It cannot be denied. My beloved Savannah* has been avoiding all affection and general human contact for about a month. Two days ago, or so, she decided she loves us all again and specifically me. This means that I haven't spent nearly as much time in the shop as I probably should have. That, and leaning over to trace has been giving me ( Read more... )

We have successfully made two batches of soap. Kate was very helpful and now Mum and Da are off finding exceedingly clever plumbing supplies with which to make molds. I am looking forward to seeing what they bring home ( Read more... )

Philosophy note: Control what you can and disregard the rest. The chips fall where they will and no amount of wishing or stressing will move the table or alter the directional pull of gravity. Mum also puts this as, "Don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff." It serves me well, I think ( Read more... )

No kitty for us, it turns out.

I'm quite disgusted with this poor woman's mother, jerking her around until the dead last second to tell her she'd take her cat after all and that she didn't have to give him up.