New hobby

Like I need a new hobby. But yeah, I got sucked in. I bought Unicorn Spit. What is Unicorn SPiT? It's a gel paint and stain. Endless possibilities. Kinda pricey upfront for the full range of colors, but a little goes a long way, and you can stretch it further with water, alcohol, floetral, etc....

There is a basic range of 14 colors, 6 sparkle colors and the creator also makes metallic concept colors. The metallics come and go.

At any rate, I got a free piece of furniture  from a friend, and after determining what parts would sand and what would not, I was off. I sanded the top and drawer fronts.

I spread green and blue shades of SPiT and metallic back and forth, spaying with water to help move the SPiT. I wasn't sure I liked what I had when I quit for the night. But under threat of rain, the project went into the garage.

 

And then it started to rain. I have no place inside to work on this type of project.

It rained. And rained. And rained.

And then it was humid. Stupid humid.

So. Finally. Two weeks later, got to work on this again. I must have been in a bluer mood, because it is bluer than before.

 But I did get the paint done and a spray of oil based sealer. Oil based seal first, because the SPiT is water based. Now it needs a few coats of water based sealer. But it's mostly done.

  

 If you are interested in SPiT, go straight to the source for more info and SPiT purchases. Artisticvivations.com

Bad Blogger

Terrible.

 I want to be better at it, sorta. But really every new social site that has bloomed since I started a blog and was only active on a few message board style communities some, not quite, 20 years ago? has just split my attention and given me virtual exhaustion.

I remember when we (the big WE) used email like letter writing, and actually had conversations via email.

Real conversations.

Not just a couple words. Not just an attachment. Not just the daily ads.

It makes me sad. It makes me nostalgic.
It makes me long for the days when sitting on the couch with pen and paper would result in a small stack of letters cranked out to a few friends.

Technology is great. But it isn't.

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Little things...

Ive found on a regular basis the little things that happen in movies and shows are terribly moving for me.

Tonight I was watching Frasier, the episode Something Borrowed, Something Blue pt 1 Daphne has learned Niles has feelings for her, and has just come to the realization that she has feelings for Niles.

She and Frasier are discussing her telling Niles in the elevator. (In front of a neighbor, who Frasier chastises, telling her not to act like she isnt listening.) Then Niles returns, married to Mel, he tells Martin. In a flurry of activity Frasier and Martin end up back in the elevator,  discussing Niles being married, in front of that same neighbor, whose reaction is a sympathetic, "oh, poor Daphne".

Frasier bursts back into the apartment, to interrupt Daphne's confession to the now married Niles. Martin returns, and so does Mel. Who proclaims for all that they are married. Devastating Daphne. Who holds her emotions in check long enough to make a gracious exit. Only to breakdown in front of the elevator doors, that open with the same neighbor still on the elevator. The neighbor promptly sets down her laundry badket and opens her arms to the weeping Daphne.

That gesture, that small gesture of literally being there to catch someone as they fall, it moves me to tears everytime I see the episode. Every. Time.

Blogging from the new phone.

I've joined the smart phone revolution.  I can now blog from anywhere. It sounds exciting, but in reality I'm on the couch. HA!

Congratulations it's a Boy!

and a Girl and a Boy and a Girl and a Girl and a Girl...

Just 4 weeks ago one of the farm cats had six babies. A week and a half ago on Wednesday night she took off at dusk to go hunting, she never returned.I am now the proud nursemaid of these guys and girls.

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Clockwise from the upper right corner; Buffy (male), Dirty Girl (female), Bling Bling (female), Cuddles (female), Socks (male), and Zig (female)

They are quite a handful. With the exception of a 7 or 8 hour stretch most nights where they sleep through the night, it's like having a newborn again. Except I'm buying expensive canisters of formula rather than being able to breastfeed. But there is still "diaper" duty, because they are just learning to go potty without assistance. And they soil their bed, so they make a ton of extra. laundry. All my old towels have been pressed into service.

Pretty soon they will be introduced to the litter box and the green grass outside and solid food!

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Lilacs

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Last year our lilacs did not bloom, a late frost killed all the blossoms.

I missed them.

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School Chicks

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A few weeks ago I took these two chickens to school to visit the Kindergarten class.

They both got a bath before we went, and dried with the hair drier. One didn't mind and the other seemed to enjoy. I put them in an old rabbit cage together and loaded up an egg carton with a variety of the eggs we get.

I took a couple of the biggest eggs we get, a couple of the smallest, a few pink eggs and peach eggs and some greenies.

I let the kids pass the eggs around and everyone got to pet the chickens, both of whom behaved very well.


I put Thalia the little brown hen in the cage what I fielded questions from the kids and while I was holding Greta, the black and white hen, Thalia laid an egg in the cage. A green egg. She is my green layer.

The kids all got to hold and pass around a fresh laid warm egg. Not a single one of them said it was gross. Not one. It was pretty cool.

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