food, crochet, merriment
These little sweeties were so much fun to crochet that I didn’t want to stop making them.
It was a lovely way to use up a bunch of scrap colors that I had.
Since each chicken is made out of two Granny Squares I made both sides different…just for the heck of it.
They prettied up real easy in the little cello bags…
and Easter colored curly ribbon.
Ready to take around to my kids.
Happy Holy Week Everyone!
Pattern by Sweet Softies on Etsy
Like many of my family and friends, we tried real hard to direct our focus a lot more on the real meaning of Easter this year.
I even listened to a talk by Gary Stevenson that suggested we start looking at Easter as a holiday that rivals Christmas in importance.
Don’t get me wrong–I love the other stuff too. The bunnies the chicks and baskets and eggs.
And then there’s the candy. Oh, yeah. Can we talk for a few days about the CANDY?!
But I also see that this day should mean so much more.
We are trying and I hope each year to do better and better at remembering that there would be no reason for Christmas…
if there wasn’t an Easter.
Such a brave, beautiful little thing, popping up right in the middle of the lawn. I guess it’s an April-showers-bring-May-flowers sort of thing.
I just thought somebody had to plant them first.
Happily, I was wrong.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!
Now this is something we don’t see very often. These furry little souls don’t really spend much time hanging out with each other. I mean, a little nod in passing–from the girls maybe, and a good pounce now and then from Hobbes, sure. But laying around having a kitty chat on a cool winter day?
Heck no.
I have several friends with multiple cats and they play with each other and lay all over each other and actually- you know- like each other. Yeeeeahhh…that’s not happening here. No idea what I’m doing wrong.
Sooooo….what’s going on then, you ask?
Well, I’ll tell you.
All three of these chicken liver kitties are actually hiding away behind mostly closed doors to ‘stay safe” from ANYone who happens to come visit me. It could be my kids, my grandkids, my friends, the UPS guy- doesn’t matter. If they knock on the door, the cats take off like Godzilla is coming after them.
Descendants of the brave, mighty lion, indeed.
Big old babies.
