Back on safari...

I had lots of leftovers from the Silly Safari jelly roll, so started putting these together this morning. Not sure how I feel about them -- they're busy even for me! Maybe some sashing, or maybe just pillows to go with the quilt. I wanted to do a Bento Box with the batiks I just bought, so I figured these were a good warm-up and I was using up scraps in the process. A two-fer!

It always feels so darn good after a long week at work (even though it was a short one) to sleep in on a Saturday morning (the cat even waited until after 8am to start licking my ears), wake up, turn on NPR, brew a couple shots of espresso (kept far away from my sewing table -- learned that one the hard way) and dive into a project. Sewing: best therapy there is!

And speaking of the cat, we're winding up Week Two together. I know he's still pretty young, at eighteen months, but after dealing with a geriatric cat for the past several years, I was in no way prepared for Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde kitten behavior. By day, he's tearing around my condo like his tail's on fire, jumping up on anything that doesn't move, and attacking anything that does (this includes me -- he's had a lot of time-outs in the half-bath). By night, he's the happiest, most wonderful little cuddler, snuggling into my side and purring himself into a deep, deep sleep -- apparently storing up the crapload of energy he unleashes every day when the sun comes up. But we're dealing, and have high hopes for a future of compatability and serenity. At least I do.

His name, I've decided, is Archie.

Archie at play. He later attacked the camera.

Archie at rest, smiling in his sleep.