Nobody sees me these days, except for the people who pop by to pick up Jeff to take him out to lunch, so I really need to make a point to write here. I'm alive, I swear; my ticket queue at work is already too large for me to ever die.

I have mixed feelings about that. I suspect I would have especially strong mixed and smelly feelings, post-mortem.

So let me cheat and give you the life in pictures, lately. I have neither the brain power for introspection nor the ability to take a straight-on shot of my current quilt, so we're just gonna have to improv here, kids.

Progress, even by my standards
by domesticat.

My hand-sewing project, Pentagon Papers, is almost done. I am size-limited by the backing. Several months ago, I snapped up a gently used duvet cover from a British family. I thought it would make an especially hilarious quilt backing. I'd been horrendously stumped on what to use for a backing, and then it hit me...

YOU BLITHERING IDIOT, HE'S A SO HUGE OF A DOCTOR WHO FAN THAT HE HAS INFECTED HIS CHILDREN WITH IT.

Backing option #2
by domesticat.

it is, then.

Bonus? This side will remain for another project:

Backing option #1
by domesticat.

Don't make me call that one Dalek Bumps. I will. I'M DANGEROUS WHEN PUSHED, SEE? I have other friends who are Doctor Who fans. I know who you are. (Wait, I'm threatening people with quilts now? God. I have GOT to get out of this house.)

Along those lines, have I mentioned that if you become the resident batshit quilting lady, people start giving you fabric? It's possibly the most freaking awesome thing ever. I, personally, will totally whore out just about any skill I have in exchange for fat quarters. What makes it even better is when the friends know me so well that they don't even have to ask when they see fabric like this:

OMG. Jiggy hath struck!
by domesticat.

Red-and-black frilly bras? I'm surprised they didn't have my NAME on it. Thank you, Jiggy. You rock. :)