Chi Chi La Roo (Euathlus truculentus) newest member of the family… can’t tell if she is a she or if he is just Fabulous! She…He… They will be getting a much better tank to live in very soon… till then Chi Chi will reside in the box she came in… she sticks her leg out of the air holes occasionally and doesn’t take it personally if you pet her fuzzy appendage … eeeeeeeee… found her living by many a furry legged cousin at Twin Cities Reptiles… October 4th 2014
I’m dreaming of a glowing flamingo Christmas…well OK doesn’t really roll off the tongue like the song…but he is fabulously tacky!
The ever elusive Keek the upstairs cat Shamus hears but can never really see…
The stockings were hung and filled to capacity by the stairway with care…course I’m sure everyone has been peeking into theirs as they walk by…
This year’s wicked cool Christmas tree…can’t quite see the wee purple lights for all the dangly deals…note the 2 gifts that still say Amazon on them…Jim couldn’t wrap them while I was in the room…I may just open those one’s 1st!
Sunset 7 days and counting to the great Christmas Chaos…
Oliver sewed a bed out of felt…he’s now working on making a Jack Skellington to sleep in it.
Try as we might, getting Shamus to be a happy Christmas boy just didn’t work out…
Sitting up waiting to leap from the chair
Noticing that the antlers are too heavy for his neck
Looking at Oliver pleading for an escape
Forlorn…poor baby giving up
Oliver can dress like a puppy for Christmas just fine!
Boris the duck from Blue’s Clues finally done…the paper pieced marvel…alright perhaps not marvel but I’m always a bit excited when I actually accomplish something! He was all echo quilted by hand while kinda watching a few movies and a couple seasons of the X-files much to Jim’s chagrin! Boris is a free pattern:http://fandominstitches.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/pattern_bluescl…
Detail of the quilting…hey now don’t be measuring…I know there aren’t 10 stitches per inch and if there are it was purely by accident…the super cute ducky buttons are from a knitting/spinning shop in Buffalo…Boris is a free pattern: http://fandominstitches.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/pattern_bluescl…
Boris in his new home amongst the other assorted bucks in the bathroom. Yup all this work and effort to hang in the bathroom…hey it’s how I roll. Now to draw a rubber duck on some adequate plywood so Jim can cut it out and I can make a nifty jewelry holder to put by this shelf! I’ll have to buy some paint and brushes too…so many silly ideas so little time! Boris is a free pattern: http://fandominstitches.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/pattern_bluescl…
Wilma’s home in the TV room. Eventually I’ll have to get her a larger tank but I’m pretty sure it will reside in the same place.
Wilma contemplating the tiny rosy red minnows we put in her water dish…contemplating mind you, she prefers crickets and monster worms to fish at the moment.
Wilma hanging out in her casserole water dish…hey! It works for now but when she gets bigger …
Green Wilma getting some real sun…we’ve discovered that Wilma is a male Chinese Water Dragon…but the name has adhered…thus Green Wilma will remain his stage name…he’s a cross dresser of Julie Newmar stature!
Green Wilma either come hither or don’t you dare touch me…hard to tell…Loved watching the flies and other bugs flit around…very wary every time a bird would fly over.
Helga-Hiss-a-Lot contemplating this here crack…her head could fit but her tiny appendages were far to small to get all of her up high enough
Helga-Hiss-a-Lot on the run…hard to tell from the photo but she can really move er slither once she knows where she it…she had to stop and taste ever dead leaf and wee weed along the way…
pretty spry for an 8 year old blue tongued skink! Helga creeping under my mom’s chair…good thing my mom isn’t totally terrified of the hairless beasties!
Shamus getting over his jealous moment when he didn’t get to go outside with the lizards…not an attractive view but I know he loves me!
just after 5 am…pretty dark in here…just had to say where’s daddy and here he comes to look for him… 🙂
The Boris block is done after 2 weekends of on again off again work…and he is fabulous! This block pattern is free from: http://fandominstitches.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/pattern_bluescl…
I blew him up on a copier so he’d be larger. The block is 16 inches square with 2 ¾ inch border all around. He’s made of cotton with a Minky wing…I received the fabulous yellow fabric in a fabric swap…his beak is left over Batik from another swap, feet from a batik charm pack…and the blue…hmmm…that was just laying in the blue bin of fabric waiting for a home.
Color me silly but I always like the look of the back of these blocks I accomplish. I hand sew all of it as my machine really likes sewing fast and I tend to over shoot when I foundation piece on it. So many tiny stitches went into Boris…
Close up…itty bitty stitches…I don’t keep track of how long each block takes…lets just say quite a few movies played and the 1st season of the X-Files to get Boris stitched.
