I pulled my kitten afghan out at lunch today to work on it. I got a little stitching time last night, the first real time I've had all week to do so, and I want to get two more kitties done. I have three cats. My mother is keeping them because SO is allergic to cats (let's be real here, violently allergic--he ran out of the house, wheezing, because I touched his face after petting Gus) and my parents are very attached to them, so they keep them and I visit. Anyway, I don't usually take my stitching with me when I visit, because I'm there to socialize and cuddle. I know I haven't taken this project over there. The fabric hasn't been in the house, the thread hasn't been in the house. Neither has the magazine. The tote I have it in, was, but it was in plastic at the time. The shoes I am wearing were in, but they're on my feet, far from my stitching. Nothing else I am wearing has been. So why, pray tell, was there cat hair on my afghan today. I can't blame the pittybulls; their hair is black and white or brown and white, and this is distinctly of the orange tabby persuasion, LOL. That hair is resilient, I tell you. I guess when it comes from a former barn cat(er, kitten?), it's a little tougher than average. You have to be strong to survive in a barn. Anyway, I picked it off. I love Gussie, but his hair in my WIPs, especially in the unglassed ones, adds a certain something I don't really like. But I do treasure the one where his hair got in among some sea grass in the picture, so it belongs.
I really need to set some time aside this weekend to neaten up my sewing room. It's starting to become the catch-all room again, and I can't have that. When I was digging through the stash of bags in the closet to find issues of TGOSM, I kept finding charts. I was actually embarrassed about that. My nice room, with all this stove shoved in the closet. It shouldn't take that long, an hour at the most. I think, and then it will be nice and neat and springy. If only I could get my pictures hung up, it would be perfect.