I'm actually thinking that I'd rather clean than quilt. Something is definitely wrong with me.
The Southeastern bedroom, a.k.a. The Game Room. Does anyone else think that there has been a party in here? I think I live in a frat house...only the drink of the day is bottled water.
The Southwestern room - current residence of my not quite 13 year old and his adorable cat. (Please don't let him know that I called her his cat. I'd never hear the end of it. Oh, and for the record, his cat is "Fluffy" I love you Ben (the boy) and Button (the cat))