Oh it was so hot yesterday – another dry, sizzling scorcher. It was so stifling at home we decided eating out for lunch – in airconditioning – was the the most sensible option. We ate beautiful food down Balaclava way (poached peaches, chocolate brioche, vietnamese coleslaw and other yummies) but wouldn’t you know – the cafe’s air conditioning was on the blink. So we sat stifling there too.
The afternoon – hot! - each of us sprawled out in front of a fan, sucked on frozen juice pops, drank lots of iced water and tried not to move to much. But by 6pm, the heat dissipated and we were left with a long, soft, mellow, sweetly lit twilight. Ahhhh … out into the garden!
After a few chores, I finished off the painted frame I showed you yesterday – with mouse mesh! I’ve been looking for such a frame amongst local hard rubbish for a few months and this one, found last week with Abby and Sacha (they just love cruising the suburb for hard rubbish – ha!) was the perfect size.
It is now a cross stitch canvas. I’m working my new header (have you seen it?) “Bootville” onto it and we shall hang it on our front porch.
Instead of wool or cotton thread, I’m using 1 inch strips of fabric and a very large needle. Rules were established very quickly – no more than 55 centimetres long – otherwise it frays atrociously. Nothing thicker than cotton patchwork fabric – thicker and it just will NOT pull through. You cannot carry the “thread” any distance at all – because everything shows up through the mesh. And taking care to not split the thread takes on a whole new meaning.
As a way to spend a long summer eve in the garden, this meshy cross stitch was just lovely. I sat out there until the light was almost gone and the mosquitoes were gathering upon my arms.
By the way – I have all these scratches on my arms from my feathered girls -
They rush up to me, hunker down at my feet and beat their wings for me to pick them up. They then have a lovely relaxed cuddle (one at a time) – I keep their wings tucked in firmly and have one hand under their belly with my fingers spread apart for their legs – they seem very comfy and are happy to be stroked for as long as I want to. But when it comes time to put them down, no matter how careful I am, they always flap about and scratch me as they throw themselves back to the ground! Silly girls! Any ideas on how best to gently lower ones’ chickens to the ground?!