Peekaboo I see you! :) :) :)
Hey sis Roy told me that you read my blog and my heart almost stopped! I realise that I may have posted some stuff in the past whingeing about you and your bro but please don't judge me too harshly, this is a place I go to unload. And then there are months in between when I keep it all bottled in, so this blog isn't an indication of my total wellbeing, you know?
Anyway, I hear you're into handbag designs now. Don't forget the cables!!! LOL I actually still have a Intro to Cables book I bought you a long time ago.
And thanks for your invitations to join Facebook. I'm just not going there!!! No FB for me!
xoxo
Your SIL
Monday, August 09, 2010
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Inspiration -- West Coast Sunset GG
A shot taken while returning from fishing at Carnac Island last weekend:
The vision: a Gradual Gradient type "set" comprising of starry deep blue skies at the top, ranging towards lighter blue and finally to the magnificent golds and oranges of a west coast sunset. Add a bottom border of black, embroider your choice of silhouette ... it's easier to execute and show than it is to explain! My pattern of choice? Versa! Love the neckline, fits my girl exactly.
Something juicy that's been simmering in my brain for a while now, a great re-introduction to dyeing...
The store will re-open very soon!
The vision: a Gradual Gradient type "set" comprising of starry deep blue skies at the top, ranging towards lighter blue and finally to the magnificent golds and oranges of a west coast sunset. Add a bottom border of black, embroider your choice of silhouette ... it's easier to execute and show than it is to explain! My pattern of choice? Versa! Love the neckline, fits my girl exactly.
Something juicy that's been simmering in my brain for a while now, a great re-introduction to dyeing...
The store will re-open very soon!
Monday, August 02, 2010
Oh, Sox...
*sigh* two posts in one week, it's always feast or famine with my blog posting.
Not a good one this time around either. Sox had another "vestibular episode" last night, and it's quite distressing to see her this way. The head tilt, repeated eye movements, and not being able to walk properly. I see that she's got off the bed and taking refuge in M's room at the back of the house. I've just made her up a bed on the floor next to the heater. She ought to improve enough to get to the litter box and food/water in a day or two but the first few days have been described as like having sea-sickness as her three-dimensional sense of feeling is all out of tilt. This has happened twice before so this time around wasn't quite the shock of her first one in which it was described to us as a "stroke". Sadly there is nothing beyond making her comfortable that we can do, the symptoms do get better gradually.
My girl, my best friend, is about 17 at best guess. She was adopted from an ex-partner so I don't know her exact birth date but it's around 1993. A Californian girl, driven north to Oregon where she lived in town and then the badlands of central Oregon, out-living three other, younger cats from the predatory coyotes around. Shipped half way across the world, 90 days in quarantine here in Byford, and three house moves and she's still going strong. Spends most of her days in bed, most of her nights in my arms.
She pee'd in the bed last night, so a big load of laundry. Pee's and poo's like a greyhound (or so the saying goes), the crystal stuff that is supposed to last one cat, one month, barely makes it through the week. I'm just dreading the conversation tonight, if Roy brings up the "green dream" I am going to have to choke him. I've held pets in my arms for euthanasia, both as a vet nurse and a pet owner. Each time the decision and time was right to say goodbye and let go, but now is not the time for Sox. She is destined to live out her days in lazy comfort, heck it's inconvenient and smelly, but she is in no pain. Gryph and Matilda have both learnt to respect her boundaries, and gosh darn it she just makes me happy. So no, I won't be considering euthanasia for her. There is no pain, just occasional vestibular episodes like this one, her last bloods were completely normal, and she's very well-loved. I'm pretty sure I'm not in denial about this, but if anyone has any comments to make please do so I will consider all points of views.
Not a good one this time around either. Sox had another "vestibular episode" last night, and it's quite distressing to see her this way. The head tilt, repeated eye movements, and not being able to walk properly. I see that she's got off the bed and taking refuge in M's room at the back of the house. I've just made her up a bed on the floor next to the heater. She ought to improve enough to get to the litter box and food/water in a day or two but the first few days have been described as like having sea-sickness as her three-dimensional sense of feeling is all out of tilt. This has happened twice before so this time around wasn't quite the shock of her first one in which it was described to us as a "stroke". Sadly there is nothing beyond making her comfortable that we can do, the symptoms do get better gradually.
My girl, my best friend, is about 17 at best guess. She was adopted from an ex-partner so I don't know her exact birth date but it's around 1993. A Californian girl, driven north to Oregon where she lived in town and then the badlands of central Oregon, out-living three other, younger cats from the predatory coyotes around. Shipped half way across the world, 90 days in quarantine here in Byford, and three house moves and she's still going strong. Spends most of her days in bed, most of her nights in my arms.
She pee'd in the bed last night, so a big load of laundry. Pee's and poo's like a greyhound (or so the saying goes), the crystal stuff that is supposed to last one cat, one month, barely makes it through the week. I'm just dreading the conversation tonight, if Roy brings up the "green dream" I am going to have to choke him. I've held pets in my arms for euthanasia, both as a vet nurse and a pet owner. Each time the decision and time was right to say goodbye and let go, but now is not the time for Sox. She is destined to live out her days in lazy comfort, heck it's inconvenient and smelly, but she is in no pain. Gryph and Matilda have both learnt to respect her boundaries, and gosh darn it she just makes me happy. So no, I won't be considering euthanasia for her. There is no pain, just occasional vestibular episodes like this one, her last bloods were completely normal, and she's very well-loved. I'm pretty sure I'm not in denial about this, but if anyone has any comments to make please do so I will consider all points of views.
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