Yesterday I finally had a window of sewing time - my machine is back in working order, Don was putting Amy down for a nap, both cats were outside, housework was done - YES, I think, maybe I can actually whip off a row of quilting. I had no sooner sat down than the cats were crying at the door and practically stampeded each other to get on top of my project as fast as they possibly could.
Ollie was the worse offender... he eventually got banished to the garage because even the moving needle didn't deter him from trying to grab my hands.
This particular quilt is one of those "I can't believe I'm still working on this" -type projects. I've had the fabric FOREVER. Took me ages to decide how to use it. Months passed between completing the blocks and assembling the top. Then I actually was nearly done with the machine quilting when I got busy with all the pillow making and such, and by the time I was done with that my machine busted. And even now it seems like there is so little left to do, and yet it just won't get done.
Perhaps after our CT trip I will feel enough need to get into Christmas sewing mode that I'll hurry it along and actually be done. Right now I am in one of those little valleys between the waves of creative motivation... been there?