I made this doggy coat as a Christmas present for a friend's dog. However, as careful as I was in my measuring, it was still too small. That poor fat dog! The band that goes under the belly was so tight that when she modeled it for us it hiked her back end up in the air and she walked on her back tippy toes. She looked so embarrassed and I'm sorry but we couldn't help laughing at her. Anyway, the coat is back here in the apartment awaiting alterations and we decided to put it on Duncan just to see how it looks.
It's too big for my boy (actually if the bands were made smaller it would fit) but it doesn't matter anyway because he hated it! He ran in circles, nipped at it with his teeth, and I'm just lucky he didn't tear it. Vet Tech Girl says he doesn't like it because he feels like he's not in control. Hmmm, as far as I've ever noticed, he's never been in any kind of control.
This is another Day Bag. A Vet Tech friend of Vet Tech Girl wanted one so I managed to finish this on Christmas Eve.
It's black corduroy and if you want to drive yourself nuts go ahead and sew BLACK CORDUROY!!!!! I remember laughing at a grandmother who complained about how hard it was on her eyes to sew black fabric.
Well, God is getting even with me.
And in addition to killing my eyes, the lint brush got a heavy workout, thanks to Chlorox.
Once again, the hard bottom that I like so much!
Last week the lady I work for, and I were cleaning a house that has two cats.
Two cats that hate us.
One is an ancient torty who growls at me, and the other is a long haired gray kitty who hisses at me.
Not exactly Welcome Wagon material.
Anyway, a contractor was there working on the steps in the foyer and somehow the cats had escaped from the basement where they were to spend the day.
"No problem," we said," hitching up our pants, and readying ourselves for battle. "We'll take care of it." We then spent about 15 minutes setting up barriers and planning our strategy. My boss was to flush the kitties out, and I was to shoo them down the steps. I wasn't worried because the cats always bolt for the basement as soon as we get out the sweepers or heaven forbid talk to them. But something went wrong because they ran in hysterical circles, jumped over our barriers and disappeared into thin air. It does embarrass me that the torty, who is old and fat, and runs like an old woman whose shoes are too tight was able to get past me.
"I don't think we're going to be able to add cat herding to our resumes." I told the owner and we got back to work.
I needed to get my boss a gift for Christmas and decided a bottle of wine would be nice. I was going to just whip up a fabric sleeve for it when I remembered that a couple of the double wine bags I made were still hanging around.
That meant I would have to get two bottles but it still made my life easier.
Even though I love wine, I have absolutely no idea of what's good and what isn't so I look for fun labels.
Hey, it works for me.
I was just getting ready to grab a couple of bottles of Little Penguin when I spotted a label that stopped me cold.
Check it out.
Can you believe it???!!!
I bought a red and a white.
Here's what it looks like when you're carrying it.
The bottles are very snug and don't bang into each other.