Stuff. What a useful word. A veritable portmanteau of a word.
First, here's the latest duster. While I loved getting this linen for $2 a yard and had fun seeing how it would wash up and dye and stuff, I'm not loving the texture so much: it's rough and not so nice against the skin, and there's not a lot I can do with the surface: it's too nubby, for instance, for text, and it's too loosely woven for beads (they'd slip through the fabric). I had another duster in the darker shade of orange and sent it to Wendy to play with. So here's the duster and the apron I kept. I may keep these, or I may make others in other linen and then pass these on.
I used this pattern I made:
I've gone back and put a hook and eye closure on all of these dusters, just in case.
You've seen this before, the Flax jumper I worked on a while back, where I gutted the rag doll my mother and I made when I was five and stitched her onto the front. I've added other stuff, including a list of the places I lived, in order.
Then there's my Mad Scientist Lab Coat, which I love. I didn't make it; I bought it used. Here's what it looked like then, after I dyed it and made the pocket and added buttons but before I did other stuff, like removing the collar:
OK, I admit it: I kind of love the research part, too. I'm a little geeky like that.
I also thought at some point I may Go Back In and put in some chemical equations or something, maybe make up some of my own. I was going to put on some for poison and explosives and stuff but figured that's the kind of thing that would get your internet searches flagged for sure.
Snort. Yeah, right: I'm EXACTLY the person who would be building a bomb.
I just made myself laugh out loud.
OK, OK. Where were we? Oh!
So that's it. I've got one more thing I've gone back to work on, and I was having fun doing it but quit to do this stuff, and now I'm ready to go back to it and finish up this part but don't want to: it's a jacket I wear all the time when it's chilly, but now it's not (it was like 90 yesterday), and I have no desire to work on something I know I won't wear for 6 months. I like to imagine finishing something and putting it on, and if I know I'm not going to be doing that for a while, I'd rather be working on something else. So I don't know about that one.
While I was writing this, it got really dark and cool outside, with some distant thunder and a breeze coming in, and the cats started going nuts, racing through the house and making those racing-cat noises. Now it's brighter and seems to be clearing up, and they're settling down again. Weird how that works on cats, isn't it? What do they feel? Barometric pressure, yeah, but how does that *feel* to them? I'd like to be a cat for a day, just to see what it's like. Minus the part about having to clean my butt with my tongue. Minus that part. Also the part about eating random fish and chicken parts. Eh, never mind. . . .
Thanks for coming by~~XO