I got a hug!

"Oh look! I have a package!" I said happily. It was a small, square box, but I wasn't expecting anything in a box at all. I love getting packages!

"Open it now" piped Rosebud, so we all trapsed off to the other room, where the box (and Rosebud) were safe from the kitties.

I started to unwrap the box, and it soon became clear even the box was special.













"Oh, pretty!" Rosebud said. "Someone knows you---kitties!"







"Isn't it cute?" I said. I opened the lid and there was a tag.

Now this is where K claims I squealed like a two year old in a tub of tadpoles. He's pretty truthful, so I probably did.

"Matilda Huggington Bear! Wendy!"

K and Rosebud nodded. There is a picture of Elwin and Tiffany on my computer.

The first thing I saw was a couple of long needles, curved in an arc.

"What are those?" Rosebud asked. "And why are you laughing like that?"

"Those are needles," I giggled. "Broken ones, for my Teddy Bear's Revenge project."

I lifted out the tag, and the box was full of things! First, a tiny floppy strawberry bear with tiny dragonfly wings! Oh my goodness! He was a fairy bear! I'd never seen a real one before. He looked like he had been made out of real strawberries!


"I wonder how she makes them so small," K marveled.

"Wow!" I said, "He's my very first artist's bear! I have a hug!"

"A hug?" K asked. " Is that like a pride of lions, a hug of teddies?" He likes words. "No wonder you were attracted to them."

He knows how much I like his hugs!


I took the little bear fairy out of the box. Rosebud wrapped her arms around him and giggled. He was smaller than she was! That was a new feeling for her.













"What are these?" K pulled two little blue items from the box. "Oh, look, it's a platypus! And I think this one is a cougar!"

I looked at the puffy and laughed. "I think that's a WildCat! Wendy drew those!"

Next I pulled out a little brown animal.

"What's that?" Rosebud said. "Is it a rabbit? I don't think it's a rabbit."

"Nope," I said, "It's a joey! See the golden kangaroo earring?" Darwin hopped over and gave the joey a sniff. He nodded once and hopped away.

"See," I said "Darwin knows."





"G'day mates," a squeaky little voice said. "A fine day for it, let's hit the waves!"

We all peered into the box. Sitting on a bag of noses and broken eyes was a tiny white mouse in a bikini!

"Um, " I ventured. "We don't have any waves. No beach either I'm afraid."

"Oh good!" The tiny mouse exclaimed. "I can't swim. But with the bathing suit and all, I thought I'd better try and fit in."

"Oh you do!" Rosebud cried, "Most of us can't swim either. And you can't really call what Mom does "swimming"..."

I let this pass because we had company. I lifted the mouse out of the box. K will probably claim I squealed again.

"You're so TINY" I said. "You're even cuter than your picture!


"I'm Matildamouse," she said "I saw pictures too! You're my new Mom, WildCatLady, and this is my sister Rosebud."

Rosebud squealed when she heard this. (I know she did, because it made my hearing aid cringe) She grabbed Matildamouse and hugged her. "Oh, she's soft!" Rosebud exclaimed, "She didn't look plushy in the picture."

"She's very, very cute, " I said, sneakily wiping a tear from my eye. "And it was so nice of Wendy to send her and her friends to live with us."

Rosebud came and whispered in my ear. "I think that's a great idea, Rosebud." I said.

"Could a platypus be of any help?" a rather cheeky voice asked. "I can take care of anything wet, since I seem to be the only one who can swim."

"I can swim..." K began, but he was interrupted by a growl.

"I can swim," WildKitty said in her growly voice, "If I choose to." She glared at the platypus, who just grinned back cheekily. Her grumble turned into a purr and she whacked him with her big fluffy tail. It was clear these two were long time friends.

The baby wallaby bounced up and down, to show his willingness to fetch things from high shelves.

The little red fairybear just drooped over in Rosebud's arms, to floppy to help.

"He doesn't say much" Matildamouse commented, "but he's very educated." She put her ear next to his mouth. "And he can spell, do sums, and hum "God Save The Queen" in three octaves." She turned her head away and whispered, "I don't know if that is true, because I can't hear him, but he does know all the lyrics to "I'm a Lumberjack, And That's OK."

"He'll fit right in," K and I chorused.

Matildamouse told everyone what she had in mind, and we hurried off to do our parts.

Soon we were back. Matildamouse did the writing, and Strawberry spelled the words out to her one by one.

And here it is!

The Hair of the Dog

Maybe my eyeballs are fried, but I think I've forgotten to mention my good luck. First, Judy, my crafty friend, sent me what she says is three ounces of washed wool. Three ounces of washed wool fills an entire grocery bag when it's picked. That's where I got the wool, neat huh! I had a whole bunch of pictures and stuff I thought I put on here. So weird....

Thanks to the lovely and talented Kimberly of Barebottomed Bears http://www.picturetrail.com/bearbottoms who also makes adorable mice and leopards http://stores.ebay.com/Bear-Bottoms-Originals who sent me gorgeous fur off of her Beranese Mountain Dog, Frodo. It's jet black and so soft, and best yet, he sheds twice a year. Well, best for me at least!

