Dance Bag

The tote bag that holds my dancing stuff was starting to fray.  I could have repaired it, but bag was both too big (for regular dances) and too small (for dance festivals) and didn't have enough pockets.  This was my chance to design a new one:  a single bag that would work for both situations so I wouldn't need to move the odds and ends from one bag to another.  

 

Poof!

I blinked and suddenly it's the last week of August.  I suspect September will pass by even more quickly!  

Dave, our foster guinea pig from Dakin Humane, stayed with us for barely three days.  I was so disappointed to see him go.  He had just started to settle in on Thursday night.  I discovered he loved to be scritched (and he had lovely, touchable soft fur).  He actually came up the the side of the cage simply for love and affection. 

Piggy Swap

 

When I gave Dakin Humane an update on Jitterbug's eating habits (not eating hay nor drinking water), they suggested trying Timothy hay and a bowl of water instead of a water bottle.  The water bowl didn't seem to make any difference, but he did seem to like Timothy hay.  Unfortunately I am allergic to Timothy hay... so I needed to return Jitterbug.  I felt bad I couldn't do more for him; it was a bit of a relief to see him go.  I can't win them all.

As it happens, Dakin Humane had other available guinea pigs - out with one and in with another.  Say hello to Dave.

Dave may have similar coloring and bed-head like Jitterbug, but he is clearly a different pig.  Dave is loaf.  I just want to squeeze him!  He's a laid back mature dude, with fat mutton chop cheeks and lovely soft fur.  

Goings On

A trip to the Cape for Family Weekend had me return with a trunk full of fabric.  Literally - the whole trunk stuffed.  Unfortunately it smelled of moth balls and smoke.  Ugh.  It took days to get the smell out of the car.  I brought the majority of it to Swanson's fabric (they couldn't sell it because of the scent, but they could give it away).  I kept a tiny bag of it - maybe a 10th of the overall haul.  It took me a whole evening to iron the stash.  I will likely keep 13 yards of it, the other eight I may not keep - which will go to Swanson's, of course!

Jitterbug

 

We picked up a solo guinea pig from Dakin Humane to foster last week.  Say hello to Jitterbug.  He's a beautiful Abyssinian with serious bed-head and dark ruby eyes.  He came in with a bunch of piggies from another shelter, and then got beat up by his cage mate (and got his butt shaved to check for wounds - he looks a little lopsided).  They were separated.  I wanted both of them - but did not have the bandwidth to try introductions and tackling two cages if they couldn't get along.

Green and Black

I'm working my way through the last bit of black and grey scraps as well as some clean-up projects as I figure out what the next project is.  Picking a background color for the inkblots was a lot more difficult than I anticipated.  I didn't want a bold background color, because I wanted the focus on the black blocks.  I browsed through so many bolts of fabrics of blue and purple and pink and cream.  I don't know if it was because of the colors in Hundred Acre Wood, but I kept coming back to a set of three greens.  I liked the medium green the best, but I also liked the idea of an ombre effect - so I bought a bit of all three.  I wasn't trying to add to my stash, honest!

Hundred Acre Wood

Another finished baby quilt.  Added bonus - I had a calm, sunny day to photograph it without having to watch the forecast for a week hoping for a break in the weather.

When I showed the finished quilt to my sister she thought maybe I should name it Beanstalk.  I liked it - and it got me thinking about fairy tales and children stories.  One of the fabrics has bears and rabbits on it - which made me think of Winnie the Pooh.  So I named it Hundred Acre Wood.  It has kind of a forest-y feel.  It fits.

Flora and Fauna

Rob was in the kitchen the other day and he said "bear!"  I ran out to see this gal right outside the house.  I've been told the blue tags and collar indicate a female.  She'd already knocked down and smashed the hummingbird feeder - I guess that's the end of that for the season.  

When I banged on the window the bear seemed only vaguely concerned and moved off a several feet, still very curious about something she smelled (probably the sugar water).  I had been out in the yard not long before and had left only the screen door shut on the sunroom.  Eek!  Once she moved off I ran out and closed the door.  Need to remember to keep that closed, too!