Puce...
What kind of color is called puce? Well, you're lookin' at it! This quilt is one of those hideous quilts that was made by a poor distant relative... ok, I can tell you're not buying it. I confess... I made the ugliest quilt on the planet. But, but, but...I had help. It's all Sarah's fault. She is the one who gave me the ugliest fabric on the planet, so how could anything good come from that? She knows how "thrifty" I am. You give me fabric, I must quilt. It's that simple. I mean, I don't have a built-in mechanism that says things like, "This fabric is simply horrid. I can't bring myself to work with it." I've tried doing that, but as my DH says, I'm just too ornery. I have to try. And while it is true that ugly quilts can keep you just as warm as pretty quilts, it's extremely difficult to keep them in the dark all of the time, "John, how many times have I told you to keep that quilt hidden until sunset? Sheesh!" But I have ways of getting even with kids who carelessly wound my pride by outing a quilt in broad daylight where anybody could see it- you should see the ugly quilt I made for John!! bah-ha-ha-ha (From more ugly fabric that came from... you guessed it! And she calls herself my friend!)

And while I'm confessing and airing my dirty laundry... you won't believe what I did last night. As most of you know, I have been having trouble sleeping, lately. I was concerned about Eva, and while your head says, "let it go," your heart sometimes has other ideas. So I got over that hump and I slept like a log, Thursday night- ok, a log that awakens every hour, on the hour, but I fell right back to sleep, so I considered it a success. Well, last night I was awakened at 3am by a peculiar noise. Over my head. It sounded like a cat playing with a bead. Great. The kids let one of the barn cats slip into the house when we got home. I'm so sleepy, I just stumble out of bed to get the cat (started purring right away, weird as they are usually stand-offish) and put it back outside where it belongs. Oddly, there was another barn cat sitting in the door wanting in- figured he missed his buddy... well, his buddy starts hissing and being all aggressive- I can't figure that out because they are very close. Then, I get this sinking feeling... Moira- Grandma's cat, is missing. I just threw Grandma's cat out into the cold. She stays in Grandma's room, but she had found a way to escape... oh dear, I called her and called her, but she wouldn't come back. Well, who could sleep after that? I felt so bad... slept like a baby. Opened the door, this morning, and she was waiting to come home. Shew. I don't think Grandma missed her. I really think the fact that Grandma had to go to the hospital, today, is completely unrelated.