I also have a bag of poodle fur from the darlings of Velma's, Fritz, Julie and Nikki. This of course will go to the making of mini poodles.

The Color Purple

Let's see, where did I leave this saga. At the lilac, grey and red violet fright wig? Well, rinsed it, carded it, it still was a mess. I could have carded this for a week and still got clumps. Ugly clumps. So today, back it goes. Popped it into a plastic freezer bag with some vinegar and soap, set it outside in the sun. Ooooo grape wool tea!

So all nice and clean, two packages of KoolAid and a bit of vinegar. 2 minutes on high, cool down time. Purple water. 2 minutes on high, cool down time. Purple water. This goes on for around 8 tries, when the water is now sky blue. The bag is leaking. K has put a dish under it, now why didn't I find that dish earlier, it's perfect! So, I dump extra water out of the dish, open the bag, dump out most of the water, dump white vinegar in to replace it. Turn away for a second, bag collapses, flooding the tacky white vinyl flooring with sky blue water. Which immediately runs under the fridge, carrying a flood tide of dirt and cat fur with it. ANIMAL TOWEL!!! I love having a stack of animal towels around. And now, there is a small, white clean spot on the floor. Bonus!

Well, the purple wool is dripping on the dish rack. At least it's darker. Experiment KoolAid continues.

It's not quite dry yet, but I think I can state at this point the experiment was a failure. It's a better color, but clumpy, it tried to felt but couldn't quite make it. The color is still extremely varied, from deep grape to one tip of a curl that didn't dye at all.

We have such interesting conversations around here. Hubby, talking to his mom "Well, he was terrified someone was going to find out you aren't a witch." Hmmm. Unless we're talking Glenda Goodwitch, I don't think anyone would think of Mom as anything bad. She's the sweetest person I've ever met, and the worlds best mother in law. Love the snippets around here.

I think it would look a lot better if you cut off it's nose. (It did. It was a teddy bear)

Honey, would you give the wally his bottle?

Life around here is interesting.

The Great KoolAid Experiment

After a great deal of research, I decided to dye some of my batt purple. It seems the easiest way to do that is by dumping KoolAid on it. Well, there is a little more than that, and of course, being me, I research it six ways from Sunday.

Research done, KoolAid bought. All instructions seem to be for either roving, mohair fabric or yarn, none for batting. Oh well, I'm sure it works the same. Right? Right?

First, since I'm doing the microwave version, soak the wool in a glass bowl for at least half an hour. Now, I don't cook any more, and so I don't keep track of the dishes. But I did use to have a a fully stocked mixing and baking bowls and pans. Not a one now. Hmmm. Eventually I find a glass canister and poke my wool into that and cover it with water.

Intermission. We eat, watch Due South dvd, laugh over Moosie deciding that artichoke leaves are the next best thing to chicken, but ONLY if fed from Mom's fingers. Time to begin the experiment.

I had left the container with the wool on the kitchen counter. Now it has one little peak poking up, suspiciously like it had stuck to a cat's tongue when licked. But of course, my cats aren't allowed on the counter, so it couldn't be that! I crack myself up sometimes.

So, I empty out the water and take the wool out. Run hot water in the container, mix the package of KoolAid, poke wool back in. Hey wait a minute. I spent hours getting this stuff nice and fluffy. And now I'm skooshing it all up again? But I preservere, because that's what all the directions say, and I've seen some gorgeous colors. Run enough water in to cover. My wool expands again, but of course where it gets to the top, it doesn't have much color. Stir, stir. Doesn't help. Ok, zap in microwave for two minutes, let rest for two minutes. Run in and write on blog, so if this works, I can recreate it. If it doesn't I know what not to do . Riiiight.

Time to check on wool. Kitchen smells grapely wonderful. I don't actually like the taste of KoolAid much, but I do love the smell. And the verdict is...

Grayish purple. Just the color I didn't want. Why do other people get brilliant purples, I've seen them on their sites, not one has a grayish purple. Look at that, the picture on the grape KoolAid package is exactly the same!

The water is still blue. Not a bit of purple, just a nice, sea blue. I stir and cook for another two minutes. Check all the directions on 5 different sites. Cross fingers, eyes and toes and pray.

Maybe I need more KoolAid. It's one a.m. so hubby is not going to dash out and pick it up for me. I only have 3 or 4 ounces total, and I only used a third of that, so who thought it would take more than one package of KoolAid? Obviously not me. I have other colors, but I want PURPLE darn it. I wonder what would happen if I added Ice Blue Raspberry Lemonade. Why do they tend to make raspberry flavoring blue? And raspberry lemonade should be rather orangy, maybe a peachy color, shouldn't it? I mean, I did learn my color chart. But this is the world of food/buyer consumption. In other words, Lala land. Must check to see what color it is on the other sites.

