Just a few stabs at the…

Oct. 20th, 2026 12:04 pm[personal profile] mbarrick
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Just a few stabs at the glove this morning. Not a lot of time this morning.

Working on the glove now

Oct. 19th, 2026 04:07 pm[personal profile] mbarrick
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Working on the glove now. I knew this was going to be the hardest part when I started. You really have to turn off that rational part that thinks "fingers" when they are foreshortened like this.

Millimeters away from old…

Oct. 19th, 2026 04:07 pm[personal profile] mbarrick
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Millimeters away from old toilets as planters. Marpole: the East Van of the West Side.

My spooky balcony.

Oct. 19th, 2026 04:07 pm[personal profile] mbarrick
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My spooky balcony.

Malenky and Vidma being…

Oct. 15th, 2026 12:43 pm[personal profile] mbarrick
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Malenky and Vidma being dazzling

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The Beasty she's holding has emerged as a fox this morning.

katherine: Fluffy kitten wrapped around a thin branch, sepia-toned (pussywillow)
The poem is illustrated by a grumpy-looking kitten sitting up, then the kitten snoozing in a slipper.

The 1895 introduction to Verses for Children states:
It has been decided in publishing this volume to reproduce the illustrations with which the verses originally appeared in Aunt Judy's Magazine. In all cases Mrs. Ewing wrote the lines to fit the pictures


Kit's Cradle by Juliana Horatia Ewing

They've taken the cosy bed away
That I made myself with the Shetland shawl,
And set me a hamper of scratchy hay,
By that great black stove in the entrance-hall.

I won't sleep there; I'm resolved on that!
They may think I will, but they little know
There's a soft persistence about a cat
That even a little kitten can show.

I wish I knew what to do but pout,
And spit at the dogs and refuse my tea;
My fur's feeling rough, and I rather doubt
Whether stolen sausage agrees with me.

On the drawing-room sofa they've closed the door,
They've turned me out of the easy-chairs;
I wonder it never struck me before
That they make their beds for themselves up-stairs.


I've found a crib where they won't find me,
Though they're crying "Kitty!" all over the house.
Hunt for the Slipper! and riddle-my-ree!
A cat can keep as still as a mouse.

It's rather unwise perhaps to purr,
But they'll never think of the wardrobe-shelves.
I'm happy in every hair of my fur;
They may keep the hamper and hay themselves.

Same price, smaller bottle

Oct. 10th, 2026 08:15 pm[personal profile] mbarrick
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Same price, smaller bottle.

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The long rat in her hand got his shadow this morning. Six weeks of winter?

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