Such a dazzling coat of many colors
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I am combining this weeks post because Nannygoat said rules are made to be broken, especially if they aren’t really rules they are just guidelines. Or something like that.
Does anyone remember the Share A Square Program? When I took on the supposedly simple task of joining together 48 squares of love and hope into one heartwarming afghan for kid’s with cancer attending CAMP SANGUINITY? I have promised to finish oh so many times on here haven’t I?
Voila:
Now you are saying to yourself, how is this a Self Portrait? Well, let me tell you. This blanket is not just 48 strangers who cared enough and one crazy old lady who pieced it altogether. It is me. It is my work, sweat and tears. The day we were evacuated during the fires we had only minutes to get out. I prioritized: #1-Kids, #2-Dogs, #3-Afghan squares. Seriously. That was how I threw packed stuff into the van. Well, hubs too somewhere in there. The poor squares got a beat down traveling in my circus and before I could join them all together I had to remove each tag, wash away the smoke and ash from the fires and re-tag them. Then, you know, other life stuff got in the way. But it’s done now. And it is a mighty beautiful work of art we all created, isn’t it?
Busy As A Bee and photohunt: Glass
Are bees really that busy? Flitting from project to project? I guess they are and so am I. I had to shop for nearly 5 hours today. Between the Sponge Bob birthday party tomorrow at 3pm and a wedding (yes, a wedding) on Monday morning and the fact the funds are quite limited I had to hit six different stores for sales, coupon usage, and the best deal. Not that I am doing anything for the wedding that I didn’t really know was happening until a few days ago. Because it’s “no big deal”. So no plans or anything. As a result of the (never-ending) chaos of this weekend you get another haiku for NaPoWriMo today. Because they are easy.
PhotoHunt 104: Glass
I actually fudged about what was in my hand up there in the haiku. Mr. Vixen, barbeque chef extraordinaire, had a beer in his hand while I penned it. I, on the other hand, had a glass:
Hi! Err, High!
PhotoHunt 103: High
Moving by minivan/car takes forever. I packed threw everything into 1/2 a million 60 car loads and then stuck it everywhere and into storage. I am still, slowly, unpacking. This may go on forever till the end of times until sometime around Labor Day. So I had to go to the archives for this weeks hunt: High. Not having to worry if Mr. Vixen is going to climb up there again while I am at work is just another thing I will not miss about the concentration camp property. And yes, that picture only goes down to the top of a tree. That is how high up he is. Be still my rapidly beating heart.
Wooden (Left To His Own Devices XII)
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PhotoHunt 98: Wooden
So Mr. Vixen went out the the barn labor-a-tory* (he insists this is it’s new name) this week and tinkered (my word). So when I saw this PhotoHunt over at Sassy’s how could I resist? The ever handy Mr. V took this piece of wood. 
And he put it on his turn-y, spin-y thing-y (it’s a lathe, blah, blah,blah) and then did some painting, grabbed an old light from a boat that was in the barn laboratory (left over from the previous owner) and created this little gem:
I am required by spousal demand to tell you he only made this lovely lighthouse at the teasing request of his eldest daughter When she saw this windmill that he concocted created from found stuff in the barn labor-a-tory*, and said “Geez Dad, you have too much time on your hands. What are you going to make next…a lighthouse?” I told you he was handy.
*pronounced by him as labor-a-tory like in Young Frankenstien
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