I am always amazed how a large cat curls into such a small space.
Flora, with the able pawed assistance of Maximus shows another foray into heat-set studs. The top was a second acquisition during the Targét sale foray. The inspiration something I saw at the mall while dashing hither and thither. Amazing how little bits of bling will catch the eye, isn’t it?
Triangle studs, again from Qia Graphix I tried to space them out randomly, so they give a kind of jeweled collar effect. The studs also go around the back, so one looks as good going as coming. After all, one never knows when an exit will be as important as an entrance.
I like the twisting and turning of the triangles. They remind me of snowflakes, though perhaps a more cyberpunk variation.
Max thinks I should leave this shirt on Flora, as it makes the perfect bed. For those keeping count, Max is now 2 1/2 years old. Quite the strapping fellow, isn’t he?
This week the Hellboys went into the vet for their annual check-up. I knew they had grown, but hadn’t quite realized how much. They are no longer kittens, but full fledged cats. At least in size and stature. In my mind, however, like all the other fur babies, they are, and always will be spry youngsters.
Max weighed in at 12 pounds, 10 ounces. He’s grown into a fine strapping fellow. He wanted nothing to do with the vet, and decided if he could hide his face in my arm, and not see out, then obviously no one could see him, and he would avoid whatever awaited in this odd smelling place.
Puck, his brother (yes, despite what they look like, they are truly brothers) is a bit smaller at 10 pounds 4 ounces. There is indeed a cat under all that fur, and you can tell when he walks on you that he is not a lightweight.
Puck also expressed his displeasure at the vet’s office: growling. A sound I’ve never heard come out of his furry self. Low. Deep. Scary. It didn’t help that the vet tech kept referring to him as a her. He’s a manly cat under all that fur, and people had best not forget it!
Changes I made this time around were to narrow the legs by about 2 inches. This gives these jeans a leaner silhouette, which I liked. Not the skinny jean, poured-into-a-sausage-casing look the papers are showing but narrow enough to be a stylistic nod to this trend.
The denim is actually rather thin, not a beefy, heavy sort at all. It was stash utilization, probably from Joann’s quite some time ago. My memory says inexpensive.
I decided to stretch my skills a little with the zipper and used Trudy, she of Hot Patterns fame, fly zipper insertion technique. You can find that right here on YouTube . It’s actually easier than the other method I had been using, and produces polished results.
Of course, now that these are done, we’ve swooped away from jeans weather. Highs are expected to be around 80 and more all week. They may end up put away until October!
My sewing mojo is still gone, having left home with no forwarding address. I keep wanting to do something creative with my hands, but have no incentive or staying power for sewing. It’s driving me completely insane!
To help combat this creative malaise, I’ve gotten out the beads, deciding to work up a project from the most recent Bead & Button magazine. I have a friend whose favorite color is lime green (not the previously mentioned niece). If this turns out, it will be a nice Christmas present for her.
The piece with the dangling threads is 1/4 of a beaded bow. Two upper loops, two lower loops, attach in the middle and add a pin on the back. I promise, pictures when it’s finished!
Oh, and the cable bit in the title – while that looks like thread holding the beads together, it is actually Fireline. Fireline is a very thin coated cable used for fly fishing. Available at most sporting goods stores, Fireline has taken the beading world by storm. It’s very appropriate for use with crystals and rough glass beads – ones where the edges are sharp, and likely to cut through regular nylon (Nymo, Sono) thread.
This piece is using hex beads, which have that sharp edge, so it’s needle and cable as my creative outlet. If anyone sees my sewing mojo, please send it home!
My cousins daughter is the closest thing I have to a niece. There’s enough difference in our ages; that’s how I think of her. She too has inherited the family magpie gene.
T-shirts from Targét, to which I added a little more sparkle. Her favorite colors are lime green and electric blue (thank goodness she’s out of the pink phase!) so I did my best to follow that with the green shirt.
The shirts are not decorated with crystals, but something called rhinestuds. They are faceted metal, and also hot fix. Not quite as sparkly as true crystals, but much less expensive, and more prone to staying affixed through multiple washes. Sewing for teenagers is, at best, a temporary thing as their tastes change so frequently. Decorating something already assembled seemed a much better, and easier way to go.
I am sorely tempted to keep the grey shirt for myself, since it is very much my colors: silver and purple. So, we shall see what the holidays bring. Maybe she’ll get it, and maybe, she won’t!
Mojo Update: still missing!
Tonight will be the Hellboys first Halloween. I wonder what Max and Puck will do when the neighborhood urchins start to call?
Just in case something untoward should happen, they’ve gotten their first collars, to be worn on special occasions, like tonight. Puck has developed into quite a fluffy fellow. Collar discussion around the dinner table said “No PINK! No matter how fluffy he is. No Aqua or Lavender either!” We wouldn’t want the little guy to have a gender identity complex.
Puck got something suitably macho
While Max chose something more colorful, with his favorite: food!