A Sharp Touch Of Frost...And Clever Artists In Clay

There was a sharp frost when Himself made my early cup of tea and took the dogs out for their walk...thought it was decidedly chilly but didn't dare mention it 'cos he doesn't care for having the window wide open at night...not really wide, that'd be silly...but quite wide. I'll suggest another blanket tonight as frost is expected all this week according to the forecasters...don't know why he grumbles about the window 'cos he has two duvets on the bed and a quilt on top...

Of course, if I'd finished the blanket I've been crocheting for months, I wouldn't need a Heaton's special offer in pale pink which draws pet hair to it like a magnet...the only way the hair will come off is if I put the damp blanket in the tumble dryer with about a hundred of those stinky dryer sheets...it sort of weaves its way in and won't be shifted with Sellotape or a lint roller...

But the cheaper and most stinky dryer sheets attract the hair like magic...

I've spent most of the afternoon browsing through Pinterest at unbelievably beautiful creations by Polymer Clay artists...the most stunning seem to be made by Russians or people who were Russians...never quite sure about Russia, as to whether it still exists or has all been divided up into countries I've never heard of before...anyway, they have artists who can mould a small piece of clay into fragile Apple Blossom or tiny Pixies with pointy hats...the Steam-Punk creations are to die for...I peer at the screen trying to fathom out how they can achieve such results when my small piece of clay looks like nothing on earth...

Isn't it quite strange though...they have two hands and presumably enough fingers but the art they make is jaw-dropping in its beauty...I have two hands and all my fingers so why can't I achieve the same results...must be the signals sent from the brain that are different...my signals are probably scrambled.

So I rolled out some Air-Drying clay...called Das...big block for €3... and cut out hearts to join together with beads for a thingy. Then had a problem as to where to put them while they dry and become hard enough to paint...the kittens are into everything you see and when they're not knocking stuff onto the floor, they're tramping everywhere and leaving paw prints...or diving behind the kitchen cupboard and creating mayhem among the cake tins.

So I put my hearts on the bookshelf, as high as I could reach...