Here’s a bee. ———->
<——— And here’s a fly.
So, what’s the difference?
Bees: fluffy, long antenna, four wings.
Flies: not fluffy, short antenna, two wings.
Not a perfect distinction, but a good starting point. Except for the wing thing. That always works. Flies only ever got two.
The needlepoint is slightly lacking. Look at this:
The highlight lacks subtly.
This second leaf is much better———->
So…rather than tearing the whole thing out and redoing, if a thread of of the darker blue is stitched randomly on top of the highlight, it might even it out a bit. And hey, it did. See? Much better.
New plant friends
Many good things about anticipating an annual plant sale.
It reduces the purchase of plants as a form of immediate gratification. A plant could be thought about, researched, mentally transplanted, and finally rejected after it is realized that it actually pretty damn ugly. No digging or money is involved, just a lot of daydreaming. Also the plants available are cooler. And they are more likely to survive transplanting, since the weather has become much more reasonable AND they don’t have the pressure of putting out flowers until next year. So they’re much happier.
Finally! They is done. 24 tiny sweaters, ready for gifting, each unique. Okay, mostly unique. And here they are:
The tiny sweaters fit quite nicely on obnoxiously pink Barbie doll hangers, although they may require painting. The hangers, not the sweaters. Don’t paint your sweaters. Adding a turtleneck makes it hard to hang them, so that can be a thing to consider. But don’t omit the hangers; they are useful if you want to hide something within the sweaters, say a piece of chocolate, which could be taped in or attached to the hanger with a safety pin. Also, the yarn stash has been greatly reduced, which is always a plus.
So the end is that a passel of tiny sweaters is rather enjoyable to make and will use up a bunch of yarn. Now back to the regularly scheduled needlepoint and frog observations.
14:48 in the Piedmont. The storm formerly known as Irma is sputtering its way through South Carolina. Apparently Charleston’s been flooded out. Here, just some normal rain with the occasional gust. So best to stay indoors and needlepoint.
And that’s that.
Adventures all over. Time to get back to the real world. Welcome back to the lamest blog on the internet. But at least there’s this nice image of a butterfly.