Friday, 3 September 2010
mice castles & the kitten in the flower box
yay finally a home i can keep all of my imaginary mice in!
its ok. they will fit. my imaginary mice are only 2cm long.
they are white and twiddle their whiskers when they smell biscuits.
the little birds on the roof dont eat mice. they eat seeds or grapes.
the other day ruby was in the window and it reminded me of something.
this was my very first book. its about a little white kitten who is lost. everyone tells the kitten to scat. but in the end a little girl named rosey runabout finds the kitten in her flower box and takes her in to say. she pushes her around in a blue baby carriage and they live so happily that roseys braids nearly stick straight up into the air. i read this book a thousand times and must have made some sort of sub-conscious wish.
yes, ill have one white kitten in a flower box please, thank you.
ill take you in! if it mews, ive got a saucer at the ready.
or, maybe a cupcake or two. no ruby didnt eat these. she only sniffed.
i have lots of relief just now. i finally finished the 2 patterns and article for yarn forward magazine and sent it all in yesterday. i honestly think that i did more work for that deadline than i did for my masters degree. it was nutty and made me a little mental. but i cant wait for the patterns to come out cause if i may say so... they are freakin cute. the second half of my relief is as follows: the mysterious and horrid pain i have been having in my chest for 3 months finally turns out to be just inflamed rib muscles! it can take months to heal. i thought i was at the end of my rope but seems i may have a little more time on the blue planet. i am trying to make the best of it. honestly. but its hard sometimes isnt it? thank god i found a....
spinning wheel!!!!!! it was at the charity shop down the road. its an ashford traditional and is good for beginners like me. i have already spun 2 skeins with the fiber that i had lying around the house. i was shocked at myself that as a non-spinner i had 4 bags of fleece at the ready. ? it seemed strange to everyone including me. i learned how to spin on you tube and then sat down at the wheel. i spun it fine-ish so it would take longer. im afraid its all gone down another rabbit hole.
lamby and roo keep nibbling on it. ive walked in to find bits of fuzzy alpaca fleece sticking out of rubys mouth so it looks like she has a beard. you may wonder whats up with lamby and why he doesnt visit here very often. lamby is his own cat. he has a job in the city now and really cant be bothered hanging around the house much. when he is at work he has a lot of filing to do so by the time he comes home, he just takes off his purple suit and gets in his basket.
also, dont touch his paws. ever.
one more thing: after i spun up all of my white alpaca/silk, i switched to some sort of brown alpaca i had. heather came over and i was teaching her how to spin with it. however, it is ungodly. it looks and feels like real human hair. it is so ick it literally feels like a dirty fourth grade girl cut of her big brown danky pony tail and handed it to me. heather said it looks like it came out of the drain. i thought what can i even make with it, slippers? no! then it would look like i kicked someone in the face and was walking on the back of their head. i can not stop laughing about this and promise to pick up some more downy alpaca as soon as i am able.