Light turquoise. Pretty, but likely to muddy up purple. I also have Soarin' Strawberry Lemonade (what happened to just Pink Lemonade?), Cherry, and Black Cherry.

Ah, Black Cherry. Now, I told hubby to choose which colors he knew I like. So he had no idea what buying a package of Black Cherry KoolAid would do to me. He just thought it might make a nice purplish color.

Flashback. It's the prim and proper 1950's. Ike is in the White House. I am at a birthday party. I am wearing a dark plaid dress, and my hair is scraped back in a pony tail so tight my eyebrows are where my hairline should be. To this day, I attribute that to my not having hardly any forehead wrinkles. All the other little girls have black patent leather shoes. I have clunky "corrective" saddle shoes. This increases my gazelle-like grace. NOT! I also have on white gloves and maybe a hat that is giving me a headache. I have been threatened within an inch of my life to be a proper lady.

Aaaah, birthday cake! Oh, good, chocolate. Things are looking up! Not that awful cherry chip (because it isn't invented for a few more blissful years). And to drink...KoolAid. Just what I want to go with chocolate cake, citrus sour watery fruit drink. Please, at least let it be grape, please, please...

Dark Cherry. I think it probably was invented just in time to torture my childhood. I dislike fake cherry flavoring, but Black Cherry was the bane of my existence. It was touted on the new big screen (12 inch) black and white TV as THE thing to serve at children's parties. No one thought to ask the kids if they liked it.

And, because I am a proper little lady, I eat my cake and drink my poison. It never occurs to me to drop it on the grass, pretend to spill it, or, heaven forefend, ask for water instead. That would not be lady like. I must suffer, as all women before me have suffered (according to mom) and do what is Right and Proper. I gag it down. Could be worse. Could be cherry chip cake. And in a few years, it will be.

Repeat scene an infinite number of times, changing only the dress and maybe the gloves and hat.

Why in the world does the package say "Caffeine Free". It's got enough dye in it to color 40 white rats deep cherry, but we need assurance it's caffeine free? Lets see, Red 40, Artificial Flavor (no really? is that why I never had a cherry that tasted anything like this guck?) Blue 1. Do not store in metal container. That's because it makes people nervous to find their old, tarnished pitcher shiny and clean where the KoolAid has touched it. Or, if left long enough, small pit holes while the fridge is invaded by a creeping bog of Red 40, Blue 1. Cheers!

Interesting, plain old cherry also has Red 40, Blue 1. Ironically, they all have Red 40 except for Blue Raspberry Lemonade, which only has Blue 1. Wouldn't you think they would put at least a drop of red in, just to pretend raspberries have something to do with it?

Ah. The blue water. So that's Blue 1.

Brief intermission while I worry about Pudge, the sugarglider. Time to check on wool.

Hearing a noise, I flash the light around outside, checking for lurking junkies (I spent part of my day chasing them off). Not that it would do any thing but make them dive for the bushes. But since all the bushes are blackberry brambles, it would at least be satisfying.

The wool, when washed is...unsuccessful is a polite term. It ranges from almost undyed pale gray to red violet to mid grayish purple. Nor have I given any thought to where I'm going to hang it to dry in this cat strewn house. I've tossed over the shower curtain for now, but being free form, it won't stay there for long. Plus Ariel already has her eye on it. She has her "I must touch it because Mom touched it therefore I must adore it" look. Was that the wet splat of wool I heard? Must check.

Rescued in the nick of time. Ariel had yet to make the stretch to the curtain rod, but Morpheus entered the scene. One look and he just KNEW that was something he wasn't supposed to have. Nothing for it but to chase all kitties out of bathroom and shut the door. They will resent this, and begin banging on the door just as soon as we fall asleep. They will continue at calculated intervals. Note to self, do this during the day and hang it outside to dry. Where the horse can't get it.

Although it's hardly worth it. It's got the worst case of blotchy I've ever seen. Some blue, some still white, some lilac, not enough of anything to make anything but a mess. It might be pretty as mohair, but it's just pretty ugly as wool batt. Larger container, more KoolAid maybe?

Must ask Teddy Talkers. If nothing else, they will be sympathetic and have good ideas. After they stop giggling.

Raggae

I entered a challenge on Teddy Talk to make an anime creature. So, I planed carefully, looked at the cute anime sites and looked at what I had to make my creature out of.

Not much. Some cool yarn Penny gave me, some roving that K got me, plus obsidian beads. Oh well. So I sketched out some ideas.

My fingers had been twitching ever since I saw this one yarn Penny had included. That had to be a mane or something flowing. It was waaaay cool!

