Storage space

We have a coffee table we got years ago from Ikea, that is basically a set of six cubbies on feet. The best part is that the little cubbies are just the right size for a stack of books, or some baskets that attempt to hide knitting / media-related clutter, or if one leaves the cubbies empty, cats.

IngridInACubby

Ingrid is the usual cubby cat. She seems to love crawling into it and then flopping upside down (although here she’s right-side up, just snoozing).

But the other night, we had a different cubby cat, which made me pretty happy to see.

RubyInACubby

Ruby’s always going to be a bit nervous, I think – you don’t really ever get over a couple years of being a scared little stray. But she’s really showing progress, coming out from under the sofas more and more; hanging out in the middle of the floor when both of us are in the room, and even standing up to Ingrid (who stares intently at her, but doesn’t seem to otherwise care about Ruby at all anymore, thankfully).

Some day it’d be nice to have both of them in the cubbies at once, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a very, very long time before we see that happen.

*****

Snowflake #16! This one also has a teeny tiny star in the middle.

snowflake16

I suspect this one would look nicer if I’d bothered to pin out all the teeny tiny little nubs around the points. But we all know how *that* will end, now don’t we.

Making a snowflake a day for Thingadailies.

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