Yesterday I posted on my Facebook page that I had a dream about zombies, and kept sending Sophie out of the room to check on the status of the house - how much they'd damaged the outside. In the end, Martin Sheen and I boarded up the windows.
Today I stumbled across this little doo-dad I made years ago. It was stuffed in the taxes drawer, which could be an omen, but I've decided not to dwell on it.
I really don't know what zombies and doo-dads have to do with each other, besides the fact that both of these particular areas in my brain are rather spooky.
A resting place for pins... which my mother would consider appropriate, considering how much quilting I'm not getting done.
With doo-dads like this, it's no wonder I dream about zombies.