
Pawsitude cuteness poking through the banister last week.

Pawsitude cuteness poking through the banister last week.


Yesterday, I drove to the office downtown to attend an IT function over the lunch hour. My familiar views of the river from the office were obscured by the smoke from the Canadian wildfires, so of course I felt obligated to photograph them one more time.

This was Monday morning. Even after I called his name and opened the blinds, he was still completely out.
He’s had this twin bed since he was little, and seeing him all sprawled across it now is kind of surreal. In a cool kind of way.

When my coworker invited me to her baby shower, my first thought for a gift was a baby quilt. The quilts and blankets that Fake-Aunt Sheryl made for my son over the years were useful and super cute at the time, and have become cherished mementos in the ensuing years.
(Plus, now that I know how to sew, I understand the level of effort that went into each of them, and appreciate how Sheryl’s skill improved over just a few years.)
Now, I’d never actually made a quilt before — which is ironic, given that my initial interest in learning to sew was to make t-shirt quilts for myself, rather than paying others to make them for me. In the almost six years I’ve been really sewing, I’ve used quilting techniques to make “mug rugs” (aka coasters) and pillow cases, but this would be my first actual quilt.
Continue readingI realized this morning that when my cat paws at the bedsheet, he’s not trying to climb under the covers and snuggle with me.
Nope, he’s trying to pull down the sheet so I’ll get out of bed.