As I come to think about my blog and all the friends I’ve met through it, I find that I can’t quite ignore the bad feelings that have exploded leading up to this election. I’m not completely sure what has happened to us all. I’ve found myself caught up in my own fair share of Facebook propaganda […]
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Update.
I finished the custom order and the lady liked it! It was a nice surprise to hear from her that she wanted it. The day I finished it I told P that I didn’t think I was up for any more custom orders as it was just too hard for me to get to grips […]
A few probs around the house.
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 […]
Poor ol’ Wal :(
I thought I would show you a pic of Wally Walnut. See. Depressed. P says he always looks like this, but I know better. Here he is in his go to, I’m feeling low, place. Here he is looking after his old pal. Whether he wanted looking after or not. Now he’s just got me […]
Alarm 1 / Sleep 0.
I had such good intentions for today. I was going to pretend I was a grown up and take my jewelry seriously. (Again) I was going to quit painting and make beautiful cabochony necklaces and silvery bracelets instead. But then the power went out at 11 pm last night, which was great as it was so […]
Just when is one more too many?
Tired and fed up and a little low this morning. Want to stay in bed. Like Wally. It’s not cold. The time for fires and quilts is over for us now. But I still have one of mine on the bed. Well, on my side of the bed. P doesn’t seem to have the same […]
‘Ello, ‘ello.
We’ve had visitors. There are four of them, but these two like to torment Wally. It’s a wonder he can see them through the dirty windows. (Guess what I’ll be doing today). Pickles can’t help but get involved, especially when there might be trouble. But that cat has Pickles’ number. “Wotch you lookin’ at boiii?” […]
Is it love or do you just need to get comfortable?
Since when is my arm the new sofa? I woke up this morning after dreaming I was pinned down by a steel beam. Needless to say I was Wally’s new resting post. No matter to him that I was laying on my side and he had to balance on the top of my arm. Or […]
Pickles.
Decided to pose for us. Albeit reluctantly. You’ve got to love her. She has issues. Fat issues. I try not to draw attention to it as I want her to feel comfortable in her skin, but, she lay on my chest last night and I felt as though she collapsed a lung. She’s been dieting, […]
The cat and the quilt.
The beginning of the middle. I’m still a bit worried that it will be dull but there’s a long way to go yet. Of course Wally is here. Keeping an eye on things. He takes no prisoners. –
Next up.
Cut out all of the pieces for the four corners, just so you don’t have to freak out later when you discover you’ve run out of a particular fabric and the store hasn’t got any more and you spend fruitless hours on-line looking for someone, somewhere, who can help you, all the while knowing that […]
Just so you know.
It’s 46 ¡™£¢∞§¶•••ªªƒ©˙∆˚ (O.K. that’s me trying to find the degree sign. No worries, I think I got it). It’s 46˚ out there today. Very nice. I feel as though I can breathe. Although Wally has decided that he’s better off under the bed clothes. Either that or he’s hiding from the wicked step cat […]
Kitty Fashionista.
Here’s Wally, waiting for his nails to be painted. I took all the cats in for their yearly this week, and yep, while dropping them off mentioned the doggy pedicure – again. I couldn’t help it, I think I’m still in the baffled and amazed stage. S, who helped me with the cats, gave me […]
It’s going to be a Friday sort of day …
I love Fridays, even though it’s not the end of a work week for me. You just get that feeling of, don’t you. Spencer’s had a hard day already, and it’s only 11:15. It took him a while to get out of bed, but once he did, he managed it to make it to the […]