two cushions and a wip

I recently threw out several cushions (or in transatlantic parlance, pillows) that had suffered years of terrible claw abuse from Jesus (the cat). In preparation for making Belle’s quilts I have been practising piecing and quilting several new covers. My mother has a house full of cushions (or, as my dad calls them, creatures) most of which were sewn by her. We all tend to wind her up about the sheer numbers of these in the house, and regard them in a similar manner to her enormous collection of greetings cards — symptoms of an obsession of near-pathological proportions (sorry, Mum). However, I am beginning to understand. Its just like making those bloody pincushions. I must watch out. Anyway, I turned out two today: a log cabin-y one for the living room

(I am particularly fond of the print with bare branches, a Joel Dewberry fabric)

. . .and here is a rather more jolly one for the work-pod:

(the hippo print is an Ikea fabric)

Here also is a knitting wip. It will be a lacy shrug in 4 ply soft and it is taking me an aeon to knit up.

It is being made with a specific outfit in mind. I think I will like it more when I have finished it.

No news on the tam. I took a walk down the cycle path on my way out on Friday night, and saw that my notice was still there. But the owner has not seen it, or perhaps does not want to find the tam. . . By chance, this afternoon I heard a programme on radio 4 about things lost and things found. There was much easy philosophising on the programme about how things that get lost are meant to get lost, and suchlike. Not sure I believe that, though . . .