There has been precious little sewing going on at Casa Thunderpaws. A little mending, a few hand sewing bits but really, nothing to speak of. And I can’t figure out why!
My sewing mojo seems to have followed my wits – and entered the Witless Protection Program. Does that mean I’m at my Wits End?
Mojo! Mojo! Come here little mojo. I promise I’ll treat you well. Would you like a piece of wool? How about some nice silk twill? Maybe a saucer of sequins? Come out, come out, wherever you are… Alas, my Mojo , she remains missing.
I worked on the last bit of mending yesterday evening – adjusting the waist on a pair of pants…and promptly pulled the zipper head off. Fixing that is more work than these pants warrant. Instead I decided to finish reading Threads. Only to be interrupted every other sentence by Maximus Cat, who had to show off his new skill. Fetch! That’s right, besides being a fetching fellow, he will play fetch with you and his favorite red fuzzy.
So, dear readers, if you see my Mojo careening out-of-control through the fabric stores, would you please send her home? I miss her.