Cats and Pots

 

This is Zorro's pot formerlly the home to Japanese blood grass. Perhaps it bled to death.  This summer it can be a cat bed.

Eddie is cuddling to the Japanese maple.  Zorro is sans pot for now.

This was a few years ago.  The old deck and railing, old house color. Same cute cat.  Edward P. Cat aka Eddie Spaghetti.

This is also a couple of years ago.  That summer Zeke spent lots of nap time here.  This planter is now too full of thyme and oregano to interest him.

            Not in the pot, not behind the pot, Eddie is just with the pots.

                     Others nap too, but not in pots. On sofas.  Yay for naps!

                What if you took one right now?  Sounds nice, eh?  Go ahead.

Bag done

I am not happy with the bag.  The handles, although not hard to make, were tricky to sew together to form the loop.   See the finished item below.  Since there were four fabric on the outside I show two views outside and just a peek at the inner.

The color is bad again, but for reference the handles are a bright lime green.

Side one

Side two

Inside.  I really like that inner fabric.  It would like a nice summery top.  Instead it's where it will be seldom seen. Alas.

That's really all for now.  I have a skirt to sew (Not another one?) and after that a 1850's period correct dress for my volunteering at Marshall Gold Discovery State Historic Park.    I've been working on my corset. More later on all of that.

 

Zorro contemplates the edge of the world.

I'm Not Back

Not yet anyway.  Still very busy with the show.  Only 20 days until our first performance.  As I said previously, I will resume my challenge in January, please stay tuned.

 Just for today I'm posting some photos so you have something to see, since you stopped over.

This is a photo of Fort Jefferson in the Dry Tortugas.  I didn't take this photo, but I have been there and I have some great pictures. Unfortunately they are on my other computer which is still dead. So I got this one from the web.  The Dry Tortugas are a few islands in the Gulf of Mexico and Fort Jefferson was a prisoner of war camp during the Civil War. They are called dry because there is no fresh water.  You can get there on a catamaran, as my daughter and I did, or you can fly over.

This photo is from the Lost Gardens of Helligan.  They are in England. I've never been.  There are several of these earth people about the large garden site.  If you look at their website  you can see more plus the lovely gardens themselves.


Now if you look around my yard you can sometimes see this stunning sight.

       It's my handsome cat, Zorro, collecting Fall leaves.  Isn't he clever?


               So long until next time.  Whenever that happens to be.