A favourite hat
the moths ate holes in,
using some scraps from a ball of wool
the moths ate holes in.
Another Mini Mania scarf,
in (mostly) shades of blue,
hoping to make a dent in the stash.
It's a beautiful, beautiful thing.
But the dent in the stash is almost indiscernible.
...a reversible bucket hat for my Mum,
who saw mine and wanted one of her own.
I don't need asking twice,
but have arrived at this conclusion:
attaching circles to cylinders is
an exercise in patience I'm not anxious to repeat.
(With a fully reversible bucket hat
imperfection is not an option).
If at first you don't succeed,
baste, baste, baste.
|Thanks to my daughter for the back-of-head modelling!|
...mask-making is still a thing
Delicious things in pots -
(Copper tape and wool pellets
are keeping the slugs at bay)
including a glorious surprise Iris
from bulbs planted 3-4 years ago
(and long since given-up-on).
At our dear, silly XXSCat dog
running futile rings around a tree
in pursuit of a squirrel.
No matter how fast she ran
the squirrel was always on the other side of the trunk.
Since XXCat dogs
aren't familiar with pantomime jokes,
the only logical course of action
after three fruitless circuits
was to commence an intensive search
of the surrounding area.
Feeling all the while, as though someone was watching...