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Jan. 5th, 2012
Sewing! Cat :(
Jan. 5th, 2012 11:12 pmI heaved furniture around today and ended up with a sewing space in the spare room. The sewing machine can be set up and plugged in, ready to use (if I work out how to thread it and so on again, mind you) and Rob has brought the haberdashery box down from its home 8 feet high and it's now on the floor near the machine. I need to get rid of my left-handed shears.
But the mending, the thread, the scissors and the sewing machine are all in one small space. This situation has Potential.
Emer loves sewing. I found a pincushion she made, and she sewed a fingerpuppet to a black bit of felt so that it could be a ghost. If we have a sewing place she might get really into it. Linnea's not so keen; she sews when she needs it for something else, but not for its own sake. More like me, then.
Cat: one of our cats has nasty patches above her eyes. Yesterday she had half a dozen tiny scabs in one eyebrow, and a baldy bit. Today that eyebrow has another big scab as well, and the other eye has a scattering of tiny ones and a baldy bit. We're going to take her to a vet as soon as we can; it's a bit tricky with the children because the cat and Astrid both need to go in the buggy up the big hill. It might be a Saturday thing. I'm trying to decide if it's mange (so we'll all have it and itch for EVER) or a brain tumour (so we'll spend all our savings and remortgage and then she'll die horribly anyway). At least with the NHS we don't have to make these decisions about human people.
I'm kind of glad I got such emotional distance from the cats after the PTSD. All I have for them now is responsibility, which isn't the same as an emotional tie. Poor ole cats.
But the mending, the thread, the scissors and the sewing machine are all in one small space. This situation has Potential.
Emer loves sewing. I found a pincushion she made, and she sewed a fingerpuppet to a black bit of felt so that it could be a ghost. If we have a sewing place she might get really into it. Linnea's not so keen; she sews when she needs it for something else, but not for its own sake. More like me, then.
Cat: one of our cats has nasty patches above her eyes. Yesterday she had half a dozen tiny scabs in one eyebrow, and a baldy bit. Today that eyebrow has another big scab as well, and the other eye has a scattering of tiny ones and a baldy bit. We're going to take her to a vet as soon as we can; it's a bit tricky with the children because the cat and Astrid both need to go in the buggy up the big hill. It might be a Saturday thing. I'm trying to decide if it's mange (so we'll all have it and itch for EVER) or a brain tumour (so we'll spend all our savings and remortgage and then she'll die horribly anyway). At least with the NHS we don't have to make these decisions about human people.
I'm kind of glad I got such emotional distance from the cats after the PTSD. All I have for them now is responsibility, which isn't the same as an emotional tie. Poor ole cats.