one of our heads is destined for tinfoil

Brain not good for ballast this week, a combination of PMS and con-driven sleep deprivation made doing the simplest tasks a bit trying. I go to say something and nothing'll come out of my head. When the ol' noggin is feeling fuzzy, that's always good time to go out in the backyard and dig up a lot of dirt. Yesterday I tore up a decent sized section out back and put in some ajuga, my new favorite ground cover. Someday I want the entire backyard to be nothing but thyme walkways running through a mishmash of vegetable beds and purple ajuga flowers. Basically I want to get rid of the entire lawn, one section at a time.

The last couple of days I freecycled some of our tomato seedlings, little volunteer plants that come up year after year and produce like crazy. These are nice heirloom ones, Azoychkas, Marianna's peace, but not Paul Robesons because we have a racist garden. Blame it on the Dutch ancestry of the place if you will, it's not for lack of trying. Anyway, it is my hope that the people I freecycled the plants to will in turn give them to their neighbors, and so on and so on and so on. It would be a fine world where yellow, pink, and black tomatoes were common.

I found a free amigurumi pattern online this week, How to Crochet a Big Fat Kitty, and here is the result: (annlarimer, if this yarn looks familiar, it's from that skein you sent to me that I was going to make potscrubbers out of. >.>)


Milos, say hi to the nice people.



Casey and Milos.

Crocheting dolls may become my newest obsession; I can't believe how easy they are to make. I crocheted around a pipecleaner to make Milos's tail curve around like that. It took a couple of tries to get it right, but that's okay-- the first try is now Casey's favorite snakey-toy in the world. I can't believe how much she loves that thing.

Milos has been claimed by one of our plushie-loving library patrons, so I'm fostering him until he moves into his new home.