Oh boy. This is one of those things that seems to happen solely to me. It started a few months ago when my friend Chris, in Scotland, sent me a black and white checker board cane. She knows I am cane challenged so she took pity on me. Now, this was a cool cane so I made several things using it. I sold most of them. It was such a nice cane that I was contacted by a woman (through Etsy) who wanted to know if I could make her some beads using that black and white cane. So, I thinks to myself, Self, you can do this. How hard can it be? I can make a cane.
I make a checkerboard cane. I have a couple miles of it. It was a nice cane. I make beads and send them off. The woman has not been heard from since. Sigh.............
So, now I have a couple of miles of cane left. :) Then, I am in my kitchen whereupon I discover a piece of aluminum foil. Where did this come from? It's one of life's little mysteries. It materialized in my cupboard. Those of you who know me, know full well that I am anal and do not have stray tin foil bits just laying around. I am the girl who irons her husbands handkerchiefs.
So, I crumple up the foil thinking I will throw it away. Then, I look at it and lo and behold! It looks just like an owl. Ok, I says, Self, put this on your table and make an owl from it. Ok, I do that.
Fast forward to my table where I sit, thinking ... Self, why don't you use that black and white cane then put flowers and leaves on the owl? Be cute, I think. I am demented.
This is one of those ideas that was perfect in my head. Reality was a WHOLE 'nother story. I make the owl and start getting twitchy. He is looking VERY much like a departed person that not a whole lot of people liked. I think, Self, put some leaves on its head. Maybe that will help.
It doesn't. My owl is looking more and more like this departed person. Oh NO! Actually, this is what I named the Owl. OhNo.
Please keep in mind that this was NOT supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a cute little owl. So, nobody send me mean emails, ok? I didn't mean it! Really! I'm INNOCENT! Yikes. Ok, you all get one guess as to who this poor owl looks like. And what should I DO with it?
We are NOT amused.