Unrelated to anything else, Amir.

I am watching Adam Savage repair an apron and he was entirely correct about yelling at the screen when he forgot seam allowance. Also I covet that Sailrite. [...] Dammit. I did not need to know how much they cost, because... *whimpers*

Buy this book! Read it! Be entertained by the main characters who are BOTH SUCH COMPLETE GOOBERS!

BURN UP IN VICTORY!! a kissing book with too much swordfighting! books2read.com/burnupinvict...

🪶 Saw this lovely on the way home from our walk today.

Eepy Kugelprinzessin. Pinkish because of lights. Eepy because of cat.

UGH. Who was the genius who thought that making this duffel bag out of sunbrella was a good idea? Right. That was Past Me. Past Me was an idiot.

Is it wrong of me to contemplate putting up a hawk perch in my yard to encourage red tailed hawks to come deal with the squirrels?

A moment of Clarence*. *he is very chill. I was about 3 feet away. We were so close, I felt he needed a name so we could be properly introduced.

@realfollowers.bsky.social because I'm curious.

This weekend, the bird houses need to go back up (took them down when the house and garage got painted). I'm thinking about getting another box for the house sparrows - there's a nesting pair of merlins up the block and they'll need a food supply...

Took a walk through the bird sanctuary...

I have successfully done a thing! Brought the destashing to the Textile Center, bought useful things for the stash ("Everybody needs twill tape! I. I am everybody.") and went to Costco, where I mostly adhered to my list. Also I put gas in the car. Ouch.

Yep.

I love watching makeup tutorials on 80s makeup, done by people who might have been born in the very late 80s if that, to see how much they manage to get right.

For #birdoftheday #ruffledfeathers Papa wol, in the wind.

When the Spouse is a ham... I went shopping today, because I go shopping on Saturday usually, never mind the impending storm, but I drove the Spouse's vehicle because it is a hybrid. I don't like it, it's ginormous, but it gets the best mileage of the house vehicles. So off to Costco I go. /

I was prepping rouladen* for tomorrow's supper, and the cats were losing their little furry minds. So I offered them a pickle. They were unimpressed. *German, pickle and bacon (and carrot and onion, in some recipes) wrapped in thin slices of beef and braised, served with gravy.

Amir is particularly photogenic at the moment, particularly his majestic cheek fluff.

Also I determined that my clogs give me foot cramps. Wonder if there's anyone in town that can resole them (again).

We are prepping #2's kitchen ceiling for painting it white. We have discovered that it was also originally white... <sigh>

We have a visitor! 🪶 This is right outside the home office, about ten feet from the house. She would really love to know where the tasty sparrows all went.

What to do, what to do. Errands, before it snows, I think. I can wrangle recycling and trash tomorrow.

Amir. Sweetheart. I know you're happy that I'm finally home. You're not even upset about the other cats. But please stop licking my eyebrow.

I'm at my late sister's place because reasons. Paul Stanley has found the space heater.

Finished! The seam bindings are hella ugly but that's what putting 1/2" bias tape over multiple layers of denim will get you. Pattern is Sew Liberated's L'Oeuf bag.

My weather app says it's -38F/-39C wind chill. The wind chimes are busy, like a gaggle of monks with handbells.

The purse is almost done! I have to sew the binding onto the seam allowances and that's it. Current stats are 5 pieces sewn backwards including the one length of bias binding, and at least two additional fucked up seams that I had to rip. So, pretty usual for me.

Well, it's nice to know that my ability to sew things together backwards hasn't deserted me.

Argh. I am TRYING to make this purse for my cousin, and now I can't find my rotary cutter to make the damn bias tape. In fairness, I haven't done a complete sewing project in YEARS so I am utterly unsurprised at how completely disorganized I am. Still cranky about the cutter, though.

I sat down to catch up on social media for a few minutes...

Timeline cleanse: sound up for kitty snores.

I am finally investigating a doom bin that had been occluding the sewing room closet, and I have found more than one item that I can identify but have no clue why it is here. But I found my glue gun.

The plan: sleep in, faff about on the internet, get some sewing done. The reality: sleep in, faff about a bit on the internet, do the cat boxes, deal with the mountain of things the piss terrorist has pissed on. Some of which are trashed. @rahaeli.bsky.social, why do we like cats again?

Now there is a working fridge I can fill it with cheese*! *And other things, but mostly cheese.

New fridge is here - came home after Thanksgiving to find the old one had died, and what with the December chaos, fridge issues got shoved aside for a bit. Then I swept and mopped the floor. Poor Amir. He feels long sticks are evil and there were THREE of the horrible things. Broom, dustpan, mop.

We had fondue and are watching BBC nature documentaries and drinking glögg out of the bottle.

If you need a timeline cleanse, or just a moment of calm, I offer Amir purring.

I was trying to tape a pattern together and Amir was helping.

Introduce yourself with five animals you've seen in the wild: Gopher snake Golden eagle American mink Northern harrier Canada jay

In the process of searching for statuary with which to decorate my garden, I am forced to conclude that my idea of whimsical is not what the makers of garden statuary consider whimsical. Bah.

We are at my sister's place in Wisconsin for the holiday. My son-in-law is reading Tolkien and trying his best to ignore my sister watching Green Bay vs. Detroit. My sister watching a Packers game is a spectator sport.

🪶#2 has a mostly resident turkey these days...

We have had to "retire" the catnip banana, because SOMEONE* went and LICKED a hole in it. *the Kugelprinzessin #cats

Doves. And a skwirl. 🪶

The Kugelprinzessin has managed to remove her collar somewhere. Mostly this is an issue because it has a bell to prevent incidents of Stealth Tortie*. *she jumps on the bed, surprising me. I tend to yelp when surprised, which frightens her. It's not good for either of us.

Lady Cooper's hawk on a slow pigeon in my yard. 🪶

I need someone to outsource my executive function to.

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Beans!