It was requested to do a stitching for this poem. However I couldn't find the image in any of my books that would accompany it so I crafted this little bum warmer using my PC Stitch program. Its apparent showcase placement will be in one of my parents outhouses to inspire whimsy.
Put in some back stitching and have just the lower left Earth corner to complete for The World.
I love it when books come in the mail. We do not have an ample selection at our local library, being that it is a small country one. However, part of the (now increased) $25 annual fee goes towards transportation of books in from other equally small community libraries.
Sadly even with the contribution of many outlets certain books remain harder to find for lending. Thus I turn to second hand stores & the bargain books on Amazon.
My recent purchases included 2 novels by Mo Hayder. "The Devil of Nanking" and "Pig Island". I have read her Jack Caffery series & found it to be intensely eerie. One does not often read novels of such darkness penned openly by a woman. Many have the skill to do so of course, but often will have a masculine nom de plume to put forth their works. Given the way that my mind absorbs images however, I can only read her novels in bursts because they bleed into my dreamscapes and give me fitful sleeps.
This year has started our fairly well I think. Its already done the 1st week of 2017 - which is a little freaky that it's gone by so quickly already. Mom hosted our immediate family get together this past Wednesday. We wanted to do our present exchanges personally & separate from the large extended family hub bub. The intent was that at least 4 of her 5 children could be in attendance. My sister lives at the other end of the province & as the sole-bread earner in her house, could not get away. She'll be coming some time next week for a few days.
The one brother, whom I do not get along with & his girlfriend chose not to show up after all - which for me was a good thing; but for mom, was disappointing.
Regardless of that life drama - we did manage to have a good evening. The gift I had intended for my youngest brother fell through so I had to improvise and make his a stitching FAST. I was still putting the final chunks of white into the clouds as we drove down to m…
Mom's rooster "Big Thunder" is a very randy boy. Treats his girls good & is very protective, but he's got a couple favorite ladies. He's an ugly thing, like a discarded patchwork quilt you find in the bottom of an old attic steam trunk, with the personality one would pair up with a gym nut taking steroids. She was hoping all this hen hopping he'd at least be properly fertilizing so she gave me 10 eggs. I put 5 into my little incubator & gave 5 to a friend up the hill, who put them under her broody hen. 2 of mine & 3 of hers had to be tossed out as they were not fertile when we did the 1st candling. At 2nd candling, the hen had abandoned the nest (eggs were no longer growing) and the 3 remaining at my place had also stopped progressing.
Clearly Mr. Big Thunder was all for show.
I bought some more 16 eggs from another locale lady & crafted my own DYI incubator with a styrofoam cooler but it wasn't holding the humidity high enough so I bough…