|My baby enjoying my old woobie|
My husband came up with the brilliant idea of leaving them my woobie. I have been asking for no less than five years for a new one and each Mother's Day, Valentines Day and Christmas Day passed by with no new woobie in sight (Birthdays are for big-ticket items like couches and vans). My husband promised I could go out and get a new one if I gave mine to the dogs. I dropped my babies off with my woobie and KNEW that it could never grace my bed again after living in a Doggie Motel.
|My Temporary Woobie|
So I am announcing that is is my temporary woobie. I prefer one with many piecings and a gentler design with GOOD color choices. Here is the strange part of my story, I wanted to photograph the women who made my woobie; one jumped right in and the other was strangely reticent. She would only show the side of her face and I assure you, she is quite pretty, not deformed at all. I know I take a bad picture, but I would never hide my face on a creation photo. Truly weirded out now, I wonder what the deal is. Is she on the lam? Did she kidnap her child and run away? Is she in the witness protection program? Hmmmm. I feel a little bad speculating like this when she could just be shy, or maybe she hated the quilt she made. It's a mystery...
|She almost wouldn't take the picture|