Singing Samoyeds

I put the binding on the fall wall hanging, last night, then threw it in the wash. This morning, when I got it out of the dryer, I was pretty pleased with it but then noticed that right near one corner, the binding was frayed. Drat. Because it was about an inch from the corner (which I'd mitered so nicely!!!) it made it a bit tricky to fix. But anyway, I frog stitched about an 8 inch long section, cut out the frayed part and grafted in a new piece. It was a little tricky to get it around the corner but I think it will work.


The quilting was nothing special but I think I am improving.



See Ms. Jezebel next to the quilt?


Check out her nose. I have been calling her fuzzy face all week. We are really starting to get some traction on the part that is growing. The area about 1.5 inches from her snout does not show much sign of the hair returning. The oncologist said she might lose about a half inch above the snout but that is not what I am seeing at this point.

She goes back to the oncologist first thing in the morning (another one of those leave-the-house-at-5:30 for her one month check up. I am half dreading it. I am so scared they'll find something horrible. Usually, I try not to think about it. After all, there is nothing I can do that I'm not doing. I'm not sure Jezebel has ever felt better.

Here is Jezebel with the beloved packing crate material previously mentioned, this week. It is a highly prized item.


And no post is really complete without pictures of singing samoyeds. Here they go:









And here is goofball:



Husband is still off doing work stuff. He says he'll be home, tomorrow, but I suspect it will be Friday or Saturday. We'll see.