I thought we were going to have a front row seat for metamorphosis; I found a caterpillar crawling up a stem of our Gregg’s Mist flowers. These plants are in the front flower bed and we pass them daily.
I’m not sure if the location was bad, or the insect genetics didn’t read right, or if something knocked off the forming chrysalis, but it fell off the stem before the shell hardened. Bummer.
One laundry detergent container yielded 9 bobbins. Hurray, less plastic for the landfill.
I threw a couple fuzzy blankets onto my chair as I was picking up, and Izzy took it as an invitation to settle in. She is particularly pleased because she won the spot battle and over Missy the dog, who has decided a cushy blanket on my chair is The Place To Be.
So in the nap spot wars, may the fourth be with you.
I put together a 60s themed outfit with a nod to the fiber arts. I crocheted a duster vest and flower garland, wove a band and added bell sleeves to a tie-dyed t-shirt (I did not dye the shirt, dye and I are still not on speaking terms), and assembled some felted wool ball earrings! (My mom made and gave me the felted beads.)
When I do bell sleeves next, I will make them longer and without the off-set center hole. These look great on the hanger, but were awkward when worn, except when doing jazz hands, then they worked. Since I can’t do jazz hands all the time (although that would be quite the arm workout), I picked out the seams for the added sleeves after the debut. I can see peasant blouses with woven trim and bell sleeves on my crafting horizon.
The feral long-haired calico cat stayed in isolation (a spare bedroom in the house) for over a week after her spay. She turned out to be advanced in a pregnancy when I took her in (hard to tell under that long fur). Since that is a risky operation with a high probably for complications, we kept her calm and resting afterwards. She ate, drank, and used the litter box, so I felt OK keeping her inside, especially since we had cold wet weather for that week. When the weather cleared we took her back to her territory. Getting her back in the cage was tricky, but my eldest, the cat whisper, managed it. The cat bolted from the cage into the woods, but within five minutes I saw her in the meadow reacquainting with her family, which includes Mr Tom, Shadow, a gray tabby that is one of her adult kittens, and a short-haired black female that have also been through the TNR process. I’m hoping this is my last trapping for awhile. The other cats seemed to have cleared out.
Critters and Craft 