Sad days in the fish tank. Two of the little babies have disappeared.
One, I discovered on coming home yesterday, got caught in a vent of the tube to the filter. Another just disappeared. As much as I didn't really want more fish, having them die was hardly the solution to the dilemma. I am being extra watchful now, although the care and nurturing of itty-bitty fishy babies are not things in which I have any experience.
On a happier note, I was able to take a whole evening away from much more important work to make these little address books:
The blank books were discovered while searching through a pile of decorative paper on my shelf. The covers are not fancy, and did not exactly call for advanced skills in papercraft, but they allowed me to relax and finish The Scarlet Pimpernel
, and to ready myself for another week of insane last-semester craziness. THey did their duty and I am thankful. What's more, I have a nice little stack of miniature contact booklets!
This next piece is not related to anything in any way, except that I had not yet taken a photo of it. I am including it only because it holds a special place in my heart.
My second-ever crocheted rag rug!
So very comfy on the feet and quite satisfying to create. More are most definitely in my future, as signified by the thrifted sheets lying in wait around the house, ready to be ripped and wound. This rug was inspired by one made by my grandmother, which I somehow managed to sneak into my boxes when I moved away from home. The original is now at the end of my bed, and I think fondly of "Nini" whenever I feel its cottony-goodness under my toes.
Labels: craft, fish, handmade, rugs