This week sewing is kicking my butt.  Polly Oliver is still fighting, but my problem is that I have 5 projects on the go at once.  I keep running into stupid problems with all of them, so I can’t get any of them, even the simple ones, done. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better sewing day. Perhaps Polly Oliver will finally be done, and I’ll find the perfect lining for my Squares, Rectangles & Triangles project, after the lining I had picked out turned out to be a stretch, and I’ll flat out find the lining for the cape I am making, and the silk velvet will sew without crawling out from under my sewing machine and I won’t forget to get my lavender thread out of the car when Mr D takes it to work… In the meantime, here are perhaps the flat-out cutest pictures of Felicity I have ever managed to take.  She’s playing peek-a-boo in my latest project. Not there… Not there… Haha!  I see you!

All around the Wellington coast the roads are spotted with penguin crossing signs. No.  I’m not making that up.  We lived only a couple of hundred meters from one for years. People told me about seeing them in the rocks, or (less ideally) having them nest under your house (apparently penguin intimacy is something you’d rather not experience at close quarters). The penguins you get in Wellington are Little Blue Penguins, the tiniest species of penguin, and I was desperate to see one.  Sadly, in all the years I’ve been in Wellington, and for all our proximity to the signs, I’d never manage a glimpse. Finally, a couple of weekends ago, I managed to see a Little Blue Penguin. It was sooooo cute! It saw me too. Thought about it for a moment: Yeah.  Nah. Those people things aren’t all they are cracked up to be.  I’m over this. It was over me, but I wasn’t over it.  It was adorable and I wanted to see it again! I guess I’ll have to go back …

Last week I got a big shipment of corset and hooping materials in a lovely low, square box, all packed in with tissue paper. I took out all the corset supplies, but left the hoops and tissue paper in the box, and the box in the middle of the living room. For two days, nothing happened. And then Felicity discovered the box. She’s not much of a box cat, but it turns out corset supply boxes are perfectly Felicity shaped. It’s now her nightly nest. Clearly this is a costuming cat!