you may remember that miss molly moth, spinster of this parish, likes to recline on newly minted textile art - preferably burnt and prickly
i thought i had foiled her by covering the sewing table with a large piece of fabric
which must be fur-permeable because when i came to put the hanging sleeve and label on ginkgo shadows so it could go off respectably finished to the one step further exhibition it had grown a thin but discernible pelt of pale grey tabby fur. cussing and brushing followed and it was restored to presentability...
both quilts were packed and in the box ready to be addressed and sent off when miss moth seized her opportunity for the last laugh - there was nearly a supplementary entry to the show