I've literally been out of the house only once since my trip to Emergency about my back. But I've been cooking real food for supper meals, which is good.
Maybe pizza isn't the best example of "real food" . . . but it's the only meal I thought to take a picture of
I worked on a few craft items that I can do while standing, because standing was more comfortable than sitting for quite a few days there, plus I have the chance to enter a couple more sales.
I don't make the vases, just the flowers. They are made with florist wire and buttons. I'm trying to decide if I need to make more flowers or if I'm just as bad at arranging fake flowers as I am real flowers, which is quite awful, really.
More of the same. These are fantasy flowers, so I can make them any colour I want. At least that's what I tell myself.
Vases still waiting for flowers. I admit that I have a thing for vases. And there are several of these I'd like to keep. All of them were bought at thrift stores, top price was $2, cheapest was 50 cents.
Maybe we should get the rest of the craft pictures out of the way while we're at it.
Draft blockers! Pictures requested by Joey! I'd already sold a couple before I remembered to take a picture. I sew the casings, which are fully lined, and stuff them with sliced-up fabric from worn out and out-of-style clothing.
And more things made with buttons:
. . . and empty wooden thread spools, bits of old Christmas cards, and (I confess) new beads and lace . . .
Closer, but somehow not all that much clearer . . .
Ho Ho Ho!
Christmas trees for your Christmas tree . . . what the? . . . but people buy them
One last picture, not craft-related! Our cats have been helping me stay mobile and limber as my pain retreats. They've both missed the litter box (which they never do otherwise) and they've both regurgitated their kibble at least twice each. I inch my way to my knees to clean up, and they peer over my shoulder to make sure I'm doing a good job. Then they wander off, apparently satisfied, to find a clean piece of upholstered furniture to sleep on. Meanwhile, I haul myself up using the nearest solid object. Not a cat. Some other solid object. It's a new form of physio, folks!
Not our cat, but the look is familiar. The look says, "You're a bit slow today, human. I hope there won't be any delays in getting my supper." Oh, they care; it's just buried really deeply inside :)
(photo from icanhas.cheezburger.com)
Hope you have a good weekend, folks, with lots of good eating, buttons to hold your clothes together, and pets who care :)