Okay, I'm up.  And dressed.  Even put some shoes on.

Now what?

I just had a walk-about in the back yard, checking the mole traps.  During the past couple of weeks, I have fished three big moles out of the "way-back" yard.  I gottta tell ya . . . it is most satisfying to discover that a trap's been sprung, and pull it up, and find a fat old mole dangling from it.  No trap was sprung this morning, and I didn't see any fresh digging in the area.  Maybe I've caught them all.  But on the way back to the house, I noticed some fresh disturbance in an old tunnel closer to the house.  I can see it from my perch on the back porch and can probably hear it if it's sprung (if the air-conditioner unit isn't running when it happens).  

Cheap entertainment.

Anything to keep me from facing the craft room.

I need to be in there working.  

For the most part, I am finished with the manufacturing processes.  I am not going to make anything else from scratch.  Nothing is priced except one or two of the hats.  There are at least 64 pairs of earrings, two dozen bracelets, and two dozen rings.  I am just going to put a price on each category and roll with it, for I will never be able to decide whether THIS pair of earrings is worth more than THAT pair.   

There are two or three more "dumpling" bags cut out and ready to sew.  Before I can sew them, I have to take the embroidery unit off the machine, but I just downloaded a free-standing lace dragonfly that I want to embroider . . . . 

I should get to it, huh?

Time to Regroup - September 6, 2026

Although our little get-away was officially over on Wednesday (we came home on Tuesday, but I claimed the whole day as "down time"), I am still not in full craft mode.  The Husband has been home all week, scheduled to get back to the grind on Tuesday.  Maybe that's when my vacation will end, too.

But the past few days haven't been a total loss.  While we were in Mountain View, I crocheted a cute bucket hat and started another.  I can't crochet for long stretches.  (The ring finger on my left hand is what The Husband's grandmother called a "trigger finger"; it doesn't want to un-bend after it's been bent a while.)  I finished a child-sized hat yesterday working about 10 rounds at a sitting.  It made 6 hats I've finished since the last week of August.  Not too bad, all things considered.

But I want to decorate the hats.  

I crocheted some small flowers.  They help, but . . . meh.

I embroidered some free-standing butterflies.  So-so.  They were too big for a child's hat, and pushing it for adult hats.  I can size them down and try again.

Yesterday, I tried making flowers out of sparkly tulle and taffeta.  I did not try hard, and they came out crappy.  I will try again and mean it.

There are a couple more school logo tote bags to embroider.

This morning, I've made 4 or 5 rings for big fingers and one or two smalls.

But I am running out of time.  The benefit is this coming Saturday.  It will be an outdoor event, and unless the weather cools off, it will be miserably hot.  I will have to supply my own tent and display tables.  There are tables and tents in the shed, but also snakes and mice and spiders.  For several days, I've been warning The Husband that I will need those things from the shed and that he would have to be the one to get them out.  Finally, today, he went into the shed, and I went as far as the door - the *outside* of the door - to help him.  We set up the table and the tent to make sure they're ok.  When I suggested we put the stuff in the truck instead of back in the shed, he balked.  I did not understand why - we'd only have to get the stuff out again in a few days - until I overheard him tell Son #2, "She's doing a craft fair later this month."  When I told him, "It's NEXT WEEKEND," he understood why I thought loading the truck today was a good idea.  But by that time, we'd already put it all back in the shed.

The table in the shed isn't quite big enough.  I just ordered an 8 ft. table that should be here in a day or two.  Those two tables, plus our card table, should do the job.  

I went ahead and registered for a November craft fair.  

Mountain View - September 2, 2026

We're back from our trip to Mountain View.  

I was not ready to come home.

We got to our cabin around 4 p.m. Friday afternoon, unpacked our stuff, and headed to the square to listen to some music.  A "headliner" group was to play on the courthouse lawn later in the evening, but we preferred to go to the little park near the courthouse, where impromptu groups had congregated under the gazebos.  

As dinnertime approached, we went into a Mexican restaurant (it was Friday, after all) only to discover that they didn't serve margaritas - it's a dry county.  A lady who was waiting on a pick--up order said that another restaurant a few miles away served liquor, so we got in the truck and drove down there.  The parking lot was packed.  We didn't even get out of the truck and drove back to town for dinner at a pizza buffet (sans beer), then back to the square for more music.

