Friday, March 11, 2011
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My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
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Please keep us posted. I hope all goes well. I worry about pins and my dogs!!!
Ack, sure glad to hear that the pin is out & I hope that there aren't any other suprises...
Sounds like Martha might be in trouble...
Smudge is sending his best to Poppet -- he went through something like this last year and knows it's no fun!!
Hope Poppet is home by now and fine -- and that she's getting all sorts of treats and being spoiled!
Poor Poppet! Sounds like she might have used up one of her nine lives on that close call. I'm glad she's going to be OK. I remember 25+ years ago when I saw Libby, my little cat, making funny faces and saw the thread dangling from her mouth. Fortunately I was able to grab the thread and remove the needle from her throat without damaging her at all. Life's little scares, sigh.
Happy thoughts,
Susan in Texas
i'm glad your kitty is ok.
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