|No, it's not a stash - it's a pile of UFOs - really!|
It's a dark and lonely place.
I don't know what happened.
She was moving right along,
sewing and quilting and humming
"It's going to be a quilt!" song.
But then there was a birthday
and a visitor came our way.
A family member needed tending,
and a garden held sway.
Then there was that quilt show
when she came home with all new stuff.
So no help for me at this house.
Can you help me out a bit?
I've come and hid on your chair tonight
in hopes you'll take me home.