Monday, October 28, 2024

In real life



  New day, real stuff to do. Yesterday, I entrusted a handful of thread orders to the postal service. Hope that wasn't a fool's errand.  Joe just received a fabric bundle that was mailed six weeks ago!

I've been working on a short story for way too long because I know it's really a bridge to the next book. A juicy chunk of that story revealed itself last night. 






I burrowed around in the cloth closet and pulled this UFO out for consideration. 

Nothing is more satisfying than turned-edge applique with two layers of vintage, hand-dyed damask. In the beginning, I stabbed myself a couple of times because there was little to no resistance to the needle. 

This, and a handful of others, is destined to become part of the first bedware I have made in years. 

That furred gladiator in repose freaked us out last night. Bailey met Colin in the driveway, jumped into his lap before he could get out of the car, and followed him inside to reveal that he was covered in gore. Blood all over his white bib, face, and forelegs. After a hasty and ill-received examination--he growled and hissed and lashed his tail--I could find no obvious injuries. This morning, he had cleaned himself thoroughly and it was eatzees as usual followed by a quick dash for the door. We will watch and wait.



Jumping Jack Flash got another bath (I made the mistake of leaving him parked underneath the power line) and later, I'll clean the inside - again. There will be road trips. 
 
A good chunk of Prophets Tango was written while I was driving to and from caring for Charlie when he was very little. Notes jotted down at stoplights. Whole conversations between characters while I kept my hands on the wheel and dictated the gist of those dialogues into my phone. It's a time machine. 

And the other day, Charlie told me I was a time traveler. He often asks me about how it was when I was his age. 




Here, the well-rehearsed and researched preparations for transforming Charlie into Fry from Futurama. 



And a damn fine job.

 Missy felt teary over some of these pictures. She could see his teen years coming. Me too.


2 comments:

Nancy said...

Deb~ This is such a great post! J. has been watching Futurama for years 🙂 Fun to see Charlie getting into it.

Juliann said...

He certainly is growing up fast. I know you miss the little boy, but a new adventure awaits. I also have conversations with my characters. They seem like old friends that I can talk about anything and everything.