I speak, mom writes. Here I'm giving her "the look" because she's editing my words as I speak and I'm not particularly happy about it. Guess I should be grateful that she's playing my scribe.
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Mom's been working intensely on a stitched and beaded project for a couple weeks. And I'm a thread freak. You do the math. Sometimes I'll be good, on my best behavior, and I'll sit and watch her work as I am in the photo. I'll watch that thread wiggle and jump around and I'll be keeping my paws to myself...and then suddenly, I can't stand it any longer and I'll reach out and try to catch it. Right about then I'll hear NO! So I'll pull my paw back, momentarily chastised, until I do it again. At which point I get gently scooted off the table.
I've spent a lot of time this last couple weeks in self-imposed quiet time, on the rug behind where mom's working or up on my perch.