Sunday morning, Dexter takes me for a walk , the ground is littered with bright red/vermilion berries of some sort, Autumn floor .
Sky is in between blue and grey, fence of spindly poles to keep the deer out.
Dexter finds a small hand made house for tiny folk, and a rusted metal frame.
They are his and he is guarding them.
I find two plastic babies that are compromised. One arm missing, one torso with a hole in it. I combine the two with some adjustment , glue , wood pulp paste and paint . I make two hats out of the thumbs of a glove and a large diaper out of the palm. They are happy, living in the nest that Mr. Man was so scared of having bugs- and infesting our house.
No bugs, just a cosy little nest for conjoined twin babies and clay marbles.
I brought this Victorian match holder striker back from the shop because I love it. It is all metal and just cooler than shite! It lives by the other nest that I have had for 24 years with a little French baby , the carcass of Erik's pet beetle , again, no live bugs,and broken robin eggs, such a sweet blue colour.
Purchased a new ring from Lady Muck of Whitstable, also of that sweet blue colour, I have known her since she was two and had a vocabulary of one word "NO". Reconnected last trip to England and am such a fan! Who could resist a boiled egg breakfast ring?
I wear it beside my other rings, The copper/silver band I found in a tavern. A woman who tired of her jewelry left it behind in the women's loo with a sign, "take what you want". The other ring, a special gift . The most comfortable ring I have every worn - I wear it all of the time, even when I am elbow deep in dough-That friend never far from my thoughts.
So that has been Sunday morning, I am now making Gramma's butter rolls...again...I ate the first batch! All fourteen of them!
Getting ready for Thanksgiving but at the rate I am going All of the dinner will be consumed before the guests arrive.
I put the pies in the freezer to keep them from greedy me. I am so over the butter rolls now, this batch will be safe.