From Saturday.

First I got arty, then I got crafty (felted slippers for the lovely hometime), and between those two points we went out for a drive.

( The Promised LJ-Cut )

As scarily avid readers may recall, I bought a beginner's hobby electronics kit a while back to see if it was fun. I'll be honest, it didn't really catch my imagination. (Of course, this doesn't mean it never will, just that it hasn't yet.)

The first project is all I've done thus far. It's a continuity indicator, which is a little thingy for testing whether the various components you've got lying about the place actually work properly. If they do, a little light lights up.

No doubt it's a handy thing to have if you play with electronics a lot, but I think as a newcomer my enthusiasm would have been better encouraged with a DIYCylon Jack O'Lantern, although I admit this might not be a beginner's project. (Especially since I'd want to improvise and make a Cylon Santa, since we don't do Hallowe'en round here. (In fact, we don't really do Christmas in a big way here either - but that's more of a sulky rebellion than anything, so a Cylon Santa at the door would be quite a la mode chez nous.)

But having said that, I was truly delighted today when tenbears wandered in to ask where it was, then wandered out again to where he was playing with sacred_chao, and sacred_chao used my continuity indicator to check the components of the car stereo!

Go me, and my useful hobby electronics kit!

In which I am amazed. This is Sacred_Chao pulling out the car stereo for the fiddling. My thingy is that blue thing next to it.

That little red thing is an LED. It has actually lit up, which shows that the thingy that this thingy was testing does actually work. Gosh.

Maybe I will continue, clearly I have a gift.

Jam jars from the back of the fridge. Soon they'll hit puberty.

I've now chucked them out.

When you lose loved ones, there are some things you should throw out before you've even had a chance to think. Otherwise it just gets too damn hard. Trust me on this.

Start with the homemade jam.

More pathos, anybody?

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Tomorrow, with a bit of luck, it's boobies! I promise an lj-cut and no nipples.

These are from the weekend, but I got all distracted by the brothel and the facelips thing.

It's all the planning. Someone described one of my previous domestic interiors as looking like something from a magazine. While I could take this as a great compliment to my compositional skills, I now feel vaguely fraudulent and feel I should 'fess up.

( Yet more! )

Alas I dropped the ball for a couple of days this week, but here are today's piccies.

Local magpie. S/he sings to me regularly, especially at this time of year. I don't feed it often, but it does understand the concept and comes straight down when I whistle and put something on the front gate post.

( Two more )

Brothel Signage. While I can see that there's a slight bend in the middle and two slight bumps on the right, they do not convince me. Consider the length (they aren't pursed at all), the subtlety of the 'facial' bits, the lack of the implication of kissing that one usually expects with a lips based logo. Tilt your head and look at them sideways. These are definitely lips but not, as it were, FACElips. The fact that they're vertical with the brothel name down the middle really doesn't help.

So:

Poll #1472745 Facelips or not?
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 27

Are these facelips or not facelips?

Facelips. Good word?

For yesterday and today.

Another view from the couch.

A close up view from the couch!

Remembering To Look. Mum gave this to me many, many years ago. She'd bought it in Hungary and it's been sitting on my chest of drawers, as a runner, for years. The good thing about doing A Photo A Day(ish) is that it's making me pay attention. As I was heading off to bed last night I stared at this beautiful pattern and realised I'd not properly appreciated either the pattern, the gift, or the history of the piece for a very long time.

Remembering To Look 2.

And in other news, the other day I was bemoaning someone who had failed to send me payment for some yarn I'd sent her (not as a formal sale through a sale site, just as a goodwill gesture to a fellow knitter - so it was my feelings that were hurt, not my wallet). I'm happy to say the money turned up today, so it seems she was just a tad disorganised.

My faith in humanity is not only restored but - since she *also* sent me five dollars more than we agreed on - somewhat improved. Improved enough that I decided to up the ante by donating it (plus five more dollars) to The Hamlin Fistula Relief and Aid Fund.

Pot.

Lilac. And at this point, I really wish I knew how to do more than 'point and shoot'. The actual colour of this is a magenta, almost burgundy, but as yet I don't know enough about my camera to get it to cooperate.

My 'cut and come again' garden. This little patch, overlaid with chicken wire to keep the birds out, contains assorted non-lettuce salad greens, a few little parsley plants, radish and such. It's also where I'm keeping my little guavas for the time being - it's kind of little plant nursery as well.

I do have a picture of me getting an infusion at the hospital today, but still can't get photos to jump from my phone to Dave. But it was a close-up of my hand with a drip attached, so consider yourselves lucky.

View From The Couch, About 7PM

Toadstools

First ever non-blurry shot of Tiger aka Fuzzychops aka Ratbane aka OutsideCat Admittedly she's looking rather worried.