It is almost time for me to manhandle my laundry basket of projects into the car and head off to the retreat (with a stop for breakfast first, of course.)
I have 3 QIs guarding the stash. The General assures me he is on the case, unless he needs to go chase a squirrel or take a nap of a nice soft quilt.
Maggie Belle went off for her morning nap after reminding me is the Best. Watch cat. Ever. She watches out the window all night until something happens. Then she hides under the bed.
I asked Katie Mae if she was susceptible to bribes of tuna, string cheese, or canned cat food and she gave me the most innocent "Who me?" look you could imagine.
So obviously I have no worries.
Sadly, unless you took every single piece of fabric I own, I probably wouldn't even notice a stash raid. Yes, my stash is that big and my fabric-buying addiction is that bad.
Just last night I added a hand applique quilt to my basket. In case we go to the quilt shop in Hannibal and I find some border fabric for it. No, I haven't even begun to look in my stash for a border fabric for it.
Sigh.
Maureen