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Pretty Kitty

My fluffy, long-haired, calico, kitty is now an exotic, sleek, velvety, lioness, princess, cat.  That's what we're telling her anyway.  The white hair puffs on my dark olive colored carpet finally got to me.  So did the occassional hair ball that she would cough up...Ewww!  I didn't want anyone here at home to have to deal with such yuckies while I was in China.  Before I left, I took her in for a hair cut. Here is the result.

At first, I though she looked comical.  Now I kinda like it.  I think she looks very avante-garde.  She feels just like velvet.  I'm sure that some ancient Egyptian culture would worship her as queen of the universe. To us, she is still just our calico cat, Tinkerbell, who is loved a whole bunch.  Go kitty!

It should be noted that kitty is not real impressed with her new 'do'.  She fakes a shiver every time I look at her.  Since her makeover, she has not slept on the end of my bed at night,  like she usually does, nor has she graced me with her presence in my sewing room.   Maybe my absence will soften up  her heart?   

A Present! For me??

Have you ever made your own gift but not known you were making a gift for yourself?  I'm not talking in circles here.  This can really happen.  Let me start at the beginning.  This fall the triplets, Becca, Emily, and Libbie, kept bugging me to teach them to sew.  I wasn't quite ready to set them loose on my sewing machine so I decided to teach them to embroider instead. After a very concentrated effort with lots of needle-threading, knot-tying, floss-untangling rescues by the mominator (a.k.a. me), all three of them completed a lovely flower on a simple piece of muslin.  A treasure for mama, to be sure!                 

Christmas comes a knocking.  The triplets decide they would like to give Mimi (my mom) a handcrafted gift.  A pillow, to be exact.  They wanted to know if I could I make a pillow out of their embroidery work.  In my mind I was thinking, "No way!  I want to keep your masterpieces, pleease."  Not wanting to discourage their thoughtful giving, I said sure.  After all, it was for my mom.  She is the one who has inspired me to create.  Is there a better way to show my gratitude? What a perfect gift!  The pillow was made.  I was in love but looked forward to seeing my mom's joy on Christmas morning.  I gave the pillow to the girls and told them to wrap it up with hugs and kisses for Mimi. 

A week goes by.  Christmas Eve is upon us.  At our house, we celebrate with Kevin's (that's my husband) family on Christmas Eve and my family on Christmas Day.  The magical time has come to open gifts.  There is excitement in the air and joy abounding.  It is my turn to open a gift.  I pick one out of my pile.  It's from the triplets.  I wonder what their dad has helped them pick out for me.  I'm noticing that the three of them are all grins.  As if you haven't guessed already, in the gift was the pillow.  I AM LOVING IT!  Later in the evening, Libbie crawled up next to me and said she was sure sorry I had to make my own gift but emphatically added, "we don't even know how to sew yet!"  Maybe next year, sweet girls!   

I'm feeling a little bit bad that my mom didn't get her slice of loveliness.  But I know there is more where this pillow came from.  Get you needles, floss, and hoops out little girlfriends.  It's time to to be inspired!

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