I make constant snark about Tenzing, but I couldn't say "free to good home" and mean it. We are companionable, he and I. We spend a great deal of time annoying each other, as these photos attest:

Yes, I'm comfy, actually
by domesticat. The sunbeam is perfect, thanks
by domesticat. Do you MIND?
by domesticat. Benign overseer
by domesticat. Oh you're done? Naptime!
by domesticat.

I'm almost done with Eat This Quilt, which would be a huge, huge milestone for me. I was working on this quilt top the night of Jeff's accident, and it could have been easy to let this quilt get tarnished by those events, but I've been slowly plugging away at it for the past few months. Having thumb tendon problems for six months will slow you down, too.

Notable: borrowing the board room at my workplace during my lunch hour to pin this king-sized beastie:

Borrowing the board room
by domesticat.

Around the time of the most recent hospital stint, I decided to try out my hand at English paper piecing. It turned out to be remarkably relaxing and portable, and it ended up being my Do While Watching TV project. I've now got enough of these little (0.5" per side) hexagons attached to squares, plus blank squares, to do a baby quilt.

Little flowers for the garden
by domesticat.

I'm probably going to call it "Lily," but that's undecided.

My next big project will be one from the archives; it's been unfinished for quite some time, but I finally know how to proceed. It's time to get cracking.

I am -- slowly -- starting to return to life, eight months post-accident.