I’m setting aside time in the morning before I have to head out to The Land of Lunch for creative time. This morning I had an errand to run so got a bit of a late start.
The “mashed potatoes” are still drying on the Queen of the Cafeteria Ladies crown. I put it into a much warmer room. Lairs are typically kept cold & clammy to discourage unwanted visitors. Discouraging visitors hasn’t worked so why should I suffer with a clammy Lair? Due to the way the wind likes to blow across the empty farm field, it can & does get a wee bit chilly.
Soooooo, I added some Apoxie Sculpt to even out the space between the two gourds on the Gourd Trouble doll. I’ll work on the upper legs & arms & hands next which will be made from cloth. I have enough knowledge with a sewing machine to be dangerous & turn the air a lovely shade of blue with all my swearing when things go awry.
I finished the tiny urn I made out of a gourd for my beloved Tortie Pants. She passed at the beginning of the year & was a special girl. She left a big hole. Luckily I live with four other feline furry ones who (except for the Daemoness, the other Tortie meat who has a full-blown case of Tortitude) help smooth the edges of the hole she left. I have to figure out where to scatter the rest of her ashes when I move some into the urn. She wasn’t an outdoor cat but would like to sit on the front steps or on the concrete walkway. Both of those are not conducive for ash scattering with two doggos running about in the yard. I may place her with Dude Dog who we buried where he can see & run in the farm field behind us. It’s a little further out in the yard than she cared to go so I’m still undecided about it.
When I was asking for volunteers for my Gourd Trouble doll, I found these two who said, “Hey! Look at us!”. I’m not sure who they will turn into yet, but they wanted to be on the table at the ready. I learned long ago not to argue with a gourd. I always end up on the losing end of the argument.
This might not seem creative, but it is part of the process. I found more volunteers for dolls (one of whom will ultimately become my Gourd Trouble). They had to get baths & then dry clean & nekkid in the sun. Gosh, I wish I could dry clean & nekkid in the sun. Too bad the folks driving down the turnpike would not be able to unsee such a sight, it’s frowned upon in these parts & the weather is chilly. Sigh.
And finally, I thought it would be fun to show you the crop of gourds I grew this year. I have some warty ones that, well, those were not the seeds I ordered. I’m letting them dry on the vine this year. I don’t have a good spot to store them. The spot that would work turned out to be a bad spot because the field mice had a heyday chewing on the last batch I tried. Who knew?! It’s been YEARS since I’ve grown gourds. The mail person finds them fascinating, so even if it’s a big fail, I have entertained someone.
That’s all from the Flatlands of NW Ohio today! I hope you voted (if you’re in the US of A) & have a great evening!