Do you remember in The Producers (the movie) when Ulla (payed by Uma Thurman) kept saying "Ulla tidy oop"? It is one of our favorite expressions. Not that we tidy up all that much.
Yesterday I was thinking "Ulla tidy OOP" as I was playing in the sewing loft. I have an abundance of scrappy blocks. Some went into Alice's Quilt. I even had thought that I might sew them all together thusly. Instead I came up with this:
I pulled out a possible candidate. Tangled in the loose thread of one of the fabrics was a trapped mouse. Naturally I screamed, dropped the hanger and all, and ran to the other side of the room. As if a teeny, tiny, little mouse is going to hurt me. I'm weird like that.
I knew that I had to deal with it myself. The GWH (Great White Hunter) was running errands (for me, I might add). So, I warily approached and discovered that the mouse was still alive, caught in the trap only by his tail. I screamed again, this time, feeling his fear and confusion. The fabric hangs close enough to the floor so a mouse, dragging a trap, could get enmired in Moda.
I picked up the hanger and all, dragged the poor little thing across the floor, down the stairs and out the door into the snow. He fought the whole way, trying to get loose. I kept saying "I'm sorry" over and over.
Outside I placed the hanger on the chain link fence and went to retrieve tools to release the tail. First I cut the threads loose and he tried to crawl off dragging that trap behind him. "No you don't!" I stepped on the trap, lifted the hinge with a pair of pliers and freed him. He promptly headed toward the door to the loft. "Don't do it!" and he veered away, off to the weeds. Somewhere there is a very frightened little mouse with a broken tail shrouded in Moda fabric threads.
Since there was nothing on the rack suitable for this quilt, I turned to my smaller scraps. I found just the color, my favorite; a piece just under two yards.
Luckily there was enough