Sea of Shoes. And a Mustelid.

credit: Sea of Shoes

So I stumbled upon a blog called Sea of Shoes and found a weasel. The post made my day, because Jane of Sea of Shoes simply comments, "What a nice weasel." What a nice weasel indeed. Color me slightly obsessed -- after reading through a few pages of her blog, I, too, suddenly found myself with red hair. 

 vintage antique frame

galvanized desk lap

bird/duck study

Some little etsy treasures.

Welcome Home

Well, look who showed up? My green leather chair, that's who. The other day, I told my mom that if she ever was thinking of getting rid of it, that she needed to let me know so I can buy it off her. She said she'd give it to me if it ever got to that point. Today, my dad calls to say that my mom told him I'd be over soon to pick it up at their house. Wait, what? He said he'd bring it over since he was headed out anyway. Wait, what? Hurray! I meant in about twenty years or so, but hey, I'll take it now, too. My dad asked who's chair it was, and I told him rumor has it that it was his from his first apartment. My dad says it must have been there when he moved in, because he couldn't remember. Oh well, originally his, or his once he moved in, doesn't matter. It was still his, and that makes it special. Welcome home, green chair. Odysseus loves you too.

p.s. let me remind you all again that I have the best parents in the world. And not because they give me stuff. Because they just are, for so many reasons. :)

p.p.s Odysseus is living up to his name (No, not the Officer Baby Socks nickname. He already lives that daily. I mean his real name). Great hunter that he is, he found a mouse last night. But couldn't catch it. I choose to believe that due to all the fun he was having, he didn't want to win, or he knew there would be no more fun. Smart.

Fur So Fresh

My sister gets Fur So Fresh for her pups, and they always smell fabulous after a bath. For about a day. Then they're stinky again. So when it came time for Odysseus to have a bath again, we bypassed the No More Tears, No More Knots baby powder scented cat shampoo (though I was tempted; he would have been so mad if he smelled like baby powder, and I would have loved his grumpy face) and of course went for the cat version of Fur So Fresh. Not quite as good smelling as the dog one, but good enough. He doesn't mind baths, too much. And how can you resist seeing a cat with tiny legs and a scrawny tail from being dripping wet? It's hard, let me tell you. Adorable little kitten.

More Magic Houses

I think more garages should look like this. I mean, if you can't have a carriage house tucked behind your historic home, of course.

And the original magic house. I realized the first post on it way back when was way back when, and perhaps not everyone has seen it in all it's abandoned glory.

One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indians

8625 East Jefferson Avenue
Jefferson Avenue Presbyterian Church

Ooh, my favorite day. Indian Village Day! I just finished my second annual trip to the historic neighborhood home tour. Mom and sister have me beat at 3 out of 4 years. Listen, this whole district is filled, FILLED, with magic houses. Note the first. Though not tour-able, it was one of my favorites. A bit neglected, a bit beat up, but so pretty. The second is a church built in 1925. The third? My dad's childhood street we're named after here.

A Letter to the Kitten

Dear Odysseus,

I walked into my room to see you looking so odd in the window. Due to you never sitting like that before, the very hot day, and your very still form and vacant gaze, I feared you were dead. But then you stretched a paw after I called your name. For the third time. In an increasingly louder voice. Silly me, I should have known you were just being lazy, lounging in your favorite spot, in your favorite position. Because the only thing better than being in the window, is being in the window with a prime chance at getting tummy pets. 

You are my favorite always and forever,

Laura