Catching Up with Photos

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Yep so here it is May. 

And I barely wrote a word last month.
Well that's not entirely true.

I started teaching again and that meant two adjusted scripts to write, and I'm working on a new Murder Mystery for THIS:Murder on the Train . AND...we had a new addition to our family and she needed a lot of loving care. 

I also got very, very sick; some sort of bronchial thang that really knocked me out.

And sometimes....I don't know about you...but sometimes, I just don't have *it* to write. Ya know?

And then, it was so long since I'd blogged - I was a bit overwhelmed, like, where to start...!?!?

So... A Picture is worth a Thousand Words so.....here we go.

 Mr J was feeding a feral cat colony all winter. We managed to trap most of them.

This is a VERY pregnant Jumper.

Two days after succesfully trapping her; FOUR babies!

This is Zazi. We were fostering her, socializing her, so she'd be ready to be adopted.

She was so very tiny. She's about 6 months old.

Three weeks of playing, and reassuring her in the bathroom.

There was much playing of string. She was my total focus; and Mr. J was a saint for dealing with a messy house!

Wasn't too sure about the RC mouse.

In just a month and a half with us; she's grown twice her size and has completely taken over our house.

A new addition meant trips to the vet for all. Vamp and Mikie were not impressed.

 They got over it. Laugh.

 A surprise snowstorm in April, and NEW patio sliding doors!

Some outdoor fabric options

April 10th is my birthday, and I made cake!

Celebrating with my FAV sparkling wine. "Sofia". Yummmmmmmmmmmmmy.

And there was Cherry Coke and Ketchup Chips!

Mr. J gave my a wonderful present...the Ninja blender I've ben coveting for months!

It's getting a lot of use.

Starting cleaning up, really cleaning out my sewing space. Some vintage stuff to go on my Etsy shop.

Working on some childrens' costumes for my Etsy shop.

Getting the garden ready; and we needed some birdhouses!

FINALLY made one of my Mary Maxim cowl patterns. Love how it turned out.

Couldn't find a dress I liked in stores anywhere. Decided to design and make my own!

Pattern drafting

Fabric thoughts

Muslin pattern mock up

First fitting of dress!

I was laid low with a serious bronchial chesty thing. So I cleaned the sewing room.

Really cleaned. Oops! Looks like I left Muffin plugged in. LOL

All the fabric sorted by colour and notions all neatly stashed.

It started to get warmer!

The back shade garden started coming alive.

The front yard has some serious damage from salting the sidewalks. But the new tulips came up!

Birdhouses are out!

Visiting with my Mom !

Had a fun girls' night doing the Paint Nite thing.

I did this! And it was so easy!

There were lots and lots of donuts for Mother's Day weekend

......................and.....I'm planning my WEDDING!!!! WOOT!

Less than six months!

So there's that. Lots went on.

And I'm back to sewing and making messess; I'll keep updating more often, I promise!!!!

Spring (!!!) Cleaning

It started snowing overnight....yesterday it was plus 8!!

Today.... cold and it's snowed alllllll day.

So, THIS happened outside. It didn't stop until oh, 7pm.

SO, since I was snowed in, I decided to finally, FINALLY attack my Sewing Room of Doom.

Since I moved in back in May, I haven't really had time to git in here and go thru stuff. Like, the filing cabinet. And um, bins and bins of fabric.

I'm so embarrassed by how much of an explosion I created I couldn't even post photos. Nope. Nuh-uh.

When it's cleaner, hopefully this week, there shall be photos.

From the Past: Saturday, July 15, 2006

Saturday, July 15, 2006 

Overwhelmed Current mood:stunned into activity ever feel like there is just so much to do that you just have to take a nap?? i'm overwhelmed. do i take too much on? i dunno. because if i don't do it, who will? sometimes i feel like i am the only sane one in my family, and for those of you that know me; that's saying a lot. there are costumes to be sewed, in a pile of cut out pieces mocking me as i desperately try to clean the living room by piling everything in the office. the laundry skulks around the upstairs landing and connives with the dustbunnies under the second landing's shelves. the dishes simply multiply with the abandon of bunny rabbits, and the cats shed and meow for their dinner. my mum calls for help; my brother has fully embraced his newfound freedom by racking up a massive visa bill & a new gay boyfriend. no suprise really, and i'm glad he's finally come out. now at least i don't have to humour him by listening to cher 56 times while i visit. i listen to her woes until she turns to how evil my dad is, no kidding, and so i zone out as she rambles by working on some new lyrics to some songs. then i immediately feel guilty for not listening and try to help her focus. which only depresses me more. i hang up eventually. it's only been 3 hours. that's what you do with parents, right? don't get me wrong. i love my mother. but there are songs to be written; the music dances on the page and the microphone lies quietly next to the computer monitor; which balefully glares back at me as it defrags. apparently you can't run 47 programs at once. who knew. i look out the window. the garden cries out for help; the weeds have taken over and are holding the tomatoes ransom. the cabbages tried to rally but the brussel sprouts are holding them back (they're late bloomers). the oregano teases the lavender, who simply wilts and waits for the catnip to take over. the raspberry canes have invaded the cucumbers and honestly; the cukes will just have to fend for themselves. i'm too busy trying to unravel the clothesline from the climbing tea roses that have decided to set the world record for most highest tangled clump ever. the raccoons that live in the garage have decided they don't like me only feeding them catfood and stale bread and so ripped off one eavestrough in protest. you know your howse looks like white trash po'folks live there when uncalled for a repairman comes up to you as you are trying to lug 3 recylcing containers to the curb in heels and a suit and he offers you his card 'just in case'. when i try to do the dishes a cloud of fruitflies  mushrooms up and freaks me out. i drop a dish and it shatters - i look for the broom but it has ducked out of sight; i can hear it snickering with the dustpan at my ineptitude at trying to shuffle the pieces of the plate onto a hunk of cardboard with another hunk of cardboard. traitors. i load the behemoth of a dishwasher that will take 4 hours to do a load and chug an extra $35 dollars (per load) onto my hydro bill.  i really hate doing dished; honestly if i could pay the next door neighbour's kid to do it i would. my desk is a pile of papers and tax receipts; somewhere there is a stapler quietly mourning its' lack of staples - they are now living with the paperclips in bizarre conjugal harmony on my sewing table. which is covered by mounds of costumes, waiting to be sewn, in a pile of cut out pieces mocking me .....