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Well, my poor fingers are veeery sore, but I have a seriously neato pair of boots more than half done. I love leather. He knows it, too. He gave me a peasant vest out of it. Ah, but we're not discussing him.
David has a huge box full of all inds of outworn leather coats, skirts, vests, pants, everything, and some just pieces of leather that you can't even tell what it was before. So he and I designed a pair of cool boots out of the sleeves of a dead coat and some pieces of a dead vest, and they're gonna kick serious whatever (hey, they're boots, they can kick whatecer I want 'em to) when I finish them. But first my fingers have to recover. Sewing leather is serious work. I doubt I can get them done before I leave for NYC on Tuesday afternoon, but once they are done, I doubt I'll wear any other shoes very often. They're gonna have drawstring tops, just below the knee, and pliable leather soles that let me feel what I'm walking on, a separate patch on top of the toe (very classy-looking), and a little strip across the front for the vertical connection to the sole (also very classy-looking). I'm so excited. And I also have a couple pieces of maroonish-eggplant leather to make the shirt Ally designed on her Lady of the Forest picture. I'm hoping I'll be more practiced by then... my fingers hurt. At least it's the fingers on my right hand, which I don't have to use for playing.
There's nothing like a little light manual labor next to a blazing fireplace. Even in the daytime. Grandjo's house is pretty darn comfy. She has multitudes of afghans and quilts (she's getting rid of yarn, so she just crochets it all into super-thick super-warm blanket-type thingies). And David for company; it's very strange, but sooo nice (he's been gone in Europe and Africa for at least six months). What kind of feline am I, taking so much pleasure in family? And friends, too. Most felines don't have friends. Especially not canine and avian ones. I'm beginning to wonder. But I love these boots. I just can't finish them, because my fingers are so sore. I'm stuffed, too.... cheesy eggs and hamburger and chili... no jerky, though. Cheese for all! Drowning in cheddar... Reminds me of something that happened with my few friends.
Ah, friends. What an odd concept. People about whoom I actually care. Fervently. I have a vague idea of what this new (to me) secret Ally's hoarding might be, but if she feels I'm worthy to know, she'll tell me. Nia's the best for confidante, I know that much, but I can keep a sacred silence if need be. Oh well. She'll tell me if she wants me to know.
David has a huge box full of all inds of outworn leather coats, skirts, vests, pants, everything, and some just pieces of leather that you can't even tell what it was before. So he and I designed a pair of cool boots out of the sleeves of a dead coat and some pieces of a dead vest, and they're gonna kick serious whatever (hey, they're boots, they can kick whatecer I want 'em to) when I finish them. But first my fingers have to recover. Sewing leather is serious work. I doubt I can get them done before I leave for NYC on Tuesday afternoon, but once they are done, I doubt I'll wear any other shoes very often. They're gonna have drawstring tops, just below the knee, and pliable leather soles that let me feel what I'm walking on, a separate patch on top of the toe (very classy-looking), and a little strip across the front for the vertical connection to the sole (also very classy-looking). I'm so excited. And I also have a couple pieces of maroonish-eggplant leather to make the shirt Ally designed on her Lady of the Forest picture. I'm hoping I'll be more practiced by then... my fingers hurt. At least it's the fingers on my right hand, which I don't have to use for playing.
There's nothing like a little light manual labor next to a blazing fireplace. Even in the daytime. Grandjo's house is pretty darn comfy. She has multitudes of afghans and quilts (she's getting rid of yarn, so she just crochets it all into super-thick super-warm blanket-type thingies). And David for company; it's very strange, but sooo nice (he's been gone in Europe and Africa for at least six months). What kind of feline am I, taking so much pleasure in family? And friends, too. Most felines don't have friends. Especially not canine and avian ones. I'm beginning to wonder. But I love these boots. I just can't finish them, because my fingers are so sore. I'm stuffed, too.... cheesy eggs and hamburger and chili... no jerky, though. Cheese for all! Drowning in cheddar... Reminds me of something that happened with my few friends.
Ah, friends. What an odd concept. People about whoom I actually care. Fervently. I have a vague idea of what this new (to me) secret Ally's hoarding might be, but if she feels I'm worthy to know, she'll tell me. Nia's the best for confidante, I know that much, but I can keep a sacred silence if need be. Oh well. She'll tell me if she wants me to know.
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And maybe I'll tell you... but not yet. E-mail me, and I'll be more likely to. Maybe maybe... *wolfy grin* I want a candy cane. *sigh* Oh well... ~Niara
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