Middle of the night, I heard someone hacking up a hairball.

Once the sun came up, I could see that she hadn't done it on the dark green
couch, she aimed it at a piece of my needlework. And it wasn't just a
hairball, it had some lovely dyed-orange cat food in it.

If the stain doesn't come out, the saving grace is that I wasn't completely
happy with the color of the fabric, and won't mind starting over if I can get a
more "barely twilight" blue rather than this darker "9 PM" blue.


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Finished 11/18/03 -- Bird of Paradise
WIP: Angel of Autumn, Calif Sampler, Holiday Snowglobe, Guide the Hands (2d
one)

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