What a Day
What a glorious day it is. Definitely feels like fall.
I have the screen down on the front door, bringing in the freshness.
There is not a lot of activity from the two older ones on Stauffer Avenue. Dennis caught a forenoon nap. I had a load of laundry going, while I sipped breakfast coffee, reading a few chapters.
I did make some progress on the round wooden box today. I ruminated about fabric to use inside of the box. I was determined I would find the correct match no matter how many times I went through the stashes. I finally hit on a fabric that kept pace with and spoke to the age of the box. I also decided to put a band of the same fabric on the rim of the cover and also on the rim of the bottom of the box. I cut short lengths of the fabric, pressed them and temporarily added each. The fabric trim on the rim of the bottom will need to be narrower that the trim on the cover. It will be a timely endeavor to cut, fold and press and then decided how to permanently attach said bands. No do-overs will be allowed. I temporarily attached the counted cross stitch band on the belly of the box to get a feel for the fabric choice . . . sweet!
I like where it is all headed. The lights were turned off. The next time I come down to the studio and turn the lights on, I want to see the full impact of what will be. Silly ole Grammie. There may be snowflakes before mission completion. Tee Hee!
I brought up from the pantry a can of roast beef. I will thicken it with corn starch. There were plenty of potatoes left over from last night to make fried potatoes this evening. I’ll let Dennis decided on the veggies.
It is pretty different in the patio porch. Snuggles was taken a back during the extreme hot days. A very heavy cat with a super thick coat just couldn’t cool down. Dennis brushed and brushed to help him out. Earlier this week, Tuesday, Dennis said Snuggles walked slowly into the far back yard and kept on going into the thicket. Not thinking anything of it, that night neither Snuggles or Harriet came home and not since. It is not unusual for cats to wander off if they are ill. Maybe Harriet followed her best bud to keep him company. The oldest cat, Honey Bunny, has been bawling when Dennis goes out to the patio porch. As I said, its pretty different in the patio porch. All of the kittens were feral. We took them in, got their shots, fixed them and gave them a great home. Time will tell.
With that I take my leave. ♥