Elle Captures the Computer
I'm telling ya' - that Mom of mine never, ever gets off this dang computer. I know, I know - you're all really impressed with my typing ability, what with having paws and all. But I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I don't use my paws. Nope! I hold a pen in my mouth and tap out the letters. Ha! Betcha ya never thought of that possibility.
Anyhoo, a few days ago my Mom gets this mystery package in the mail and lo and behold, Sophie and I got a present. Our famous author friend, Katie Alender, who is also Mom to the glorious Winston, married to an equally famous Webby Award winner, and quilter extraordinaire sent us each a quilt.
I wish you could have seen my Mom and Dad trying to decide who would get which quilt. It was decided that I looked best in blue, and Sophie looked best in the green.
Sophie's quilt has little raccoon's and polka dots that sorta look like the holes in her head. Oooops! Did I just say that out loud? Here's the thing about Sophie. She sorta raised me from a puppy but it didn't take me long to figure out that she's not entering any doctorate program. But gosh dang, I just love her to bits and we're best buds.
So Sophie's new quilt was put on her feather pillow at the head of the bed. Yep, that's right guys - she sleeps right between Mom and Dad. How lame is that?
And here she is trying desperately to escape the camera. She HATES the camera and even when my Mom sneaks into the room with the camera behind her back it's like she can smell it or something.
My quilt has elegant little Scottie dogs. You can click on the pictures and make them bigger and you will be amazed that Katie sews really, really straight lines. Oh man, you should see my Mom's sewing. Wobble, wobble. heh!
And here I am with my 4th of July hair ornament trying out the new quilt. I'm lookn' good, doncha know!
We do have a problem with the queen of the house, Angela. She insists on trying out every bed - sort of like the big bad wolf person. She really likes to snag Erica's (she's my Mom's office cat) bed while she's outside getting some exercise.
Now I was having a perfectly fine day and then I went in the bedroom to take a nap. And what do I see but Angela on my quilt. Here's the deal, folks. I'm not a wuss or anything but there's a reason we call Angela "Bubble Butt" behind her back. Dang - that gal out weighs me and has a personality like a pissed off scorpion, so I chose the wise course and let her nap for awhile on the quilt.
I did hang around to make sure she didn't mess it up or anything.
And guess what, Aunt Katie? I think when I close my eyes I can smell Winston on the quilt and thank you from the bottom of my cute little heart.
Oh yeah - Mom got something, too. A super cool little eye pillow with buckwheat hulls, flax seed, white rice, lavender, and chamomile. She plops that thing on her eyes while she naps to soothe her eyes (which are very, very sensitive so this was a perfect gift.) Annnnnnnd, she got a personal book plate for Bad Girls Don't Die, Katie's awesome book that lives on her nightstand. All in all, I'd call it a pretty good day at our house with these wonderful gifts.
4 comments:
awesome!! cool mail, great post...you know, for a dog...personally I think kitties type prettier you know....but that's just me. Oh, and now I have to go ask Mom to make us a couple little blankies!
Speedy-girl
Oh, Elle! I should have warned your mom that cats are total quilt thieves. Anyway, I'm glad you like your presents, and tell Sophie that we all have days where we don't feel totally photogenic. Especially when we're in bed!
I'm sure you know this, but your mom is a pretty nice lady, and she deserves some presents every once in a while. (That doesn't mean you need to start bringing dead birds and stuff inside the house... I'm sure the cats would steal those, too.)
This post was fun to read and the photographs are great!
Also, yes, usually I let Winston just have a sit on the dog quilts, but for these, I chased him around and rubbed them all over him (I really did)... wanted the smell to last through the mail. He was not a fan of the process, but I tried to explain to him that you have to suffer for your art. ;-)
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