While I was at the in-laws, I worked on my creature. I had a small bit of roving that was a good color match for the yarn. I felted a little lion. For some reason, rocks in the head seemed called for. So I put a small container holding lapis chips and one crystal chip, to rattle. Then I decided I didn't want him so hard, so I felted over some cotton balls. They felted nicely! It seemed a good idea to make his nose the same color as his mane, so I did. Since I didn't have a lot of blue roving, I made his underneath parts from some grey roving. I made him sitting so his little pads show. I was going to joint him, then decided not to. I got his cheeks done, then he wanted a mouth. The better to roar with I guess. I wanted some eyes but all I had was some obsidian beads. So I felted some whites, and put his eyes over that. He looked soft and velvety. Next, the mane. Went wild with that, planning to trim it. But everyone who saw it said "DON"T cut his mane!" Carol said he looked like he had reggae dreads. So I didn't cut his mane and Raggae was born.

Sadly, with all that mane, Raggae doesn't photograph very well. But here's what I can get.


That's Ariels paw sneaking into the picture.

That's his little tail sticking out behind him. I don't know if he is anime, but he was fun to make and he's a lot cuter than the pictures!

Now tomorrow, I try Kool Aid dye!

Rosebud's Big Day

Now that Rosebud was born, and had introduced herself to everyone at Teddy Talk, it was time for her to strut her stuff a bit. So first, the photoshoot

Then her debut as an avatar and an Easter Greeting.
















She was so good, and posed just like I wanted her to. But she was a little sad that she couldn't meet the rest of the family. So I promised her a trip to Hollywood to meet some real stars.

She really liked Meeko, and got along great with Puss In Boots. But she thought the little guy in the green helmet was just a little strange.

Rossssssebuhhhddddd

So much for Citizen Kane.

That fuzzy mushroom below? Well, it grumbled and griped, then suddenly decided it liked pink. PINK! So I just kept poking away, and eventually, this was born.


Her name is Rosebud. No, it's not like me. The more I hang around at Teddy Talk, the more girly girly I get. The more I like (shudder) pink. I'm playing with dolls! I like it!

Anyway, Rosebud is fully jointed, meaning she can pose lots of different ways. Not too bad for my very first one. No pattern, just hanging out with extremely talented and helpful people on-line, bless 'em. This is Rosebud's back, so if you look really close, you can see her cute little tail.

As a matter of fact, Rosebud seems to like being in the lime light a lot.

And of course, she had to meet Moosie. Well, she wanted to meet everyone, but Morphy was a little too interested, and the others got up and left.

Well, I finally got her settled down, but tomorrow is another day.

Suffocating Slowly in Salem

Watched Sleepless in Seattle recently. Therefore alliterative titles.

Willamette Valley is one of the worst places for allergies in the world. I'm allergic to cottonwood. I live in a cottonwood grove. In a moldy single wide from the 60's. Damn place is probably older than I am. It will probably outlast me at this rate.

So here's the deal. The place is a total dump, was when we moved in, although it was a freshly painted dump. So we painted again, patched and did what we could. But over the years, it has deteriated. Didn't do much this year to stop it, the year of the Meth House. Hard to feel like doing anything when 10 feet away deals are going down. I don't think I left the house hardly at all last summer. No walks down to the pond when there are slithery people about.

The last of them is supposed to be shuffled off by the police tomorrow. That won't be the end of it. Like roaches, once they get in, they are hard to get out, and Ben keeps letting them come back in to "get stuff and clean up" Yeah right.

They left the 5th wheel locked, so we can't get in. I figured out how to get in. We haven't seen hide nor hair of the Leeches since they boogied two weeks ago. So Camille and Scott show up today, about an hour after I have this conversation with Ben about how I should call the police if anyone shows up down here. So, we call the police. Funny, how no sign of them until we get into the place, then boom! Suddenly we have company. Jerry or Tony? Jerry I hope, he's the one the cops pick up tomorrow. Scott zips by our house at full speed, headed out to the meadow. I'm out at the 5th wheeler when Camille walks up. What a waste. There was potential there once. Anyway, she says they have permission from Ben. I say I don't know that and the police are on the way. Camille says that's fine. I say the police want to talk to Scott anyway because there are things missing. K is in on the phone, so I go in to check with him and see if he's got through to Ben. When I come back, Camille is gone, I think she's gone in the 5th wheel. But nope, here they come, zipping back out (evidently Camille spread the word about the cops coming). Too late, here comes Ben. He talked to Scott for a bit, don't know what was said. Told Ben that they were coming back "to clean" It is to laugh! Then they left. Ben told them they had to have permission if they wanted back in. Well, they know we'll call the cops on them in seconds, so maybe they will stay out. One can hope. Oh, they left food in the sink and a fridge full of spoilables. Not nearly as bad as when Lisa left. 10 pts for Camille. Oh, yeah, I found bits and pieces of my stuff scattered through their junk. For years I'm going to be saying, now I was sure I had that... Oh, and the soulful picture of Jesus (Caucasian version of course) and typical Bible. These people always have more than one Bible.

Well, the chooks are all nesting, 'cept for the trio. They are quieter than usual without the hens to show off for. Buffy the Slug Slayer nested on a blank board, tilted forward. The eggs just rolled off and smashed below. Buffy the SS is not the brightest nugget in the box. I fixed it so her eggs wouldn't roll off, then today made her a nest box. That meant I had to chase her off the shelf. MUCH indignation and noise. The boys gathered round her, clucking sympathetically, and probably they hoped sexily.

