I was out brushing Mr Tom the long-haired white cat, when I looked up to see his colony mate, who we call Garfield’s brother, with some very unusual coloring. I thought maybe he somehow tipped a dye pot somewhere, but no, he was sitting in the shadow of my wire deer. The iridescent plastic in the deer’s antlers cast a teal-colored shadow.
The picture is terrible, but was all I could manage. This cat is very skittish.
I have finished single spinning the bonus box of blended fiber from Anniewhere. I put the box somewhere safe, forgot where that was, but found it before I made anything from the rest of the fiber; I’ll take that kind of luck.
I really like this Turkish spindle. The arms were 3D printed with flexible filament, and I dropped it several times on my walk with no ill effects. It is not my design, but one I purchased at a fiber festival.
I’m still quite envious of the perfectly wrapped Turkish spindles I’ve seen on spinners’ posts. Mine look like birds nests. The advice I keep reading is to wrap the yarn over two arms, and under one. I did that. I’ll keep trying, though, maybe it will click.
My Thanksgiving cactus has a triple bud!
I’m quite excited to see it in full bloom. I have had a realization on the cactus’ blooms. I have read that in order to get a Thanksgiving cactus, or a Christmas cactus (related, but different species), to bloom, you need to water it less and put it in a cold (50 degrees F or so) environment. I noticed that my cactus gets buds on the window side, so I frequently turn it around. Our ambient temperature in the house is around 70-72, but the plant hangs in the catio access window, which is usually open, and the leaves touch the window, which is considerably colder despite being double pane. I also only water twice a week, year-round. Mystery solved, but I’m still glad it is a happy cactus. If blooming indicates well-being in cactus, that is. Hm.
Now I’m sewing strips of scrap fabric together with the Singer model 66 treadle sewing machine. I’ll figure out something to make with the pieced together fabric later (probably bags, I like bags), but for now it is an easy way to exercise the machine. My treadling is getting better as well; in those long straightaways I can really get the speed up!
With an electric sewing machine there isn’t quite the thrill going top speed as there is with a treadled machine, knowing you are providing the power boost.
Griffin the dog has become quite crotchety in his old age (he’s 10). In his younger years he respected fences and didn’t dig or escape, even when the gate was left open. Now, however, he pushes boundaries more, literally. I was on hold on the phone when I went outside to find him, so “snuck” up on him trying to dig under the fence behind our propane tank. Stinker. I’m not sure whether there is something living in the wood pallets, or if he is trying to get to the neighbor’s cats, but there were definite signs that he had been pushing out the bottom of the wire fence and reaching through with his paws. I stacked some rock across the bottom of the fence to curtail his landscaping attempts.
