Tell me I'm not the only one who wishes she was British, just so I could say stuff like this?
Either way, this is what kept going through my head every time I looked at this Pam Kitty Morning awesomeness that I was playing with yesterday:
I mean, really, could it get any cuter?
You ought to know by now that I'm genetically, psychologically incapable of producing anything truly scrappy. Wires start fritzing out when I try to imagine a truly scrappy quilt made by me.
So I embrace my OCD heritage and make blocks that make me happy.
Someday, I might let loose. But that's a likely to happen as me running down the street nekkid. Strangers things have happened . . .