As I was rearranging things so the box would fit, all these eggs started rolling out from every where! Poor silly hen! Of course they were all cold, no chickies from them. I put the two freshest looking back in and tossed the rest. I was looking around to see what I would have to do to make the place livable, when white caught my eye. This time it was 8 eggs on this little space, although they had rolled to both sides. No hen. Plus the 4 eggs on the floor. Where did the dead chick come from? My hens are so dumb!

I check on the hens every day, so after this I went back to check on the little black hen in the manger. SHE has a lovely nest, all warm and neat with straw. I sort of lifted up her tail and peeked. She didn't even squawk, I'm pretty sure it's Sweety Bird. She has two tiny eggs. I looked around a bit more, and spotted Lacey. Don't know if she can actually sit on her eggs back there, but no one can get to her, that's sure. Two more chooks to go. I couldn't see if Buffy moved into the nest, but two of the boys were roosting right above her, so I'm sure she was. Guess I'll round up the rest of those eggs before they go bad.

I'm in another big push to get this place livable. Got the water bowl/trash can area cleaned up. Doesn't sound like much, but it was covered with cat fur. Soggy cat fur because Morphy loves to play in the water dish until all the water is out.

No water dish. I tell hubby firmly. But they like it! They can use the drip in the bathtub like they usually do. I'll put the dish under it. (I'd like to live in a house I owned, a nice clean house. We don't always get what we want This time, I'm over ruling the cat.) Morphy thinks it's funny. He attacks the broom with a lover's tackle. Hmm, maybe this means something, like maybe the broom isn't being used enough! Hubby fixing the wet dry vac because he knows I'm going to make him clean the floors. He is totally right too!

So, 2' x 4' patch clean, towel laid down to catch any drips. Doesn't sound like much, and I was gasping at the end of it. But dang it, it's a start.

Back to attack the kitchen. Then I can settle down to felting what ever I want. Or go to bed, which ever sounds better.

She's here!

My long awaited (thanks to PayPal) Sugar dog pattern has arrived! I was surprised at how simple it looks, Sugar does NOT look simple made up. Even the instructions are pretty, Lisa has put in some very cute art work. I love the bear threading the needle, with his little tongue stuck out The instructions look very specific and there are lots of them (I love detailed instructions) I notice some tricks and tips I haven't thought of before which is going to make it a lot easier! I got a fantastic deal on EBAY on this pattern, now I won't hesitate just to buy full price. The Pay's were super nice about everything, especially the fact it took them awhile to get their money, which had me in fits. But it's all worked out, and now I will be giving reviews on this pattern as I go.

I also got a couple of thread bear patterns off the internet, so I guess I'm set for awhile!

Day 2, I have created a monster

I didn't sleep much last night. Seemed like I was hearing a voice. I'd started on the head and mussel of my creature. Nose seemed rather...large. Poky, poky, still too big. Took the scissors to it. Poky, poky, give up and work more tomorrow.

The voice said "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING????!!! LOOK AT THAT NOSE! FIX THAT THING RIGHT NOW!! Look, dummy, do it this way..."

I still don't know what the beast is, but it's loud, fussy and bossy. That looks like a bear nose to me. I was planning on poking it some more until it got smaller. The other way DOES seem better though.

I woke up tired, and annoyed I had to interrupt felting to go to a job interview. Plus I'm too tired to think. But...the nose. I....just....don't.....know....

I think it wants a whole new head. Pushy, pushy, pushy.

Watch out buddy. As soon as I score some orange roving, I have an idea. You're only my first creation. You could become obsolete really quickly if you turn out ugly.

DAY SOMETIME LATER

The good news...I have yet to draw blood. The bad news. I need more colors. I need some black, some pink. Blue. COLORS darn it!

So, thinking of getting some black wool, I took apart one of the expensive wool coats Bethany bought me. I was thinking, it's a black tweed with tiny white threads and touches of pink, but the main color is black, lets see how it felts up.

Well, the second I cut into it, I realized that unraveling it was no problem. The entire coat has a iron on lining. Now I know why, it self destructs. So I take a few threads, they seem to fray nicely...a few stabs with the needle, and I know it's not wool. Cotton with acrylic bits is my bet. It has black leather rills over the shoulder, and makes a big deal out of being made in the USA out of imported fabric. Doesn't mention it's mystery fabric. It will make a cute dog coat with a full lining, and I can use the leather strips for making bear or puppy noses.

Then I thought, I have some Homespun yarn just sitting there. On the knitting boards, it has a bad reputation. On the felting boards, they say acrylic is too slick. It certainly unravels easily, which is what gave me the idea. So I wad it up, do exactly what I do with the wool. Yes, it feels completely different. It does felt slightly better and is a much prettier color than the black gunk. So now I know how it's NOT supposed to feel.

