Cool Stuff and Another Fever Dream Inferno

A few days ago, in the worst of my fevered delerium, a slim package arrived in my mailbox from Miss O'Kitten and I haven't been at all well enough to post about it. But then I'm never, ever at all well and I post stuff anyway.

Despite many threats to send me something wet & sticky, or pointed & rusty (inserted firmly in my backside), I found the envelope to be completely lacking in both. Damn!

Instead I found oodles of vintage patterns thingies. We have the charming postcard to the left--I'm a bit curious about just what the heck is going on there--and Glossilla Corde Bags and Acessories (1940s), and Royal Society Crochet Lessons, vol. 1, no. 8 (1918).

There's patterns in both that are just itchin' to be scanned and posted, including a really "special" crocheted swan lamp, but will have to wait until I can actually focus on printed pages. Damn this Moon Flu!

Last night's Fever Dream Inferno involved many hours of pulling handfulls of thumbtacks out of the walls of what was eventually going to be a new art gallery. Different colored thumbtacks, pushpins, the occasional nail, for hours it seemed. I'd wind up with literally handfulls of the damned things.

Later, I paid a visit to Miss O'Kitten's farm and helped her gather eggs from these teeny little chickens. Every morning we'd gather several dozen eggs from six little pigeon-sized chickens and they'd be up in the branches of shrubs and stuff. If you didn't find the eggs they hatched in like three days and when they hatched the chicks were all yellow and fluffy instead of wet & gross like fresh-hatched chickens normally are. It seems the hens would peck an airhole in the eggshells and that would let the chick dry out before it finally burst from the shell the next day. Sometimes you could see the chicks through the shells, just chilling out in there.

These chickens would sleep stacked up on top of each other so she didn't think it was worthwhile to make a chicken coop sinced they stored so easily on their own.

She also had a houseguest from Norway who was living in her shed and had brought his dog that looked exactly like a sheep. Some rare breed that he was an expert in and had written books about. The dog went missing and died and I think somebody made a rug out of him. I think.

Then there was some convoluted business about having to catch a bus for work after gathering the eggs every morning but I kept missing the bus or I never had enough purple transparent plastic quarters for the fare. They guy from Norway was trying to help me get to the bus in the rain but kept making me late by trying to find an umbrella or telling me about his lettuces.

It seems I worked restoring these giant stained-glass windows in a massive old church and if I didn't show up that day no work could get done so I was on the verge of being fired for three days straight. The days I showed up there was never anything to do but some crap job I hated.

I think I was tring to catch a bus in the thumbtack dream as well.

No wonder I've been so exhausted this week.