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wings for a bear
Apr. 8th, 2019 04:12 pmI was commissioned by Farmkid to make wings to go on one of her stuffed bears. I did this, and found the correct fabric, and shaped them, and hand-sewed them with some fabric in the middle for interfacing, and got them finished today, and the very first thing she did was get a pair of scissors and try to cut them into a different shape, which would have structurally destroyed them. *hands* well, I had been about to spend a bunch more time refining the structure, and then said, "No, I am not going to exquisitely-finish these, she is five", so if she gets out the scissors again (she was not persuaded that it would destroy them) then it's only an hour or so wasted, and fabric I found, so.
I am averaging under 500 words a day on any writing projects, not for want of ideas but because of lack of time. This is normal, for the farm, but. A brutal reminder of how writing and the farm are pretty much incompatible.
( assorted farm things )
OH yesterday we made Chita a birthday cake, and the whole point was that we were going to video chat with Dude and the cat so we could sing to her, and I texted him about it all day, but when it came time for dinner, he was unresponsive. I tried calling, I texted four or five times over the course of more than an hour, and then finally it was past bedtime so we had to give up. I recorded the singing and blowing out of candles and put it on Instagram live.
Dude was not super contrite; he'd left his phone in the kitchen and then sat on the back porch all evening, and apparently all the times I'd said we were going to video chat with him hadn't... registered in his mind that he'd have to participate, for that to happen? IDK, I'm sort of resigned, but it was sad.
Anyway, here's the cake we made her:
100% Farmsister's art direction and execution there. (What we did: a cake based on a recipe beginning with creamed butter, since that was likely to be less crumbly baked in two 8" square cake pans, well-greased, turned out and left to cool overnight, then cut into shape with a sharp knife after we practiced on paper to get the shapes; a buttercream icing thinned with milk as a crumb coat and then another layer to cover. Not a lot of attention paid to the sides, which were the crumbiest of all-- the points of the paws were not structurally-sound so we just handled them as little as possible.)
I am averaging under 500 words a day on any writing projects, not for want of ideas but because of lack of time. This is normal, for the farm, but. A brutal reminder of how writing and the farm are pretty much incompatible.
( assorted farm things )
OH yesterday we made Chita a birthday cake, and the whole point was that we were going to video chat with Dude and the cat so we could sing to her, and I texted him about it all day, but when it came time for dinner, he was unresponsive. I tried calling, I texted four or five times over the course of more than an hour, and then finally it was past bedtime so we had to give up. I recorded the singing and blowing out of candles and put it on Instagram live.
Dude was not super contrite; he'd left his phone in the kitchen and then sat on the back porch all evening, and apparently all the times I'd said we were going to video chat with him hadn't... registered in his mind that he'd have to participate, for that to happen? IDK, I'm sort of resigned, but it was sad.
Anyway, here's the cake we made her:
100% Farmsister's art direction and execution there. (What we did: a cake based on a recipe beginning with creamed butter, since that was likely to be less crumbly baked in two 8" square cake pans, well-greased, turned out and left to cool overnight, then cut into shape with a sharp knife after we practiced on paper to get the shapes; a buttercream icing thinned with milk as a crumb coat and then another layer to cover. Not a lot of attention paid to the sides, which were the crumbiest of all-- the points of the paws were not structurally-sound so we just handled them as little as possible.)