The creature is coming along. I made more tummy and it's eye patch color is down. I'm still working on it's nose. I suspect it's a much younger creature than I originally thought. But I need wire, some eyes, and maybe some thread before I go any further. And, as mentioned, some colors. One of the ladies on the Teddy Talkers board lives close by, so I think I'm going to ask her to go shopping with me. I have no idea where to go, and it will be fun to see another artist, especially one that has some experience in this.

Felting, a blood sport

Some things are just meant to be. My 9:30 job interview turned out to be tomorrow. Not my fault, so I don't care. I did however, take the opportunity of dragging K to the Mission Mill in hopes of finding fiber artists who could set me on the right track. No local leads, but had a great time. Then we went to Have You Any Wool, who on the phone had admitted to having needles, but no felting animal kits and sounded totally lost.

Well, oddly enough, the lady I talked to yesterday was the same one as today, she still had the needles out. No, she had never heard of needle felting sculpture, but it turned out they did have kits for design, the same as I'd seen on-line. So, needles, sponge, mohair package in hand I returned home. I could hardly wait to begin.

Then, typically, I chickened out. I have no patterns, no instructions. So I spent the whole day at Teddy Talk. I think I love everyone there! Here it is 2 am, and I am finally ready to begin. I think. I hear I will lose blood to this. OK, no problem. Did I mention I have a 9:30 job interview to go to later today? Oh, just get ON with it!

If I don't write anything after this, some one come check on me. I will be slumped over my keyboard, passed out from blood loss. (OMG, what a DRAMA QUEEN this woman is!)

OK, which is the fattest needle, got it, poky, poky, poky, stabby, stabby, stabby, nothing is happening! How much of this stuff do I use? How long before something happens? Wrap wool around stick, got it, but how much? I want minute directions! Which direction do I wind? Windershins? How many times do I stab? At what angle and speed?

Hubby comes in kisses me goodnight, with that resigned, I know I won't see her until morning look. And yet, he bought this for me, what a sweety! On the good side, if I get good at this, it's something I can do in bed on my bad days. Did I mention we have a waterbed? Poky, poky, sploosh! Hey, if Tarly's Mandarian length razor sharp claws didn't do it, nuthin' will. That cat was all softness except when she didn't want to be picked up. Then those hooks sunk into what ever she was on and never let go. Our poor air mattress became her first victim. Dang I miss her! This mohair is almost the right color, sigh. No patterns out there for mini Birmans.

Cool! It's starting to stick together! Now check size against pattern...PATTERN! WHAT PATTERN! THEY SAID YOU DIDN'T NEED A PATTERN WITH NEEDLE FELTING! I only have instructions, thanks to Carrie Attwood of Little Bloomers, who kindly published instructions for free. OK, look, there's a ruler, body about 2", good. Carrie, you have SO much good karma coming your way from this!

My roving is from New Zealand. My wool is better traveled than I am. A slight crackling, yep, they are right KEEP YOUR EYES ON YOUR WORK! No blood though. Pip is trying to pull the packaging into her cage. No, you silly glider, it's not edible. And yes, NZ is close to Australia where sugargliders come from, but you are a native Oregonian, you silly little marsupial. Have a niblet and settle down, if I get good at this I'll felt you a friend.

After an hour, I now have a wad of wool that looks like a mutant silk worm cocoon. Ah, progress! How firm is firm? No blood yet.

I am now adding bits of wool to "build the body up". Don't know if I'm being successful, but it's less painful than the rare occasion when I've tried to build my own body up. My cocoon, um, body has shrunk so I am adding wool at both ends to make it very solid and back out to two inches.



Well, the mutant silk worm hasn't started talking to me yet. Probably because it doesn't have a head. I've never made the body first, I don't think I will again. It's unerving not knowing who you are making. I don't even know if it's a boy or girl yet Usually by now I'm starting on it's family history going back generations. I thought this was such an organic, hands on thing, I would be naturally carried away. Hmm. It's a mystery guest so far. I don't even know what kind of creature it will be.

Wet down the outside of it slightly, then rubbed it on Moosie for luck. His fur ends up in everything anyway. He liked that a lot, until he sniffed what I was holding. There will be no mistakes in this house, anything that doesn't work will become a cat toy. He REALLY liked the cocoon! Must begin on face, this is bugging me.

It's 4:40 am, I have to get up pretty soon, so I guess I'd better hit the sack. It's a creature, that's all that I've got so far. It may be Siamese.

Bearly collecting

I don't collect bears. I enjoy other people's collections, but I've never really been a teddy bear person. However, hanging around EBAY trying to pick up patterns and learning about needle felting, I may just start collecting bear artists.

