As the temps dipped below freezing I started digging around for blankets for the kitties. We have several afghans they can curl up in, but I can't leave them out unsupervised now that Teek has shown himself to be a teething chomper. He'll take a big bite of an afghan and pull his head back trying to rip pieces out. How did I manage to adopt a yarn eater? Gah! I needed to come up with an alternative for cat warmth.
Enter my ugly first quilt.
When I wanted to learn to quilt 14 years ago, I signed up for a class in the only fabric store in Whistler. Their selection was small and the teacher was more than a little uptight. The first class in the series was all about colour choices. When I reached for some greys and some blacks, the instructor came over to me and tsktsk'd my choices. "Oh honey, you don't want to use blacks or greys in a quilt. It will be too dark and ugly. Quilting should be about lovely colours and pretty things." I should have known right then to RUN AWAY FROM THE SCARY LADY, but I didn't. I compromised and sewed the quilt with fabrics that I didn't love (except the backing. Still love that plaid.) While I learned a lot in the class, the result was a quilt that I don't like and have only ever used as a cat bed. For some reason it never saw the light of day in Texas, but it's back in rotation now. And I know just the bitey cat that can use it.