Felted

It took about four cycles in hot water, with a little detergent and the pair of "felting" jeans, but LC's tea set is felted, firmer, and I think, more playable.  It could probably use a shave.  It's quite fuzzy, but fuzzy's not always a bad thing.  The teapot lid didn't shrink as much as the rest of the pot but, hey, it's for a toddler, they're not such harsh judges.  Check out yesterday's post for the pre-felting photo for comparison.

The sky was clear and pale yellow when I got up this morning.  I never get tired of this view.  (Isn't that crazy?  By no stretch of the imagination would you call what I see from my patio door a view--there's a raw wood fence, office building roofs, and dumpsters out there, but early in the morning when all that stuff is in silhouette and it's just sky, light, and trees it's pretty darned good.)

Last night I baked some chicken drumsticks for supper and I finally made potato & carrot pockets like Lala cooked over the fire when she was camping and I joined her for supper.  We got a bag of baby red potatoes at the grocery, I used all dozen baby carrots left from an abortive soup attempt earlier yesterday, snipped parsley and thyme from the garden.  I heaped the veggies into two layers of heavy duty foil, dumped the herbs over top, sprinkled on the tiniest pinch of kosher salt, put in a teaspoon of coconut oil, and baked it alongside the chicken.  Yum.  I'll be making the same thing again tonight to go with the other 2 drumsticks, only I might add a few onions and another carrot.  Thanks for the idea, Lala, I'm sorry it took me so long to make again. 

October 11--Turnbull/Boudreau, Vermont Farm.  Vines had grown over the fence wires making them look like they were floating.  Macy thought that the old posts leaning every which way looked picturesque but they probably wouldn't keep a lamb from getting out.  She patted the pockets of her canvas barn coat looking for the list of repairs the place needed.  The list was long, frighteningly long, expensively long.  She didn't know where she'd get the money.

There's a home Packer game today.  That means that from now until kickoff and then from the end of the game for an hour and a half or so we're virtual prisoners here.  Well, there's no way I can go to the grocery at Copps or over to a fabric store or book store.  The stadium's between me and all that stuff and I am not willing to brave the football fans to get anywhere.  I think I'll go play with the fabric I have.  Seeyabye.
--Barbara