Here he is after a couple hours of quilting and receiving his nostrils and pupils…he positively screams I CAN SEE…he will make a bright fabulous addition to the rubber ducky motif of the bathroom!
Shamus just came in from a romp out side…is there something on his face?!?
Green Wilma giving me the stink eye after being fed the last monster worm…
Jazmin’s Cacti & Succulent bowl…blooming!
I really shouldn’t go to a pet type shop when I’m feeling guilty for not saving every unhappy animal on the planet…specially that huge snapping turtle some poop ran over on highway 12 (Karma baby…perhaps you’ll get squished by a redneck someday) but I digress, this is Green Wilma, she’s about 8 months old and suffering from calcium deficiency…I adopted her as her previous owner gave her to Petco…poor baby…named her after the cool frog in the book Green Wilma that the girls and Olie like…got her home and she ate her vitamin covered crickets, had a nice long drink of water and gave Shamus McSuchy-Myhre the stink eye every time he moved…Other than her one floppy back leg and what looks like a broken finger she gets around quite nicely! I’m getting her a full spectrum light and on nice days will take her outside for some real sun…
August 7th 2013
Diaper flannel…shopping with Olivia is interesting as long as there is a baby for her to oooh over…other wise she needs to pat all the flannel, right out of the cart… Used up all the large diaper flannel cut-outs so I just MUST have more flannel…but upon getting home I see I have 3 boy flannels and one 1 girl…sigh…Walmart here I come! Out of these flannels I’m only cutting out large diapers as I have quite the stack of smalls left to sew…any left overs I’ll make into patchwork lovies to send to the wee babies in need! August 8th 2013
Lovie Flannel…the wintery holidays are a coming…they are! And these cute winter flannels were even on sale…I think both the reindeer on green and the penguins on blue scream unisexed…backed with a solid color I hope they will still work for both newborn girls and boys this holiday season…the sweet cream with girlie stuff I was going to use for teeny diapers but the more I looked at it the more I thought that is would make me even more unhappy if my stillborn had a diaper on with everything I would be missing out on, on it…so I have enough to make a couple newborn receiving lovies out of it instead. August 7th 2013
looking up at me…what…no food?!? Be gone human! She’s about 8 years old now…a blue tongued skink bred and born right here in the frozen North although her ancestors are from Australia. May 20th 2013
skittering across the wall of her tank. Minerva is my freshly adopted Tokay Gecko. She’s not known for being the most hospitable of geckos but she is lovely! May 21st 2013
A little early morning tummy time
for Minerva basking in the glow of the early news as well as her black heat lamp. She squeaks like an angry rubber duck when she’s mad…I won’t be going out of my way to upset her. May 21st 2013
peeking from behind her water dish once the hubbub calmed down after bringing her home. She watches you move…wonder if way back in her lineage she was a velociraptor…May 20th 2013
my mother’s day darkling blue death feigning beetles Cryptoglossa verrucosus …
eeeeeeeeee…a couple of bug-a-boos I can occasionally hold…Tabitha gave these 2 wicked little critters to me a week early but that’s OK…I can’t quite tell them apart or if they are both dudes…pretty sure they won’t come when called… May 4th 2013
Morticia our really neato Emperor Scorpion Pandinus Imperator, getting a drink from her new bowl…J oh and I don’t hug her…love her to bits but fear her stinger…
no idea if she is indeed a she for that matter… May 5th 2012
So much to do. So much left to contemplate. Most of which is on the QT…so I can’t really splash it all over the headlines at the moment. Let’s just say my address will be changing…for the better.
I’d really like to sit at the sewing machine and finish the pile of diapers sitting there, or better yet do the top stitching on the stack of receiving blankets. But I don’t. I look at the sewing table a mere 6 feet or so from my chair with the piles of flannel and cotton beseeching me to sew and I can’t make myself cross those 6 feet to just do it. I know once I sit over there I can accomplish the lot of it in a few hours, then I can throw the blankets in the wash and then pin and package the diapers, have those piles completed and out of my mind…it’s those 6 feet of space and the overwhelming jumble of thoughts crowding my mind that keep firmly in my seat watching the TV blindly.
What do I keep, what do I donate, what do I give to someone I know, what do I unceremoniously throw away?!? Have been living in this little death trap for 20 years. Wow. I type that 20 years and I realize I have aged as healthily as the craptacular abode I’ll soon be escaping with its 70’s linoleum and so many horrible memories. Do I pack the memories too? Will they slither along with the boxes of books and breakables to take up new residence? Of course they will. Natalia’s memory came with to this trailer from those apartments. Oh to just erase all the bad and just keep the good…deal with it, cope with it, accept it…sigh. I’ve been living with so much tripe taking up space in my mind and heart for so long I’m tired of it. Oh I’ll hang on to the memory of Nat even if I have to have the memory of her death. I’d like to totally loose all memory of the first marriage mistake but keep all the memories of the lovely children that occurred because of that union. I’ll give up the memory of the ridiculous rebound marriage too, but keep the memories of my girls and the birth of the sweet grandson. It’s a shame you can’t have selective memory loss…of course no offence meant to anyone’s anyone suffering from memory loss.
