In The Mood

It's starting to look a little Christmasy around here.



That's December's handmade, very soon to be on it's way to Jane. Once it's mobile I'll show what it looks like full frontal, as it were.

Last week I received another ambermoggie creation in the post.



Her name is Bastet and she is the Egyptian guardian goddess of cats, also known to be a house guardian. She likes to spin negatives aspects into positives ones. Hmmm...I've been doing exactly the opposite of that lately, so I think she's going to be just the influence I need.



Here she is next to Coventina. I adore these little dolls. I've always liked faceless dolls, so easy-going and non-judgemental. I'm going to have to add some more of these little lovelies to my household, two is definitely not enough

I don't have much in the way of knitting to show you today, in fact, I've almost completely lost my will to knit lately. I always get to feeling just a tad overwhelmed before Christmas - I don't think I'm alone in that.

Here's a couple of shots of the dogs.

Gus doing his best imitation of a gargoyle from the top of the stairs,



and here's Whimsy, pretending to ignore him at the bottom of the stairs.

Happy Birthday Gus Gus

Happy Birthday Gus Gus!

Mmmm, cookies, and toys too,



and what's that you're making Mummy?



Is it a cake? Is it? Is it?



oooooo, is that for me!!!!



You didn't put almonds on all of it. Is that because almonds make Whimsy sick and I have to share with her?



Well, alright, since I'm a gentleman.

Going to the Dogs and Rabbit

I thought I should introduce the dogs in my life.




This is Whimsy, my daughter's dog. She is five pounds of whirling fury (the dog, not my daughter). She is a miniature Shih Tzu and will turn two on September 13 of this year. Whimsy likes to pursue our larger dog endlessly, biting his elbows and ears.






Suffering all the abuse is Gus Gus. He is a two and a half year old border terrier. We had to wait nearly two years for him (we got him from a very reputable breeder who doesn't over-breed her females). He is a bit dim for a border, but very sweet tempered and litter-perfect, except for a little white patch on his chest.

My husband remarked on how Whimsy looked quite majestic and Gus looked terribly intelligent in these shots I took the other day. Don't be fooled, there was a reason it took ages to get these snaps of them.

Gus is looking out the living-room window at our neighbour as he works in his front garden.

I made a little felt Gus Gus from the book "Making Fairy-Tale Wool Animals" by Angelika Wolk-Gerche.





Can you see his wee tongue?




We also have a rabbit named Pippin, he just turned four, and I have to say, he is one of the most vicious creatures I have ever cared for. Gus adores him and tries and tries to make friends, but Pip just lunges at him and threatens to gouge out his eyes. I find Pippin quite difficult to photograph. This was the best I could do.



His colours remind me of the horse in the Hidalgo film. I adopted him at four weeks old because he was very beautiful. Lesson learned. The woman I bought him from sells, not only pet rabbits, but rabbit meat and rabbit skins. As tempting as it was to return him, I knew what fate had waiting for him, so opted to keep him.

He really is beautiful and its important to focus on his positive attributes (before I have him turned into a hat and a pie).