My cat named Betty.
She was a gift from Brian. Before the nuptials.
I should have smelled a rat.
(underside of flap= remnant sent by Lettuce over at Made4Aid.)
(brown corduroy body; upholstery sample edges and pocket; straps from Patti- used to be her bedspread. I'm sure its an imported piece of fabric)
They say that if you love something; to let it go.
I thought of it more like placing Betty into protected care.
(bag. Inside out. Six pockets in total)
Where she lives today, at the ripe old age of 18 or 19. That's human years, not some fancy calculation of feline equivalents.
Betty isn't intimidated by the 25 or so Huskies that share her space.
Nope. Brian got her good and prepared for just about anything.
And so Betty lives on, in Boissevain.
Well, if you were keeping tabs, it's true that I pretty well sold out at the "Hope For Darfur" event; rounded out my weekend by picking up the kids from the airport; and then went home and whipped up a bag for Monday morning. I've been neglecting this space for long enough.
Besides. My weekend in Brandon totally stoked my sewing fires. I've got a brand new lease on repurposing for Darfur. You could say that it put the "purpose" back into my "re".
You remember the drill; I'm sure. Start yer bids at $25- Canadian and we'll ride this wave until 9:30 pm, cst, April 12, 2010. That's today, in case my numerical dyslexia struck again.
I can ship pretty well anywhere, and all the profit continues to go to feed our brothers and sisters in Darfur.
(it's good to be back)