See it’s all these stinking memories clogging my mind when I’m busily cramming more stuff in there: appointments to get to, things to remember to ask at said appointments, things to revise, things to do. Pay the property taxes ASAP, pay the rent, pay the medical bills, oh go to work and be productive so you get paid. Clean the fish tanks, yeah plural. Feed Akmed. Feed Helga. Make Shamus’ vet appointment…find out how much that will cost. Hey that big bag of chopped up monkey bodies…sew those together you freak! Ship out boxes to the 4 corners of the planet…gotta keep acquiring that good Karma, I’ll need it this coming year for sure.
Lists. Post-its. Scribblings on napkins, envelopes, sketchings of furniture placement, contemplations of decorating in a cool yet not really ‘me’ way. Can’t be wicked cool…will have to be subdued…ugh…dare I say adult. Unhappy face. What of my posters? Yeah, SO juvenile but they are so cool. My muses to keep me going, the rainbow happiness surrounding me goading me to sew, create, envelope me with busyness…a frappe of color and texture…now white…a blank canvas I can’t paint. So very empty of expression. What of dangling deals in the windows from the ceiling moving slowly in the air currents that surround the life living there? Dare I hang the witch’s ball in the window? That I do. Shhhh. Perhaps no one will notice. But the rest, the wind chimes, the mobiles, the oddness hanging from string will all have to go else where with someone else…or in the trash. Another unhappy face.
Garage sale of things I really don’t want to see go? How does one price items they still like? I’m probably a hoarder of some sort, without the dead flattened animals under piles of refuse. I just like weird stuff. Odd ash trays (I don’t smoke), weird mugs I’ll never drink out of, postcards from places I’ll never go, statues, glass things, stuffed beasties, spooky dolls. Things I don’t need but I like to have. I like to look at. How do I choose? Do I keep the weird doll mom made in the 70’s, named Ruthie with the blue face Stevie ‘adopted’, or do I keep the black Kewpie doll? If I keep both do I then get rid of the Shamus dog collection? I can easily say good bye to the crockery and silverware, glasses cups rugs, towels nondescript furnishing and appliances we won’t need. I can even be OK with giving/selling the Halloween collection I won’t have room for, perhaps even the Giraffe family with their friends the rhinos…but my zombie dolls, Oonies and sock monkeys…I just don’t know if I can part with them…they aren’t essential like oxygen, but they make me happy…too damn many thoughts…too damn many things to decide about. Which books can leave? OMG…don’t get me started on books! They’re as prolific as DVDs, CDs, records, yeah vinyl, even cassettes…OY, guitars…playable ones, ones left to be built, bodies painted fabulous but that no real hope of completion any time soon…do people buy guitar parts at garage sales? Unhappy face once again…
I’m happy to move, happy to live in a solid actual house. HAPPY damnit. This is a good thing for all of us. A really healthy change for all of us, have to get happy about it. Fresh start, out with old in with the new. New is so scary though. Oh no…here come the what-ifs…they suck as much as the thoughts of getting rid of things. What if this doesn’t go smoothly? What if we end up hating each other? What if this causes more stress and friction in this tinderbox of a family? What if we all don’t bend and cope and accept life together? This can’t possibly go in a perfectly ordered tidy calm way. Look at us, a family of freaks with our menagerie of freaky pets, all of us on different schedules for every thing, we’re all odd and don’t even blend with each other much less mashing us with another human being who’s a bit less malleable than any of us could hope for. Well, guess we’ll aim for a forced frappe, blend this family like no other before it. Now to just teach Shamus to be incredibly happy in a quiet way and set all the TVs to be read rather than heard…this new chapter will prove interesting if nothing else…and I will be happy about it…damnit…slightly less unhappy face
4 flannel girlie buntings for wee little angels…these are about 6 inches tall and 4 inches wide folded…the pattern can be found at http://sewmuchtosharedaviscounty.blogspot.com/ these will eventually be shipped out to God’s Tiny Angels in West Virginia completed March 23rd 2013
Hot Spicy pink dye bath…you can even see the steam March 31st 2013
The finished tie dyed hoodie…I think it turned out quite nice! March 31st 2013
Morticia on much more comfortable substrate…no idea why she looks green…must be the flash…She’s an Emperor Scorpion…I’m guessing that she’s a she…March 24th 2013