Too many issues
Antagonists and victims
Its time to go home
Be festive and have a great weekend!
Be festive and have a great weekend!
Voice deep and mellifluous
Now only in dreams
Happy Birthday Pops…
So I’ve been stalking Craftsy. A relatively new site that offers an increasingly broad array of online crafts coursework. There are sewing classes, quilting, knitting, crochet, beadwork, and several others-all taught by prominent artists within their field. They frequently offer discounted deals on classes they’re introducing or highlighting. I’ve considered several, but didn’t bite the bullet until they posted Jennifer Hansen’s Tunisian Crochet.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t even know I wanted to learn Tunisian. And yet I found myself clicking to purchase. Go figure. There have been a lot of cute Tunisian projects in magazines lately. And I’m pretty excited to be trying a new learning medium. Is that geeky? Yes, it’s pretty geeky. I’m cool with that.
Part of the sales hook for Craftsy is that once you’ve purchased the class, you can take it as many times as you want, whenever you want. There are several projects of increasing complexity for coursework, and my plan is to post my progress as well as feedback on the class and curriculum.
So now I’m going to dig my afghan hook out of what will probably be the last giant tupperware tub in the far corner of my storage area. I’m going to make a very icy bourbon and coke (because it’s Friday night, I’m a grown up and I can). Then I’m going to sneak away and leave my husband entertaining my six year old and his buddy during their first big sleepover, and begin my class! Yes, I know. It’s wrong on so many levels. To tell the truth, if I find the stinking hook, I’ll be ahead of the game.
Have a great weekend!
I love the Hogwarts’s four, but the group just cried out for a little more diversity! Enter Bella. Our new three month old Golden Laced Wyandotte.
In my mind, she’s three months old-they’re about three and a half months old… I figured after a short quarantine period, I’d easily be able to introduce her to flock. I fully expected the whole “pecking order” thing. I didn’t, however, expect Hermione to freak out and hammer Bella’s head like she was a snake or something. Lesson learned. I quickly extracted Bella and she now resides in our recently launched chicken tractor. At least until she catches up on the chicken growth chart. But here’s the deal. She looked so little and lonely in the tractor all by herself. Not to mention, the Hogwart’s Four kept staring at her in a relatively hostile way.
Enter Buffy, the Buff Orpington.
Bella is actually Bellatrix LeStrange, the whacked out witch from Harry Potter. I love the name Bellatrix, but my daughter argued, “Mom, this is a sweet chicken! Not an evil witch chicken.” I told her she had a point, but what can I say, I like the name Bellatrix, Bellatrix LaStrange? I think it’s an awesome name for a chicken. She thought about it and said, “Well, i guess Bellatrix was actually kind of pretty in a really freaky way…” We were still mid-debate on Bella’s name when we brought our little Buff Orpington home. I knew immediately what her name had to be. There could be no other name for this one. It had to be Buffy the Buff Orpington. Buffy, named in honor of that bombshell demon killer, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That’s it! We all agreed. Buffy and Bella. Bella and Buffy. Right about this time, my husband walked in and said, “What? Now we have a group of vampire themed chickens?” No honey, it’s just a happy accident. Chicken destiny….rock on….
I knew from the beginning that I wanted a chicken tractor for my hens. The coop is awesome, but I feel like they need to be able to stretch their legs, and free-ranging just isn’t a good option for us right now. I also knew that my chicken endeavors are just that, my chicken endeavors. The spouse has not been an active participant. He’s a darn good listener, but he has granted me lots of space on starting our little flock.
Imagine my amazement when he willingly took on the project of tractor construction! And finished it!
He even managed to involve the male offspring (girl child wasn’t having it).
Of course, it could be that one of the fellas helped more than the other.
I’m not naming names mind you…I’m just saying…
So this will be our mobile coop-our chicken RV, if you will. We can position the tractor strategically, moving at frequent intervals (1 to 2 days depending on how many occupants), and those little rascals will eat bugs, pull weeds, and fertilize our pitiful, pitiful backyard. Score!