Pixel 🏳️‍⚧️

@pixel39.bsky.social

Medievalist, painter, sewist, cook, occasional musician, nerd. Inveterate crafter. Genderqueer/genderfluid. Not quite a crazy cat person, but not for lack of trying. They/them.

I am at the "wash the surfaces to be painted with sugar soap" stage of the bedroom painting project. I am, however, sitting on the couch with the Kugelprinzessin. This is not getting the washing done. The Kugelprinzessin is unapologetic. Because tortie.

There was a plan for today - I achieved exactly two things. And incurred another one for tomorrow. Bah. I did get the panel that will be sleeves cut, and the piece for the collar and cuffs and underarm gussets. Sadly, that was only one item on the list.

Client: "This report is broken, it has always been broken! Fix it!" Me: *investigates* Nope, not broken. Excessively stupid, but not technically broken. I am frankly amazed at the depth of the stupid on this one, honestly. <sigh>

Judging from the number of volunteer tomatillos in my garden, someone local is either growing them or put some on a compost pile that is accessible to critters. They grow really well in the mulch, and there are a lot. I am torn between pulling them and leaving them for the bees.

I have planted the blue indigo, 3 of the 4 echinacea, murderated some dandelions, weeds, and other miscellaneous things* that do not belong in my garden, filled the birdbaths, and watered the plants that need extra water. *mostly elm seedlings and a volunteer tomato.

Realistically I need to do some tweaking to the shirt - a full bust adjustment at minimum - but the Time Of The Garden* is winding down so in theory I will have more inside time to spend in the sewing room. *I have a lovely garden, and it's still nice to sit outside and enjoy the green.

Yesterday I went and bought plants. So today we went birding, naturally. A good variety of raptors - the vultures are migrating, plus two separate pairs of eagles, two northern harriers, and a couple of red tailed hawks. And about a million billion red winged blackbirds.

I had a mighty craving for posole so I ordered real Mexican food for gringos (as opposed to gringo tex-mex, which #2 will eat) and I ate outside until I realized that I needed to go back in before I was trapped by industrious orb weavers.

It is a lovely afternoon, and I am inside cuddling the Kugelprinzessin, because demanding tortie. I would love to take her outside and cuddle in the gazebra but she Does Not Go Outside, for Reasons. On the one hand, she never tries to sneak out. OTOH, a trip to the vet is VERY stressful.