It is kind of amazing that I get any quilts made. I have little energy, limited time and weak mental aptitude. I know why I have so many uncompleted projects, they take me so long that I am just filled with boredom over them. My houseful of assistants really make things more difficult.
Ian asked why do I make so many of them and I told him the same reason he makes so many Lego things. Hmmph!
I have a quilt laid out on the floor, the cat walked in and systematically took his paw and pushed each piece of fabric into a wad. He did each piece one at a time until he had moved and smushed each one. He then walked away.
Last year Ned hid a section of a quilt, and then told me I should thank him for returning it.
A couple of years ago I had pieces set up on the table, when I came back pieces were missing. I looked everyone and just assumed I had miscounted. I found the missing fabric when I went out to scoop up the dog poop, why would one of them eat little pieces of fabric?
Ellen came in looking for something and put the fabric I am using away in the bathroom cupboard. I know it was an accident, but it has really been driving me crazy. I tore my little sewing room apart looking for that piece of fabric.