Mel

 My sweet orange girl. Buff Tabby, Carmella, Melly-Moo.

August 23, 2008-January 27, 2024

Yup, I'm Going THERE

 

THESE ARE TERRORISTS

 THIS IS AN UNDERDOG

 If you're smart enough to get into college, you're smart enough to know the difference....

Welcome To Geekville

 Blazing hot out. Even worse at the new gym....and in this house.

So I spent my afternoon in "Geekville". Lost down the rabbit hole that is Wikipedia!! I thought it would be interesting to trace how Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York is related to the late Diana Princess of Wales. Here's my very sloppy and abbreviated version of the family tree

The common ancestor is William, 5th Duke of Devonshire.

On the crafting front, my latest WIP is a Land Girls wardrobe from my 16" dolls. I loved the BBC series of the same name based on the Women's Land Army of WWII England.  A sweater (jumper) is in the works, as are overalls and some breeches, when the appropriate tan corduroy arrives in the mail. For now, a few inspirational photos.

Well, that's about all I can manage with breaking a sweat......

Crushing

 More of a vent then a post.....

This day is crushing me. A day like so many others; common, ordinary, dull, mindless, uninspiring. Endless, boring, lonely. The hours and minutes dictated by others. The sun and the breeze closed out behind slammed-shut windows and doors.

I push away the things that I love and enjoy. Restless, unfocused. Nothing gets done. I want to be sour, nasty, rude....but I can't. Can I blame someone for aging, or another for preferring the peace and independence of another place?

Can I just have the privacy to cry...or maybe just sit and stare off into emptiness? 

Four years of hard work washed away in an instant. "Move forward, get over it, get on with it". Yes, on the outside those things will happen, and some already have. But it's just a shield, a curtain..... that closed door.

RUSTY

17 January 2022

 It has taken more more then a week to speak of the loss of my dear Rusty. For some reason I just could not come to write about him. Even in my journal there is simply a note of his name and a small photo glued to the page.

He came to us on 6 February 2017 and left too soon......

COAL

 Dear, sweet Kitty Coal. My companion for 16 years. "King of the Cats" since your friend Sammy left us 10 years ago.

Rest in peace.

April 22, 2004 - October 6, 2020

Glad.....

....that I've been able to finish some long-dormant works in progress. Not my usual Primitive/country themes. Or even my gymnasts. Two very "color-complex" designs. The citrus fruits date from 2003.

This seahorse was started in 2007!

Glad to be getting back into drawing and painting. I seem to have a thing for birds.

Very glad my old boy Kitty Coal is still with me. My guess is that he is about 16 years old. Getting a bit skinnier and slower, but he has a good appetite and is surrounded with love and attention.

Glad this beautiful family of Romanian cats have found forever homes. Magda is the most loving, generous and selfless champion of feral and abandoned cats. Please consider a donation to her cause via PayPal.

 Glad the noisy neighbors are taking THIS act on the road.

Glad I'm not a high-maintenance girl. I'm out of conditioner and things are getting...well...a little out of control. Going to "Casino de Wal-Mart" tomorrow. It's always a roll of the dice as to what I'll get in my online order/curbside pick-up.

Apparently "Virus Lockdown" has made the other 90% of the population into bakers, gardeners and crafters too! No luck finding yeast, flour, garden seeds or decent fabrics or threads online. I've even heard that sewing machines are sold out. 

Regular grocery items are pretty much a crap-shoot too. Luckily my brother has been the "outside guy" for me and my dad. Joe fairs a bit better in Ohio, where the lower population density makes it easier to find items.....and also less dangerous health-wise.

It's so pleasant here as compared to Facebook. Had to delete or been deleted by a few friends due to their hoax theory/new world order/zombie apocalypse propaganda. Some were really into it......others just used it as an excuse to be rude.

Glad all the birds are returning to my feeders. The Mocking birds and Grosbeaks are back too!

Basically, I'm just glad I can be GLAD for a change.