Mittens with squirrels on - squirrels who are mad for each other's nuts. They are nearly finished.
I can't look at these ones without giggling.
Now, of course, the big question remains: will the Yarn Harlot ever speak to either of us again?
Squirrels!
This is what happens when two squirrel-ophiles - namely myself and Tina, of Blue Moon Fiber Arts - put their heads together.
Mittens with squirrels on - squirrels who are mad for each other's nuts. They are nearly finished.
I can't look at these ones without giggling.
Now, of course, the big question remains: will the Yarn Harlot ever speak to either of us again?
Mittens with squirrels on - squirrels who are mad for each other's nuts. They are nearly finished.
I can't look at these ones without giggling.
Now, of course, the big question remains: will the Yarn Harlot ever speak to either of us again?
Jane v. the Petoskey stone
It only took a day for my incipient Petoskey stone-love to grow into an all out Petoskey stone-OBSESSION. Shocking, I know - totally out of character for me, yes?
Petoskey stone-acquisition occurred a mere day later, at an odd little rock shop fittingly located in Ypsilanti, MI. After all, the Petoskey stone is Michigan's official state stone.
I am quite taken with my little piece of the Devonian period. I can only hope that I look as good on my 350 millionth birthday.
Petoskey stone-acquisition occurred a mere day later, at an odd little rock shop fittingly located in Ypsilanti, MI. After all, the Petoskey stone is Michigan's official state stone.
I am quite taken with my little piece of the Devonian period. I can only hope that I look as good on my 350 millionth birthday.
It is on
Fresh this morning - three fine sunflowers (Helianthus annuus 'Golden Hedge') from the back garden, saved from the forces of Squirrelery.
I was not going to let these beauties meet the same end that befell the first two unfortunate blooms.
Normally Jane-squirrel relations are amicable - loving, even. I don't even have a problem with sharing what I grow with the local fauna - just ask the juvenile robins who have been enjoying the complimentary grape-buffet out back.
But messing with my golden lovelies before they go to seed? Leaving the be-nibbled flowerheads under the maple for me to find them? THINK TWICE, YOU BUSHY-TAILED RATS.
I was not going to let these beauties meet the same end that befell the first two unfortunate blooms.
Normally Jane-squirrel relations are amicable - loving, even. I don't even have a problem with sharing what I grow with the local fauna - just ask the juvenile robins who have been enjoying the complimentary grape-buffet out back.
But messing with my golden lovelies before they go to seed? Leaving the be-nibbled flowerheads under the maple for me to find them? THINK TWICE, YOU BUSHY-TAILED RATS.
Workitty workWORKwork
Am currently up in my studio, hard at work. As you can see, my taskmasters are merciless - their unblinking, collective gaze bears no pity for shirkers. I fear I am outnumbered and must comply.
Back to it - more, soon.
Back to it - more, soon.
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