Dolls, that's a world I'm much more familiar with. When I create a doll, it takes on it's own life. Saved that beautiful ombre blue ribbon for her hair? Too bad, she doesn't like blue, she wants ORANGE! OK, "she" is inanimate materials, but that doesn't seem to have much to do with it. It's the same way when I write, my characters often want to complicate the plot. Like the time I wanted Mary to get up early to go painting in the meadow with Jo, but she insisted on making love to her husband first. C'mon, I'm thinking, lets get to the meadow and find the necklace! But no, Mary was too busy smooching. I just could not write the next scene without doing a discrete fade to black. Jo was really pissed that Mary was so late too!

So, my creations have their own lives. I've come to terms with that, as my artwork benefits from it, if my sanity doesn't. Doll artists are great because a lot of them have the same skewed inner life. But then you get to bear artists.

Dolls can be fantasy, but most look like people. Not so much any more, but it started that way and really has only been evolving much since my lifetime. Bear artists, they don't seem to have that problem. Their inner lives are even wilder and less restricted. Their creations may or may not look like an animal, but they can give you it's personality benefits and defects. How they started out making a little fox to steal an egg from the hen house, but she was too innocent, so she ended up with a jump rope instead. How the tiny Yorkie was supposed to be a shy, timid little girl, but turned out to be The Queen of Everything (just like a real Yorkie). What's more, they will share their inner worlds on their web sites, in detailed pictures. Worlds in which I feel right at home, especially the needle felters.

And when you talk to these people, they are NICE. They are happy to share their world with you. You don't buy their creations, you adopt them. I'm still mostly lusting after non-bears, but there are some I've seen that I would love to have. And I'm getting a Yorkie finally. I'll make her myself, but I will have one. I have a few photos of Whimsy around here somewhere, and she shall rise again in mohair and glass. At least this time, she'll be housebroken.

Tomorrow, the great needle hunt begins. After that, no sheep, long haired goat, rabbit or camelid is safe from me.

Alien eyeball purse

Ok, what can I say. There was this heinous purse on You Knit What.com. Several of the ladies suggested that the um, bobbles, looked like alien eyes. The other suggestions weren't that clean, but were highly appropriate. Anyway, then I start seeing this purse like it could be. Artists are highly visual you see. And just weird enough to spend some quicky time in Photoshop to share the...joy. Or...whatever. I give you, the Fugly Alien Eye Purse. And now, I apologize. But I'm still snickering under my breath!


link to YouKnitWhat

Oh boy! Another hobby!

Reading and snickering through another day's worth of "You Knit What", someone put in this lovely link.
http://www3.interhop.net/~sturgess/jamiesons/ffb06kit.htm
Um hum. It's a dead swan bag. Wonder how much that sucker weighs without anything in it? Look around that site a bit. Hmmm.

Well, I really, really want to take up needle felting. You can make tiny little animals that look real. I'm all totally gung ho on it. But somehow, I don't think life size swan bags are in my future.

Right now, I'm just trying to find directions. I'd love to buy a kit to make a Yorkie off of EBAY, but I just can't afford it. Must be a local group here somewhere in alpaca, mohair land. I know some sheep I can plunder. Nigel will be happy to donate his winter coat, and he's a BIG camel now. What is this compulsion to take up a new craft every week, without ever finishing anything. Well, that's not quite true. I do finish things, then I give them away. I have two rugs I made and that's about it. I like making more than keeping. But I do love tiny little animals, so I could make quite a few and still not take up much space, right? Sure. This cold is making me light headed!

EBAY Addiction #42

Yippee! I won the dog pattern! This is Sugar, by Lisa Pay.
Somehow I don't think my version is going to look nearly as pretty. So far, she hasn't made a Powder Puff pattern, although she did do an original Chinese Crested I saw. I want to make my own version of Ti'an. Ti'an is actually Jewels Iced Latte Above The Clouds Aom

http://www.chinesecrested.no/registry/52943/Jewels+Iced+Latte+Above+The+Clouds+Aom.html

If you go to her site, there are some beautiful photos of her there. I met her briefly at the first dog show we did, and fell in love. Not something you can explain, just she is a sweet, sweet animal that is so pretty she looks unreal. If fairy's had dogs, this is what they would look like. I evidently have fairly good taste in dogs, as she is a winner in the ring too. Her owner was very sweet to me and let me hold Ti'an and take lots of photos, which due to the lighting, didn't turn out nearly as well as I would have liked. Still, if I get good at dog sculpting, I would like to try to get some of Ti'an's personality.

First, I'd better get my tush in gear and finish the St. Patrick's Day dress before the holiday is over!

Soooo Dullllll

I'm having much more fun in my sleep. I live in a nicer house and get to reject Ben Affleck. Yep, man of my dreams evidently and only my dreams. We'd watched a movie with him in it, and in my dream movie it was kind of a cross between Friends and...well, I don't know what. Anyway, Affleck's character made a pass at my character, which I nobly rejected (yes, I would in real life too. Waaaaay too young for me for starters) and the whole group split up taking sides, some on Ben's, most on my side. Oddly, most on my side were guys, giving the "no means NO!' speech, while the girls on his side just seemed to be miffed he hadn't made a pass at them! I hardly ever dream about movie stars, so this one seemed pretty funny. Kind of being stuck in a reality show unawares. Oh my god! You mean you had a camera running on me in the bathroom? When Cindy and Joe and I and the duck were going at it? Oh, I'm so shocked! I totally forgot I was on a reality show and being filmed 24/7, even though it mentioned that 2,334 times in the contract I signed.

