Steam Punk Grief

If you've ever allowed yourself to love unconditionally, you know that losing that thing is hard. I love Gus so fully it's ridiculous, probably because he is not human. He never judges, doesn't challenge my opinion, and is fully accepting of everything about me. He loves me unconditionally.

                     

On Easter morning (we think), he went missing. It was utterly devastating. For the first few days, everyone said that he would be back, but my cat-mom gut knew something was wrong. It's been two weeks, and we still don't know where he is. I've called every vet and shelter, posted flyers, put his picture on Facebook, and talked to all the neighbors. We haven't seen any signs of him, dead or alive. We have had a few false alarms, so I am having a hard time finding any closure. Some part of me is clinging to the hope that he will be found. If you've never loved an animal so fully, I cannot explain how painful it is. 

I have been sewing my grief into my Steam Punk, as I'm sure you can see in my color scheme. 

                       

                       

                                    

                        

So for now, I'll keep sewing and hoping. 

Spring had Sprung

I am on a mission in 2015 to finish all the half finished quilts in my closet. This one was high on my list. I love it, but I just never got around to joining the blocks. Or pulling off the stabilizer. Much like the paper used in paper piecing, I hate having to pull things off of the back of quilt blocks.

I actually joined the blocks a little differently than the pattern calls for. Rather than put sashing between all the blocks, I offset the flowers in each row a little differently. I like the end effect. Now I just need to get a turn on mom's long arm to quilt it.

I was able to use the time I spent confined to a car for work to pull the stabilizer from both this quilt and the paper from another. I was that bored. I am not sure I would have ever gotten it done if it had not literally been the ONLY thing to do.

We also have been getting used to having this guy back. He is quite the hunter....and often I am the prey. Good thing I love him so much.