Lumpy Viking

Rob's cat Cwnn is lying on top of my fold-out cutting board, under the gray wool that is the next, and final pair of Viking trousers for a friend (seven pair). She is taking exception at moving out of the way.

mmm....she's not bigger than I am, but she is one big solid lump of cat and determined to remain.

My cat Boots would just reluctantly move out of the way and then when my back is turned would hop right back up and sit in the middle of the fabric and look adorable (he is very lovable). Cwnn lets me know immediately she's not budging by reaching out and sounding an obviously irritated don't-mess-with-me protest "meaaaaooow"

me: I'm sorry your pants are a bit distorted, but I couldn't help it.
friend: well, that's okay, I can make do.
me: breathes a sigh of relief!
friend: But do you think the next pair could be made by the pattern?

Twelfth Night Celebration

Lady Emy and I went to a Twelfth Night Celebration yesterday. We had a delightful time renewing old friendships and making new ones. And over the course of two hours became totally stuffed on a fine five remove feast.

Emy has done a wonderful job of transforming this RL re-enactment event into an SL role play occurrence for her fae. The Twelfth Night Celebration and The Twelfth Night Feast

She lamented that there was nothing that attracted her on the merchants tables. I, on the other hand, was quite delighted to see Lady Marion with her vast array of silk threads and fine linen spools. I purchased a gold silk for couching and a red and dark blue linen for tablet weaving. Immediately upon strolling up, Marion mentioned that she has been requested to be head cook for an upcoming event and solicited me to aid her.