The death of the moth and other unfortunate necessities

I like most living things. OK, so I’m slightly scared of spiders, I wouldn’t particularly appreciate a close encounter with a snake or a crocodile, and I hear grizzly bears can be a bit intimidating. And some humans are simply vile.* But generally speaking, live and let live, that’s what I say. Unless you happen to be a clothes moth, in which case, as of this week, I’m ‘unfriending’ you.** Why? Well, I’ll tell you…
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A crafty year!

Would you believe me if I told you that it has taken me an entire year to realise that I can make the photos in my posts bigger? Yes. Read it and weep uncontrollably, for it is sadly so. Worse, I have even reflected, from time to time, on what a shame it is that the photos are so small. In the words of the immortal Bart: doh! Continue reading

Colin the Robin and the brush with death

We honestly did think, on the arrival of the Feline Detectives, that we’d cat-proofed the house. Ha ha ha. No. We hadn’t. Apart from plant-gate, where McCready got an upset tummy from chewing on what we have since discovered to be a plant best not consumed by felines and which resulted in the removal of all such foliage from the joint (as in domicile, not weed), both McCready and Gilmour are prone, let’s say, to collecting things. With McCready, it seems mainly to be yarn, usually my more expensive stuff (mental note: must hide yarn); Gilmour is a bit more eclectic in his selection and even the plug from the bath has been found amongst his stash of toy mice. Yes, really.

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Feline Detectives and Makers of Mischief

Folks, this week my blogging plans have gone decidedly awry. Why? Well, I’ll tell you. We’ve had our hands full making our new feline housemates feel at home:

McCready and Gilmour.

McCready and Gilmour.

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Colin gets cuter

It’s funny how time vanishes when you’re tired, ploughing through an apparently endless list of jobs (even if they ARE little and essentially pretty unimportant) and spending a sizeable portion of the weekend on your day job to boot. Suddenly, the hands start spinning, the hours zoom past faster than a rat up a drainpipe and, before you know it, it’s almost Sunday-evening-telly o’clock. Goodness me.

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A strange-looking bird…

Well… Here I am, finally writing a new post after a little hiatus… and it feels good. It’s been a funny old start to the new year, what with making the transition to freelance life. I’m working hard to keep my focus on the moment with some – albeit limited – success. Try as I might, the worries keep finding their way in and I’m starting to suspect my skull of ressembling a sieve underneath all the red hair. I can only conclude that I’m not sufficiently distracted, so I hereby resolve to get back on the crafty bike and peddle furiously!

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Rockin’ Robin

I just couldn’t resist this little project (ok, I didn’t try very hard, it has to be said). It IS nearly Christmas (how? how? where did the year go?) after all. And what is more Christmassy than a friendly little robin or two? OK, I know, I know: Father Christmas, Christmas trees, stockings, presents, crackers. The list almost certainly goes on, endlessly and, in all probability, expensively. But robins are right up there with the rest of them, dammit, and they’re essentially free (unless you’re blowing your entire annual salary on fat balls, of course – which would make you lovely, but also a little mad). Continue reading