Better Living Through Literature
Words + Projects + Stuff I Like
Another perk of the iPhone? Toby doesn’t mind it the way he minded the camera, which means he’ll actually keep making whatever cute face he’s making as I take his picture. Like this:
(This is the face he makes when he wants me to do something, like give him catnip. In this case, he wanted me to put the vase of flowers back that he’d been eating. “See Mom? I’m sitting right where they were. You should go get them and let me eat them again.”)
Over the long weekend I made a valiant effort to finish (or at least start) a few projects in the queue, in between eating pie for breakfast.
Another pair of boot toppers for a friend are DONE:
The rayon dress has sleeves and half a collar (but is still looking a little Laura Ingalls Wilder; I’m not sure about this one):
And 4 out of 8 kitty blankets are cut out (but not fringed). Maybe my helper needs to be a little more helpful:
That’s all, actually. What could top Toby?
I knew I was coming up on 4 years with the love of my life, but I’m ashamed to say that last night I realized I had missed the actual date (March 23rd). I can’t feel too bad, though, because the love of my life also missed it (unless one of his highly varied and operatic “MEOW!!”s was meant to be a reminder).
Dates aside, happy anniversary to my friend, my “something to love,” my entertainment. He meows, he chirps, he sings, he knows many, many words and phrases, he knows our routines, he lets me know when those routines are different (“MEOOOOOW!!”), and he pulls an endless variety of faces:
Wise.
Crazy.
Unconvinced, with a side of disapproval.
Wondering.
Helpful.
Approving, yet tired.
Darling.
Sit on a dining chair and turn your back on it.
Lay on it like it’s clean laundry and pretend it’s still the weekend.
This is from last week, when it was sunny, but it will be sunny again.
Play with it like it’s a toy mousie you got that’s the best toy mousie EVER, and that you keep playing with 48 hours later:
And then go back to bed: 