The Husband had packed his ukulele but did not break it out Friday night.  I think he wanted to scope out the scene first.  Or else he was just chicken.

It was hard going to sleep that night.  Our refrigerator kept making clicking/grunting noises.  I got up and raised the lever on the icemaker, and the noise settled down.

Saturday morning, we had breakfast at a place on the square that had been recommended to us by the cabin rental agent.  It was crowded and the restaurant seemed to be short-staffed that morning.  They were out of biscuits (Horrors!)  and got our order wrong, to boot.  We did not go back there for the rest of our stay.

We spent most of Saturday poking around the shops on the square.  One of the shops seemed to be an "overstock" store.  I found a bag of smooth gray rocks on the shelf that did not appear to be part of the overstock inventory.  I've seen these kinds of rocks painted and left for people to find.  The lady at the counter was the same lady who'd told us about the restaurant that served liquor.  She said that she and her kids liked to paint on the rocks.  Thinking that The Granddaughters might enjoy doing that, we bought the bag of rocks.  After we paid for the rocks, she very nearly crowed with glee.  The store manager had bet her that the rocks would never sell; if she could sell them, he'd give her a day off with pay. I meant to check back with her before we left to hear her tell his reaction.

There's an ice cream/coffee booth on the square that does a hoppin' business in the evenings.  The Husband and I had lusted after ice cream cones since we got to town, so when we were finished scoping out the shops, we walked over to the booth.  He ordered ice cream, I wanted lemonade.  Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were minding the store.  They were bickering as we walked up to the window.  The girl took our order and instructed the boy to make my lemonade.  When he said he didn't know how, she said, "I ALREADY SHOWED YOU HOW.  FIGURE IT OUT!"  Having just paid $6 for the lemonade, I stuck my head in the window and said, "NO!  NO EXPERIMENTING WITH MY LEMONADE!  SHOW HIM AGAIN!"  The bickering ceased (though there was probably some low, under-the-breath muttering.)  

My lemonade was fine.  :)

We went back to the cabin for a while (it was just off the square) but went back to the square around sunset.  The Husband took his uke this time.  As we walked up to one of the gazebos, one of the musicians spied the ukulele case and, thinking there was a fiddle in the case, invited him to join.  The invitation held even after they discovered the instrument was a uke.  ;)  The Husband had a good time playing and singing with the group, something he rarely gets to do.  We stayed until everybody got tired.

Sunday morning, we broke our travel rule of "no eating at chain restaurants" and had breakfast at a fast-food joint.  After breakfast, we drove up to Mountain Home, just to look around.  We had a good lunch (with alcoholic beverages . . . ON A SUNDAY!) on the square.  Afterwards, we found a liquor store, where I bought a small bottle of Jack Daniels and a small bottle of Fireball.  We drove back to Mountain View, rested a bit, then went back up to the square.  The Husband played with the gazebo group again.

We laid around the cabin a lot on Monday.  Running low on ice, I lowered the lever on the ice maker.  There was a hum as the icemaker began to fill itself with water.  I closed the freezer door and went back to my book.  A few minutes later, The Husband observed that the icemaker was still making that humming/filling noise.  I got up to look.  THE ICE BUCKET WAS BRIMMING WITH WATER, and we could not get it to stop.  The Husband opened the cabinet doors under the sink, looking for a cut-off valve, while I bailed out the icemaker bucket.  The water kept coming.  While he grabbed his phone to call the rental agent, I flipped the icemaker lever a couple of times and, mercifully, the water flow stopped.  We did not fool with the lever for the rest of the trip.

Monday, after breakfast at the fast-food joint, we drove up to the Ozark Folk Center.  It is closed on Mondays.  :(  

Monday evening, as we were eating dinner in a restaurant down the road from the square, we recognized one of the other diners as a lady who had done some singing in the gazebo the previous night.  The Husband struck up a conversation with her and learned that she planned to go back to the square to play music that night.  She encouraged him to come along with his uke, so after we ate, we went back to the cabin, got the ukulele, and went back to the square.  Several people were sitting around the gazebo.  Nobody was playing, not an instrument in sight.  An elderly man spied The Husband's ukulele case and said, "Boy, break out that fiddle and let's have some music."  When The Husband told him the case held a ukulele, he said, "Oh.  Never mind."  Everybody laughed.  But one of the other observers said he'd brought his guitar, and this started a trend.  Before long, there appeared several guitars, a mandolin, and a harmonica.  We stayed at the gazebo until nearly 11 p.m.

