First up, Nutmeg.
Nutmeg isn’t mine, but she sure acts like it taking the best seat in the house and the cosy blanket.
She’s the Boy’s, who showed up with her a few months back when he came home from university.
Like we wouldn’t notice.
Yes she lives with him, but did he not know that when term’s over and the holidays show up he lives with us!
I love cats I do.
I have the fabulous Wally Walnut.
My constant companion, even if I don’t need his assistance all of the time.
And the rather fat, very heavy, but super cuddly Pickles.
Who would lay at my feet over subjecting me to her bone crushing love any day because she knows she could do with losing a few pounds.
I think I told you that one night I was dreaming I had a railway sleeper on my chest (don’t ask) and woke up to find pickles laying on me.
I was almost crushed to death in my sleep.
So despite the danger of broken bones, bruises, and strained backs when you try to lift obese animals, I love cats. They’re my favourite. So much so that P has told me that if I ever bring another one home it will be the last thing I do.
Like he thinks he can take me out.
I don’t think so!
But, I love P and am getting a little tired of the litter box myself, so I was just a little p.o.’d when the Boy brought Nutmeg home, and especially p.o.’d when on his latest visit this spring break the extremely cute, but incredibly clumsy Nutmeg had obviously been having one hell of a time ripping open her body on fences.
But that’s o.k. It only cost me $350 to put her back together because the Boy is broke.
I should get him the collar of shame to wear also, perhaps he’ll think twice next time when he can’t clean those tricky bits and keeps bumping into walls.
And then there’s the guinea pig…
Doesn’t everyone need one for their front hallway.
Needless to say I’m looking forward to the rodent going back to school also.
And then there’s the shoes.
The ones relegated to the studio because they got a bit too grungy for their own good.
Well they finally gave up the ghost and died.
It was somewhat of a relief really as the water was getting in.
So I had to buy a new pair which proved more complicated that it seems.
I wanted a nice, comfortable pair, but I didn’t want to spend too much on them as they would soon look the same as the old ones.
I’m a bit hard on studio shoes.
So I finally settled on these.
Which are definitely comfortable, but make my feet look stubby and my ankles fat.
Oh well we can’t have everything.
In other news, the studio looks like a bomb hit it.
That’s a lot of mess for just five pairs of earrings.
Actually I made this also,
This is the back, which I’m kind of liking, but kind of repulsed by as it looks like the alien face thingy.
And, lastly for Cecilia.
I’m still doodling. I’m thinking of making some cross stitch patterns, but can’t make up my mind.
That might just put me over the edge completely.