I have to go make frou-frou dog clothes now. So far I am on EBAY winning a frou-frou dog pattern. I'm getting a poodle, since Velma has poodles. I really want to make a Yorkie, Pom, chi and Pappilion too. To begin with. Also, Lisa Pay, the artist has a really neat Schnauser pattern named Tramp. I mainly want to make that one because it looks so real. If I had the money, I would buy her Pomeranian toy all made up. I could buy several real Poms for the price, but then I would have to feed them and walk them. At any rate, she is one of my favorite new artists.
http://www.pedigreesroyal.com.

I also have been doing a lot of reading up on needle felting. Think I will have to try that. You can make itsy bitsy animals doing that. God, another hobby! I'd better get to work so I can afford a roof over my head!

It's a purse, no, it's an organ!

As mentioned below, my newest addiction is www.youknitwhat.com This was today's offering. I guess that Lion brand yarns came out with a uterus pattern but this, um, item is much more graphic.

The ladies and gents making comments there are always good, but this is classic. I'm hoping to get permission to put it on my site, since the comments disappear once the fugly is off the main page. So I will just try for now to link, the comment is the second one down, by molly. Although the rest are excellent too.
http://www.haloscan.com/comments/ykwykw/114202216518879625/



Matie Trewe even knitted an intestinal track. http://www.strangebuttrewe.com/knitGI.htm
It, however, is not nearly as gruesome as the thing posing as a purse. Look around at that site too, there are some really (intentionally) funny things. My favorite one is the squid hat! But as a combo, click on the squid hat. At the bottom of the page there is a link to Squid VS GI. Yeah, I could give the link here, but it's funnier when you build up to it. Also take a closer look at the hobo gloves.

I found a chenille boob http://www.straw.com/cpy/patterns/cot_chenille_boob.html and a knited womb. Such talent! But I can guarantee my ovaries never looked that good! Of course, ex-rays aren't exactly Technicolor.

A friend in nursing school took me through the med. library on the way to somewhere else. I happened to glance at a screen a student was watching, and there, in all it's glory, was a beating heart. Surrounded by fat, I may add. Yes, I did catch all that in the split second I saw the screen. Now, it's one thing to be at home, watching the tube and seeing a documentary. You can choose whether to see it or not, and at least you know it's coming. Much to my surprise, my legs suddenly went rubbery. Keeping my usual cool (yeah, right) I continued on, keeping my eyes focused on my guide's back.

Since then, life has taken a few weird turns. I watched them do the surgery on my beloved serval, Moosie, and when the intestines came out my reaction was "Oh good, they look healthy!" I've cut up beef, zebra and antelope for the big cats. (Before any one gets their panties in a wad, they had all died of natural causes and why waste them?) And while I admit, I sometimes had to run for fresh air, that purse thing is waaaaay uglier than anything I ever saw.

It looks malignant. (shudder)

Life got you down, pooky?

Got the drabs? The mean reds? The bottomless blues? I can't help you, but the folks at You Knit What? can. I don't even knit, but luckily some very witty people do, and they make wonderful comments on the "fashions" the yarn companies put out to lure us unthinking sheep into buying their weird yarns.
http://youknitwhat.blogspot.com/



I actually did buy some to make a hairy boa. A friend had sold a few and they were lovely. I got a good deal on the yarn and thought, I can crochet a little, how hard can a straight boa scarf be? Heck, I've even crocheted a duck (toy), a sweater for my then small daughter (started before she was born, finished by the time she was three and could actually wear it) and a purple-shiny shrug for her which was a weekend project that took me most of a year. So I bought a BIG crochet hook and started in. I had eyelash and fun fur, planning to make a few alternating rows of each. The first try looked like blue roadkill. I carefully and with great difficulty unraveled it. The second attempt looked like the poor thing had curled up to die a miserable death. It took an hour to crochet and about three hours to unravel. The next attempt made the roadkill look good. Fortunately, my friend Judy gave me a lovely pink knit boa for Christmas and told me to stop whining! It's every bit as warm and soft as I hoped it would be, plus I get to think of Judy instead of all the hell I went through trying to get the stupid furry yarn to work.

I'm finally going into the pet clothes business instead of just thinking about it. Yep, Renaessance designs for Loving Paws Boutique, where the discriminating dog shops. Actually, where the elite pet shops, I'll make clothes for anything. Just don't ask me for anything hand knit. Well, you can ask, but someone else would have to make it, not me!

So I still have some lovely soft beautiful novelty yarns. I'm thinking, put them in a bowl, take them out and snuggle them for a bit, like a woman trying on jewels, then put them back until I need another creative fix. Really, like I needed ANOTHER craft anyway.