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Plantsss
Made my rainbow piece that I was intending a sorta zen/chakra-inspired image on… didn’t turn out how I wanted. It’s too red, for one, there’s not enough blue and no lilac or indigo. Which makes me sad. I mean, I like it and I’ll use it, since it’s all rainbow and nice, just… not what I was hoping for. Meh. I think I oversaturated the cloth, since there’s no white on it at all – even the tiny circles are coloured, and they NEVER dye, normally – even when I use the hour-dip-in-a-dye-bath method they stay white. So I didn’t tie tight enough, and loaded too much concentrated dye on for too long. Once I’ve got my new dyes (I need a lighter yellow – it’s not possible to make up “concentrated dilute dye” :P – a brown and a darker purple) I’m going to try it again. I have a new technique I want to try, too, I want to have a go at injecting the dye into the centre of the tied cloth as well as dropping it onto the top (I have some little oral medicine syringes – not sharp, they’re for giving medicines to babies, but they let you be a little more targeted with your dye-placement. :) I’ve had them ages – I think when I worked in Sainsbury’s – and finally found a use for them.)
Since the next bit has some pictures in it, I'll put it behind a cut, to save people's bandwidth.
My bathroom is full of little growing things.
This is my seed-tray of tiny plants. :) It makes my joyous. Since my hyacinth went over and all the flowers died and dropped off, as hyacinths tend to do once they've finished flowering, I miss having flowers in my room. I could buy cut flowers, certainly, but I’d rather have something green and growing. So I bought some seeds, and they’re growing. *yays* Literally over the course of a day (Monday) they went from barely-visible green specks when I left for work to half-inch-tall seedlings with leaves and everything by the time I got home. Yay plants! But since I’m impatient, and I’m a sucker for pretty green growing things, I bought a new pet on the way home, while I wait for my tinypets to grow a bit:
He’s so pretty. :) Diddy, but pretty. :) I think it’s an alpine viola, without going to try and find his ticket. I wonder why all my plants are “he”? My seedlings are big enough to be making a mad scramble for daylight, now, but they have a long way to go. *nods* That inspired me, I don’t have many plant-people… *ponders*
I have to confess I’d really like a budgie or something – well, two, so they can keep each other company when I’m out at work – because I adore little birds. But then, I can’t go into pet shops, they make me feel so sad, seeing those little birds all cooped up in tiny cages. Places like “Pet City” and the like make me sad; they have biggish aviaries (well, about half as tall as me again, and the same square) but they cram so many tiny birds in, they look so miserable I want to buy all of them and let them all go. So if I had a bird I’d have to let it have free run of the house, because those tiny cages are cruel. I foolishly went into a petshop on my seed-buying foray at the weekend, and they had some budgies, and I went *WANT* but I’m not allowed pets in my room, and it wouldn’t be fair. So no birdie for me. There were two preening each other, in there – looked like mates – and I can’t imagine whoever buys them will get both to keep them together. *so sad*.
We have builders in the department putting the “robot” up all this week. (Well, “robot” in inverted commas – alternatives being “automated dispenser” and “ohmigod-impending-doom”, depending on the mood you’re in. :P) The builders are German, and most don’t speak English, and we’re sure they’re being rude about us most of the time. ;) Didn’t help that one of my colleagues is planning an Ann Summers party, so we had an Ann Summers catalogue out in the dispensary, which probably isn’t the best thing to have around builders, ne?
Next door Barnes are hard at work putting the other parts of the rebuild up, and I can’t help giggling at their sign. They have a big sign taped up at the foot of the new stairwell, reading “do not use stairs, no handrail”.
I can’t help but think “do not use stairs, no floor at top” is more appropriate.
Whee. Although I know I'll never remember the cut-code next time and have to go dig for it again.
Since the next bit has some pictures in it, I'll put it behind a cut, to save people's bandwidth.
My bathroom is full of little growing things.
This is my seed-tray of tiny plants. :) It makes my joyous. Since my hyacinth went over and all the flowers died and dropped off, as hyacinths tend to do once they've finished flowering, I miss having flowers in my room. I could buy cut flowers, certainly, but I’d rather have something green and growing. So I bought some seeds, and they’re growing. *yays* Literally over the course of a day (Monday) they went from barely-visible green specks when I left for work to half-inch-tall seedlings with leaves and everything by the time I got home. Yay plants! But since I’m impatient, and I’m a sucker for pretty green growing things, I bought a new pet on the way home, while I wait for my tinypets to grow a bit:
He’s so pretty. :) Diddy, but pretty. :) I think it’s an alpine viola, without going to try and find his ticket. I wonder why all my plants are “he”? My seedlings are big enough to be making a mad scramble for daylight, now, but they have a long way to go. *nods* That inspired me, I don’t have many plant-people… *ponders*
I have to confess I’d really like a budgie or something – well, two, so they can keep each other company when I’m out at work – because I adore little birds. But then, I can’t go into pet shops, they make me feel so sad, seeing those little birds all cooped up in tiny cages. Places like “Pet City” and the like make me sad; they have biggish aviaries (well, about half as tall as me again, and the same square) but they cram so many tiny birds in, they look so miserable I want to buy all of them and let them all go. So if I had a bird I’d have to let it have free run of the house, because those tiny cages are cruel. I foolishly went into a petshop on my seed-buying foray at the weekend, and they had some budgies, and I went *WANT* but I’m not allowed pets in my room, and it wouldn’t be fair. So no birdie for me. There were two preening each other, in there – looked like mates – and I can’t imagine whoever buys them will get both to keep them together. *so sad*.
We have builders in the department putting the “robot” up all this week. (Well, “robot” in inverted commas – alternatives being “automated dispenser” and “ohmigod-impending-doom”, depending on the mood you’re in. :P) The builders are German, and most don’t speak English, and we’re sure they’re being rude about us most of the time. ;) Didn’t help that one of my colleagues is planning an Ann Summers party, so we had an Ann Summers catalogue out in the dispensary, which probably isn’t the best thing to have around builders, ne?
Next door Barnes are hard at work putting the other parts of the rebuild up, and I can’t help giggling at their sign. They have a big sign taped up at the foot of the new stairwell, reading “do not use stairs, no handrail”.
I can’t help but think “do not use stairs, no floor at top” is more appropriate.
Whee. Although I know I'll never remember the cut-code next time and have to go dig for it again.