12 November 2009
Artemis and I had quite the game going as I worked late into the night and on into the morning. If I was at the cutting table, she’d move to the machine table. If I moved to the machine, she’d find a spot on the cutting table—usually on top of a dark piece of fabric.
At one point, I was patterning a sleeve, and looked over and there she was, laying along the front of the machine table, on what I wouldn’t have guessed was even wide enough for her body! But, there she lay, and I snapped this photo.
~MB
