I wish and wish and wish to make a patchwork blanket. I wish I wish I could sew neater, cutting neatly and binding all the pieces together for pretty patterns. I want a lovely patchwork for my bed in my dream house with my Josh and my Future-Cat, whom I will call Tullie, and he will curl up on the patchwork and sleep at my feet in the winter-times. My Future-Cat, not my Josh =)
Wonderful furry silky wondering cat. I miss my cats... warm warm fluffy belly Guiness, with his dribbling and big paws and sleepy eyes all the time. Beautiful regal snuffly Sherry, with big wide eyes and snootiness but love all the same. All little snuggly animals I love... mothers bunnies, Misty and Bailey, huddled in their hutch together, playing nicely now... Bailey was scared and cranky and confused and bit Misty on her tail =(
Misty was ok, and graciously forgave her new bunny sister and now they hop and hop around eachother in their little hutch that smells of straw and apricots... oh how they love to nibble at apricots, steal them out of your waiting fingers and snuffle them back to a hidden corner to enjoy all on their own. Bunnies are wonderful creatures.
Tonight we celebrate Valentines a day late. Busy busy times abound, and times for relaxing and breathing are hard to find. I stitched and sewed and rubbed my little fingers sore making a present for my dear one... a felt heart, a representation of my own, for him to look at, and see and realise, and to have and to keep safe for me.
White. Purple. Spiky black. A button from my favorite dress. A purple feather. More little hearts... A sun and a golden chain draped across one side. A little ceramic smiley black kitty. Bronze and topaz squares. To remind and remind of all my aspects and our times together too.
We plan so badly! Everything falls through. Or we fall asleep! But tonight is treating to lovely dinner at a most wonderful Irish pub. I ring nervously to make a reservation, silly silly nervousness. Dim lighting and old signs and a boat on the wall and in the main hall. A real axe and pick, old and carved and worked with, above the kitchen doors. It's all lovely and peaceful and authentic as a pub should be. Even our waitress last time had a most wonderful Irish accent!
Does beef and Guinness pie sound good to you?
My little cupcakes from earlier are icey iced and have little rainbow sprinkles on top for looking pretty and tasting yummy. Little vanilla cupcakes with vanilla butter frosting for later, with tea and chatting.
Ooo look, birdies.
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