Ah, cat barf that smells good enough to eat! That's exactly what this stuff looks like, if cats contemplated revenge like old Sicilian mobsters soaking up the sun and reminiscing about better days. I can see them, with their battered bowls of inky vino, yowling in descant amusement as they trade stories of the bloodiest kills. Where do old Toms go to retire these days? They forgot their... whatever this is.
The colors are amazing! Maybe they'll fade and lighten as they dry, but right now they are everything I was hoping for (and couldn't quite bear to count on). Especially the red. I mixed 2 strawberry packets with a black cherry, added just enough water to make a paste and wow, what came out scared me. It was a vibrant deep red, like arterial spray. Can I say that? Sounds a bit like dyeing for CSI types, right? But I love dark dark red. Like my favorite nail polish that looks a bit weird on a non-goth nerd like me.
The rough-handed, beware. It IS silk and it snags like a (insert gangsta term here). Right now the surface looks like a mass of cobwebs. I was less gentle with this than I should have been. So if a bunch of spiders (and I have colonies at my house, I can tell you) take this as a sign, they will all get drunk and have a Kool Aid death party. Poor Shelob* doesn't know what she's been missing. Though I suspect she will be the one laughing her many eyestalks off as I try to tame these gadzillion filaments into some semblance of order. And knit with them.
Lessons learned:
--you can get some amazingly jewel rich colors with Kool Aid. It's all about concentrating the dye
--and the day long soak in water and vinegar before adding the colors didn't hurt either
--I can't wait to do this again! With something less cobwebby perhaps
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Memoriam...
Starburst and Licorice were littermates, born in March 2000, the nicest, most affectionate rabbits you will ever meet, being hand-raised as babies by the good folks of Michigan Rabbit Rescue. I was only bun-sitting when Star decided I was going to be her life-long slave and caretaker. She made sure everyone knew I was hers and hers alone.
She and Licorice had a rocky relationship. Though initially bonded, the two had a falling out over who got ownership of their favorite human. After a messy divorce, the two learned to live somewhat amicably in the same house until Licorice's stroke a few years later.
Just a few days shy of her 12th birthday, Star's body gave out and she left me with great reluctance, fighting to stay with me to the very end. She was my bunny soul-mate. No one can ever replace her in my heart. I am deeply grateful that she's waiting on me, having the time of her life in Heaven, until I join her. I hope she's treating Licorice a little better up there, now that God's looking on.
Star looked like a little beer barrel covered in beaver fur, with a Hemi motor hidden inside. Was she ever fast! And fierce! She had no qualms about killing spiders or bugs or anything that entered her domain without permission. She was best known by her nickname: Bossy Doe. She was also called Ms. Brown Ears, Sweetie-pea, Cutey Jaws, Queen Bee... even "schlechtes faules Haschen" in the rare times she was naughty. She was very smart and knew when Mom started muttering in German, it was time to fly back into the hidey box and thump repeatedly for mercy.
Star never lived long enough to fulfill her lifelong dream of eating a destructive path through Lego World, but her memory will never fade as long as I live.
She and Licorice had a rocky relationship. Though initially bonded, the two had a falling out over who got ownership of their favorite human. After a messy divorce, the two learned to live somewhat amicably in the same house until Licorice's stroke a few years later.
Just a few days shy of her 12th birthday, Star's body gave out and she left me with great reluctance, fighting to stay with me to the very end. She was my bunny soul-mate. No one can ever replace her in my heart. I am deeply grateful that she's waiting on me, having the time of her life in Heaven, until I join her. I hope she's treating Licorice a little better up there, now that God's looking on.
Star looked like a little beer barrel covered in beaver fur, with a Hemi motor hidden inside. Was she ever fast! And fierce! She had no qualms about killing spiders or bugs or anything that entered her domain without permission. She was best known by her nickname: Bossy Doe. She was also called Ms. Brown Ears, Sweetie-pea, Cutey Jaws, Queen Bee... even "schlechtes faules Haschen" in the rare times she was naughty. She was very smart and knew when Mom started muttering in German, it was time to fly back into the hidey box and thump repeatedly for mercy.
Star never lived long enough to fulfill her lifelong dream of eating a destructive path through Lego World, but her memory will never fade as long as I live.
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