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Hot on the heels of pole dancing cats here’s another title to tempt you into reading but, this time, it’s for a good cause so I’ll let the dogs do the talking.
Hello! Flo here again, that’s me on the right, occasional guest blogger here.
You may know that, before I was living in the lap of luxury and spoilt to death, I was found wandering on the streets and taken to a dog shelter where the Missus and her family came to find me last New Year’s Day. That’s Stan on the left and he didn’t get as far as a dog shelter because the Missus found him running in traffic and rescued him herself after the registered owner (he was microchipped) didn’t care to have him back. Taz is our other brother and it was a similar story with him. Anyway, the Missus says she can’t possibly adopt any more animals or she will go crazy and, although I can’t begin to understand why that would be, I know she likes to help raise funds for the S.P.A. (Société Protéctrice des Animaux) in Carcassonne, France and she does this with a group called Dog Rescue Carcassonne. You can read about some of the work they do here. Just think, my picture was on there once but I was called Froggy then as they thought the way I sat with my back legs sticking out made me look like a frog. As if!
The Missus likes to sew and she thought she would make some bandanas for stylish dogs, like myself, to wear when we are out to impress. Stan is wearing a rather fetching red one above but, as you can see, I am naked because, although I am the most beautiful of the Missus’ dogs, I can’t possibly stay still long enough to be photographed properly.
So, even though Stan isn’t as gorgeous as me, he will do anything for a tennis ball and, if one is held aloft, he will sit and stare at it forever in the hope that it will eventually be thrown for him. This is what makes him a good model
These fit the sort of collars that our size of dogs wear but the Missus says she will even make them for ‘handbag dogs’ whatever that means.
Then she says she will give the profits to the Dog Rescue Carcassonne to help other dogs find homes and also so that the dogs can be sterilized in order to prevent more unwanted dogs being abandoned and ending up playing with the traffic.
I must say that Stan looks almost handsome and he can’t lose his bandana because his collar threads right through it and, if he rolls in fox poo or goes swimming in the river, the Missus can just wash it in the machine.
That is Stan laughing at the suggestion he might roll in fox poo but I know it’s true because I’ve seen him do it .
I quite fancy that cute one with the deer and owl and kitten so I hope one of those is for me. I don’t know who that is in the photo – perhaps it’s one of those handbag dogs.
I know I haven’t told all yet about the big braderie I went to in Lille a couple of weeks ago but, since then, my Mum has come to visit plus Mlle. Tialys the elder came back for a weekend of home comforts before starting a year’s internship so I’ve been a bit busy but, suffice it to say, it was big, it was expensive, it was crowded, it was an experience. I will elaborate soon when I’ve worked out how to get the photos off my phone – I could’t spare the luggage space for my proper camera and I don’t usually use my phone to take pictures.
Here’s one thing I bought.
Don’t ask me why – it just appealed.
What I have been doing though is companionably knitting with my mother and making some infinity scarves or cowls or whatever they are called at the moment, for my shop. Mlle. Tialys the elder is usually a good model but she moaned a bit this time – and it showed in her expression – so I used a vintage mannequin too. These scarves appeal to the patchworker in me as I like coordinating the fabrics which can then be reversed and mixed to good effect as you puff up and arrange the scarf to your liking.
This one is almost a duplicate of one I’ve made for my resident goth (aka Mlle. Tialys the Younger)
A mélange of greens
which you can reverse to this combination.
Ooer! Looks like she’s thinking about those early mornings and getting on the London Underground in rush hour.
Back to the mannequin….
The title is to do with nothing much really except I’ve started making scarves and it’s autumn and there actually is ‘a bit of a nip in the air’ – suddenly.
I’m feeling a little ‘directionless’ at the moment. Is that even a word? Anyway, I feel as if I’m sort of doing stuff in no particular order and not prioritising tasks properly and, although this is not a new thing for me, it’s sort of started to hit me how much more efficient I could be if I would only get a grip on some sort of time management. I obviously don’t take after my father who is so committed to routine that, not only could I tell you what he will be doing at any given time of the day but I know what he will be having for breakfast, lunch and dinner. This really only started in earnest for him once he retired and the ‘counsellors’ told him to make a routine and stick to it. Well, he has taken this to the nth degree and, 17 years later, you could, literally, set your watch by what he is doing. Pavlov’s dogs had nothing on my dad’s dog who is ready for his walk at exactly the same time every day and gets quite stressed if it doesn’t happen. Unlike my poor dogs who are subject to the meanderings of my mental and physical vagaries and have given up having anything at any set time. Still, it makes for a bit more excitement!
Anyway, you will be pleased to know that after 5 days of deprivation, I now have my taste buds back in full working order and am making the most of it. The clotted cream, specially driven down from the U.K., was defrosted and slathered over home made scones which, with the addition of some strawberry jam, was absolutely heavenly. Not to take away from Madamoiselle Tialys the younger’s achievement in making the scones but they are so easy and quick to make I am never going to buy shop ones again as they tend to be a bit dry. Not that they sell scones here but, you know what I mean.
I know I haven’t said much about my trip to the U.K. but it was mostly about shopping, eating stuff I can’t get here, seeing friends and family and shopping again. Unfortunately, my pocket sized camera had been mislaid by my daughter so I could not record any of these meetings or shoppings as my big girl’s camera would have taken all my cabin bag allowance so I left it at home. However, above is one of the things I knocked up using some scrummy fabric I bought whilst there. What is about beach huts? They are so cute.
Then, today, instead of doing something more useful, I decided to make another of my coffee sack owls as the last one in my shop had gone off to Russia and I always like to have one on the go. I spotted a very light coloured sack in the cupboard and thought I’d use that one. Big mistake! The weave is very close and the whole thing very stiff so trying to turn the owl right side out after sewing was so difficult I nearly gave it up as a bad job. Also, I couldn’t even think about putting a box seam in the bottom but I perservered and she turned out quite well but I will stick with the more ‘floppy’ sacks in future so this one really is ‘one of a kind’!