Mom decided to do a little organizing in the studio yesterday, and she asked if I'd like to help. Well, I'm always a willing participant, so I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into her project.
Then, I found out that she didn't want me to chew these cardboard-y thingies. She wanted me to help her fold some of her quilt backing fabrics onto them. I. Don't. Think. So! What fun is that?I decided to just lie down on the floor here and wait until she was all finished with her organizing. What does she think I am, anyway? A shitzu, or something? I had to keep up my manly image. I thought she wanted something "deconstructed", and instead she wanted me to help her do somethin' "girly".
She managed just fine without my help. I was happy to just lie around and supervise...trying not to lend a stray hair here or there. Mom doesn't like dog hair on her fabrics! Go figure. I thought they added character.She kept smiling as she folded all the fabrics, while she muttered things like, "Lily and Will" and "Martinique", and "Collection For A Cause". Then, she said something about "Stash! Mine...all mine". Honestly. I thought she was just going to spread all the fabric out on the floor and roll around in it. (Now, THAT'S something I could have helped with!)
She took a shelf out of her narrow cabinet, and put some of the bolts of fabric into it. She said that now she'll be able to see some of the pretty stuff when she looks up from her sewing machine. I can't fully appreciate that part, dogs being color blind, and all.
But it looks like there are still a few things up there that I'd be happy to chew on. Hmmmm. Now, where did I put my little step stool? Oops. You didn't hear that, did you? No. Whew!Thanks for stopping by again. I hope you have fun things planned for the weekend. I'm thinking about running, chasing the cardinals in our yard (one of my current favorite things to do), bothering Kes whenever I can, and looking cute so that Mom and Dad will rub my ears or my belly. Life is tough for a corgi, you know!
We hope you have a few fun things planned at your house, too. I'll see you again next week. Until then, try not to chew up any cardboard. I'm gonna try really hard not to either. (yeah, right!)
Fezzik Inconceivable


