Blossoms for "Blooming"

All of the blossoms and individual petals for "Blooming" have been knitted, and I've got all the buttons where they need to be on the antler/branches.

What's left?

Details, man. Details.

I'm needle-felting the centers onto all the blossoms. I have enough to fill (and I mean fill) a quart-sized baggie. I'll count them later.

The deadline fast approaches, but I'm feeling great!

In other news, I have a new phone (with which I took the above picture)! I'm now lovingly toting about a Palm Pre Plus. I haven't found anything wrong with it yet, but I'm also still getting the basic navigation down. It's fun, though! My next challenge with it is getting ePub format books onto it.

But first - THE DEER.

The Face of "Blooming"

Because, you know, it has one now.

It also has new bones. The PVC structure wasn't working, so the Husband (aka the Colonel) ordered surgery. The original armature was replaced with an engineered substitute made of a compilation of wood and galvanized screws. That's right, folks. We made him better. We have the technology.

All that's left to do are the blossoms for the antler/branches (plus the buttons that will hold them on) and the rest of the white-spot blossoms to be needle-felted onto the body.

CHUGGA CHUGGA. I feel productive. :D

Shifting and Struggling

Since August of 2009, I have had two e-mail addresses with Google.

One used my maiden, and the other my married name.

It was easy to tell Google to forward all of the messages sent to the former address to the latter, so I would only have to check one account. The Blogger utility became another barrier to this merger of Intenet Identities, however. Finally, I just invited my Married Self to be an author of this blog, had my Maiden Self give Married Self administrative priveledges, then promptly booted Maiden Self from the author list. (My Married Self is ruthless, I tell you!)

Anyway, so that's why there is an s on the end of my username now. All Married Self is is a doppleganger of Maiden Self. Or a pluralized version, which is actually sort of appropriate given the difference (and the fact that the username is a collective noun).

This post has more than a few things to do with marriage, actually. As you have likely concluded, I am that. Married. I have a husband who I fondly refer to on Twitter as "Husband" or "Colonel Sweatpants."

Said partner in marital bliss has been helping me with the "Blooming" project for Threadknits by offering moral support, spatial reasoning skills, and an extra pair of hands to hold the sucker steady. Last night over dinner, the Colonel regailed me with a tale he heard as a child about a deer hunter in Appalachaia.

When he had an animal in his sights, he realized he had forgotten to bring any ammunition, so he used a cherry pit - a waste product of his lunch - to shoot a buck between the eyes. The buck lived, and the next time the man went hunting, he saw the same buck. It now had a cherry tree growing out of it's head. Remind you of anything?

The deer is progressing well. He's felted, and the Colonel and I are trying to figure out the best approach to get the antler/branches on. The pink Lamb's Pride for the blossoms hasn't arrived yet, but I do have the roving to needle felt the black and white details on the deer's body. It's coming along rather well, I think, given the deadline.