I've been eating, breathing and sleeping crafts. There's paint splatters "permanently" on my elbows and the knees of my pants. I have at least five coffee cups (at any given time..) with one or two sips of old coffee left in each mug scattered all over my crafting space. The poor cat is feeling neglected because I can't bear to pick her up and get covered in cat hair mid-craft session. She reaches up to me like a little kid with her paw while I'm sitting, with these eyes that say "pay attention to me!" and I feel terrible when I tell her I'm busy. There's tubes of paint on my nightstand (although I can't figure out how they got there). And now I've somehow managed to take over the entire dining room table with my crafting migration. I get lonely in my bedroom. I can't help it!
But of course, to keep things interesting, while I'm busy, Barbados insists on being a pest.
I caught him red-handed in the shelf of my desk! I'm so disappointed that the picture came out blurry. But it's so classic, I can't resist sharing.But of course, to keep things interesting, while I'm busy, Barbados insists on being a pest.

So I gave him a higher view of things. I'd like to think that if I was a cat, I would like to see things from other vantage points that I couldn't get to myself. [The ceiling is only a couple of inches from where the picture is cut off]

I took the metal dividers out and, of course, that made for a content Barbados.

Despite the playing around that appears to be...I actually did finish a lot of stuff the past few days. But unfortunately I can't do anything with most of "them" until I can settle on a name! And even more unfortunate is I had planned on picking a name this past weekend, but I'm having trouble. ugh. I'm very undecided. But I'm writing it in stone now - I will choose a name by next weekend. No...matter...what.
You heard it here folks. By this time next weekend I'll be able to talk about "them". Whoever "them" is. Do you know? Who knows? Does anyone?



