Cat on a hot tin roof

It's been so cold lately that we are all looking for the warmest patch of sunshine we can find. A weak little sunbeam had landed on the roof and Otto found it. Can you see him toasting himself?

He would have been better off inside with  the roaring fire where I ran a little class on colour. Not for quilters this time, simply sharing a vestige of knowledge I have left over from my days working on interiors.

The fire "complimented" the "monochromatic" chill in the air and we indulged in a "triadic" lunch of soup, honey glazed Turkish bread and little tartlets. All in all a very "related" day. Hopefully no one went home blue with cold.