Something about a sewing machine that has Gibson right up and in the thick of things. I like to pretend he believes he's being helpful, but I know darn well he does it to be a pain in the ass --- much the same reasons as he does everything else,e.g. meow in my face at 4 a.m., leap at my legs as I walk by any piece of furniture he's hiding behind, stick his paw in my glass of milk, stand on the edge of the tub and watch me bathe, sit on the newspaper when I'm trying to read it, lick the antiperspirant off my armpit when I'm having a nap, etc. But look at that face! Awwwwwwwww
So I still haven't been able to get the Kaffe Fassett book from the library so I can finish my Shirt Stripes Boxes quilt. No matter -- not like I don't have anything else to work on.