Our cabin reservation ended Tuesday morning.  I tried my best to get The Husband to extend it, but he'd talked to Nanny and Son #2 and learned that (1) Nanny's cousin had died and the funeral was Wednesday, a long way from home, and she'd need him to drive her there, and (2) The Little Rotten Baby (who had been named "Student of the Month for August) was expecting us at the school on Thursday for Grandparents' Day.  We had to go home.  :(

Even though I would have happily stayed for as long as the cabin was available, we packed up Tuesday morning.  On the way home, we realized we had not even opened the liquor we worked so hard to get.  ;)

Even though I would have happily stayed for as long as we could've found lodging ANYWHERE, it was good to get home.

 Yesterday, my BFF sent me a picture of a pair of dragonfly earrings, along with the comment, "You can do that."

My response:  "Jewelry production temporarily suspended.  Moved on to the sewing machine."

At the time, I was digging through the buffet cabinet in the sewing room (which once was the dining room) where I'd stored the fabric that survived The Great Purge of 2022.  To my delight, I found two sets of embroidered placemats and a table runner/napkin set that I'd made several years ago for my booth in the antique mall.  They are fall/holiday colors.  They will go to the booth I will set up in September at the charity benefit.  

I spent most of the day working on dumpling bags. Found the right size pattern, which took a while.  Cut out one using nice fabric, sewed it up without any hitches.  Today I am going to choose the fabrics for a few more bags and have them ready to sew when we get back from our trip to Mountain View.  

Got It - August 26, 2026

Yesterday morning, I decided to get up off my lazy duff and plant the baptista australis seedling that my sweet niece brought me.  I decided to plant it on the gravely bank along the driveway, where digging is hard.  The bank is covered with some kind of creeping yew, and also English ivy, mixed in with iris and lavender and daylilies, and I had to hack out a place to put the new plant.  While I was hacking, a wasp got after me, and I realized that I was close to a wasp nest hidden under all the brush.  I put some distance between me and the nest, but the wasp came after me, and four or five of his wing men took to the air.  I fought the attacker off with my trowel.  He gave up, eventually, and when he did, I went for the can of jet spray wasp killer and went back and dosed everything that was flying around where I was trying to dig.  When things settled down, I jumped back in, planted the plant, and got out of there.

About this time, Son #2 drove up in my Wrangler, which he had borrowed the previous day.  It was his day off; he'd just come home from having driven the Little Rotten Baby to kindergarten.  (She had insisted on riding to school with the top down, he said, but he'd already put the top back up.)

I said, "While you're here . . . follow me," and took him to the back yard, where the mole trap had been sprung.  

I was not sure that there was actually a mole in it.  It's a brand new (but cheap) scissor-type trap that had given me fits trying to set it.  It once popped itself plumb out of the ground when I turned my back on it.  Anyway . . .

There was a mole in the trap, probably the biggest, fattest mole I have ever seen.  His pink paddle feet were the size of quarters.  

If there is a trick to getting a mole our of a scissor-type trap, I don't know it.  I handed it to The Son, who had the good sense to look for a release mechanism, but there wasn't one.  When he finally got the scissors open, the mole was stuck to one of the blades and wouldn't just fall out of the trap.  I raked it off with a stick and flung it down the gulley.  Something will eat it.

I need to get out there today and check for new digging and re-set the trap.  

Chiggers will get me when I do.

Maybe I'll do some sewing, instead.

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It's not that I am bored with making jewelry (the force is strong); I just need something besides jewelry to populate the booth that I am setting up at a charity benefit in mid-September.

I didn't tell you about that?

Ok, well, when the booth at the local October festival fell through, friends suggested some alternatives.  The benefit happening next month is at a local church.  Over 1,000 people usually attend.  I will probably know a lot of them.  There's another event coming up in October at a local high school.  I probably won't know many of those folks.  I am not sure whether displaying my craft in front of people I know is more scary or less scary than showing it to strangers.  

