Before shipping my customer's Memory Quilts back to her today, I took a picture of the fleece quilt on our back deck. Quilts always look prettier in natural lighting.
This is the back -- a piece of fleece the child and her sister loved to cuddle under.
I came back up to my quilting studio to pack the quilts into a box for shipping. Tiger came with me. He snuffled at the rag-shag rug I have rolled under my quilting table in anticipation of taking it to the State Fair next week -- rolled, so I don't have to vacuum Tiger's fur off of it again. He snuffled at it in a forlorn, pathetic mien, and then waddle-clambered atop the roll, turned around (with difficulty) a half dozen times, and then ker-plopped himself right down on the rubbery side of the rug. 😅 Poor ol' mistreated thang.
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