Monday, September 19, 2016

Offered Belly, Hidden Switchblades

Titania has grown and grown into a sleek youthful kitty.  Two of her sisters are in the bathroom but caght at 6 weeks is not the same as caught at 4 months.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Winery Adventure

I went on a very fun adventure this weekend with a friend.  We went to Masia de la Vinya for wine tasting.  We had a great "bartender", the wine was delicious, the company was excellent and the day was beautifu.  Somewhere around taste #5 I started to relax and feel like myself again... I may need to become a middle aged drinker after all.

Kidding! But seriously, how cute are we?  This is out on the patio, drinking local sangria and listening to live classic rock.  I think this was during the James Taylor song.   We had a great time. I highly recommend it.

After wine and breadsticks and water and time we hit the road back home with only a couple stops - one at the bead store for some beads to match some of the yarn-crawl yarn, one to get my nose pierced and one for a delicious burrito late lunch.  Pretty much a perfect day.  I didn't even touch my knitting.

Thursday, September 08, 2016

...Saves Nine

Still stitching.  The bathtub doesn't show too well against the linen colored cloth but the outlining will help (if I ever get there).  Big swaths of one color make progress speedy.

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

A Stitch in Time...

Not entirely sure why my knitting / spinning desire has been usurped by the urge to work on counted cross stitch, but there you have it.  I even got some work done today at the laundromat.

All the green and gold is complete now and I added more white last night and today. More white, more tan, more backstitching and more blackwork border and I'm done. 

Then it is on to the coordinating second pattern. 

Monday, September 05, 2016

And So It Goes...

Life here at Chez Picky continues to pass.  Galen's memory is a fond one but mostly the other cats are filling the gap (except for a moment this morning when I was cutting up cooked chicken and went to give him a pill).

The big cats (formerly known as the kittens) are slowly coming out of their shells although none are as greedy for attention as Galen.  But they will sleep by my and meow to be petted.  Bingo has learned to jump on my lap and also is moving into Galen's old space on the computer chair.  I think I have given up all hope of giving ayway the baby kitten; she has taken over Galen's old duties and emotion-checking cat and walking on the keyboard-cat.  She may be only a few months old but she rules with an iron paw.  Even the dog is in line.