Anyway, I've got two weeks to prepare.  

As I said a few posts ago, I have made enough jewelry to set up a moderately full display.  But I want to make some other things, too - useful things.  During the past week or so, I've crocheted 3 cloche hats (and started a 4th) at night while watching TV, and there's enough yarn in my stash for several more.  In a couple of days, we're doing a road trip to Mountain View, Arkansas, and since I don't get car-sick, I'll whip out a couple more hats while we're on the road and at night in the cabin.

I also wanted to make a few "dumpling bags," little half-moon-shaped purses for cosmetics and such.  I made one for myself years ago; it goes on all my trips.  Monday, I decided to make some out of some yardage already in my stash.  Naturally, the original template for the original bag was nowhere to be found.  There was a smaller version for free on the internet, so I downloaded one and made it, and realized that it was W-A-Y too small.  I enlarged the template with the copy machine and cut out six more bags using the enlarged template.  Before sewing the first one, I embroidered local school logos on them.  These bags are made of unbleached canvas and are lined with vinyl shower curtain material.  The bulk of the seams takes up too much room in the bag.  Zipped up, my "enlarged version" might hold a small orange.  I was shooting for something long enough to hold a toothbrush or a pencil or paintbrush.  

Back to the drawing board to draft a USEFUL bag.  

The experiments were not a total waste of time.  Sewing the canvas fabric convinced me to use some other fabric for the final bags.  There are some lovely fabrics in my stash that ought to be used for something.  Once I finally get the size correct, I'll use the pretty stuff.  The two tiny experiment bags are lined with vinyl shower curtain material.  I'm on the fence about using it on the pretty bags.  

Still, I have six little bags pieces already cut out, too small to make into bags but on which there is useful embroidery.  Maybe I can cut out the logos and applique them onto something else., like a tote bag.

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Mole Madness - August 24, 2026

For the past month or so, new mole hills have popped up in our backyard almost every day.  These are not your standard mole trails; these are mole MOUNTAINS, foot-high piles of loose dirt.  I've been setting traps to no avail.  

Yesterday afternoon, as I sat here looking out at the backyard, something in my brain snapped.  I went to the shed, got a shovel, and started digging.  When I finally dug down to where I could see an actual hole, I channeled my father-in-law and went to get the water hoses.  These mole hills are at least 150 feet from the nearest outdoor hydrant.  It took FOUR 50-ft hoses to reach them all.  I was about worn out by the time I strung all the hoses together and turned on the water, but I was determined.

I jabbed the end of the hose into every hill and tunnel I could find and filled them until they either backed up or sprung a leak in a tunnel downstream.  By the time I was done, the whole area was soup.  I lost my crocs in it a time or two as I tried to stomp down all the tunnels.  The exercise must have taken two hours.  I never did see a mole surface, gasping for breath.  I hoped I had drowned them all in their lairs.  

This morning, I took a stroll to check for new digging, and there were places where one or more moles had re-opened a tunnel.  I set traps in them.  

If I don't catch a mole today, I may consider dynamite.

She Who Hesitates . . . August 22, 2026

Well . . . shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Around 4:00 yesterday afternoon, I finally decided to commit to do a booth at the town festival coming up in October.  I really wanted a companion for the enterprise, someone who also makes stuff to sell, and was willing to foot the whole rental fee just for the company.  Last night I posted the call for help on my social media page.

This morning, someone associated with the festival replied to my post; the booths were all spoken for by the end of June.

I hesitated too long.

Now what am I going to do with all this crap?

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A night or two ago, The Husband came to me with a leather bracelet he bought for himself a while back.  He wanted to know if I could change the metal closure, complaining that it digs into his wrist when he lays his arm flat.  He wanted a sliding knot closure like one of his other bracelets uses.

In my opinion (which I shared with him), changing the closure would be a mistake.  The closure was flat and smooth and not very thick.  But he wanted me to try, anyway. 

And so I did.

I tried everything in my arsenal: a sliding knot, a barrel knot, and a hook/loop.  The problem is that his wrist is small - the ends almost meet without any closure at all - and every type of closure I constructed made the bracelet too large.  

Good thing we saved the originals.  

Ima let him put them back on.  ;)

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