My human children never took to a pacifier, it is amusing that our youngest dog does. She runs around crazy, then asks to get on my lap. Once there, she likes to chew her bumpy nylabone until she falls asleep. Silly puppy. She also watches the TV.
With virtual learning and a puppy to watch it has been hard to find the time and energy to do any needle craft, but I did find some space to get back to a nålbinding project now that my youngest is F2F (it probably dates me that I am using this abbreviation for the first time). Not only did I get to stitch, I did so outside in beautiful weather. Bliss.
This is drop spindle spun undyed alpaca and the plan is to make many small spirals and stitch them together to make … something. The plan is in flux, but if the technique works, I will probably make many things using the method. I like spirals, and I dislike making large boring blocks that never end. Somehow a large stack is different than a big rectangle.
I was at an outdoor amphitheater for a school event and someone yelled out that they needed all the kids to go grab a crab apple and put one per bag to keep the bags from blowing away. Being a northerner, I was completely confused, as one crab apple wouldn’t hold anything down. But the kids didn’t blink and they all went to find one. They came back with huge green heavy fruit, which I have been calling osage oranges. Putting one of these rock hard monster fruit in the bottom of a bag of balloons makes complete sense. It also demonstrates the need for scientific nomenclature when identifying plants when species is critical. Although I’m not sure yelling “go get Maclura pomifera!” would get the same reaction.
After having a good solid romp out back, little miss decided to cool off on the concrete floor, belly down, legs splayed for maximum contact. I could say that she lies like a rug. I could say she looks like a very small trophy rug, but that would be lyin’. She could reply that these puns are awesome, but she’s lying. The lies lie heavy on my shoulders, I think I need to go lay my head down.
Missy likes to crawl under blankets and curl up. I’ve never had a dog that does this, on blankets yes, tolerant if covered yes, but not an active burrower. It will be interesting to see if she keeps the behavior as she gets older.
