(I wish to publically disassociate myself from that title.)
(That is all.)
I've been prompted by a certain persistant reader to get myself together and post something.
I always aim to please, so here I am. :-)
Where have I been? Oh, knitting like crazy. Trying to stay cool. the last farmer's market was a challenge in that department. It starts at four in the afternoon and ends at seven. That's a long three hours in the summer heat. Thank goodness I can hide in the shade of my neighbor's canopy, otherwise I would have to stay home.
I made an interesting bargain this week. I am commissioned to make a purse for a customer who wants to trade her services at our local spa. If I manage to make the purse to her satisfaction, my feet are in for a real treat.
I love barter, don't you?
I had a request for another cell phone pouch, but this time with long AND short handles for versitility.
She picked blue, and I added the gray.
It turned out really well:
I find it so fascinating how each of us react to colors. What some might find insipid, or even repugnant, others find inspiring. I wonder why it is this way? Perhaps if I pay attention long enough to what people choose and why, I'll start to understand it. In the meantime, I get to play with colors and study people. Nice job if you can get it.
The other evening, I saw a set of horns moving by my window.
I got up to see where the buck was going and got my camera.
I'll bet you have never seen a buck sleeping...
I never had.
This is how they do it:
Whoda thunk it?
A four point buck in the front yard sleeping.
[Around these parts, we only count the points of the horns on one side. I don't know why.]
Ben got up on the window sill to stare at him. I told Ben to stay away from Mr. Buck because he could hurt him BAD.
Ben SEEMED to be paying attention to what I was telling him.
In the garden, the green beans are coming on. S. picked the first mess of them and they will be on the stove in a little while.
I'm giving serious thought to making up a batch of blackberry jam sometime this week.
There are more peas to pick.
And the crookneck squash are almost ready to eat.
Life is good.
I find it so fascinating how each of us react to colors. What some might find insipid, or even repugnant, others find inspiring. I wonder why it is this way? Perhaps if I pay attention long enough to what people choose and why, I'll start to understand it. In the meantime, I get to play with colors and study people. Nice job if you can get it.
The other evening, I saw a set of horns moving by my window.
I got up to see where the buck was going and got my camera.
I'll bet you have never seen a buck sleeping...
I never had.
This is how they do it:
Whoda thunk it?
A four point buck in the front yard sleeping.
[Around these parts, we only count the points of the horns on one side. I don't know why.]
Ben got up on the window sill to stare at him. I told Ben to stay away from Mr. Buck because he could hurt him BAD.
Ben SEEMED to be paying attention to what I was telling him.
In the garden, the green beans are coming on. S. picked the first mess of them and they will be on the stove in a little while.
I'm giving serious thought to making up a batch of blackberry jam sometime this week.
There are more peas to pick.
And the crookneck squash are almost ready to eat.
Life is good.