I Was Attacked

We went to the farm last evening to get our cucumbers and pick some berries. I was happily strolling along stuffing my face with blueberries when I spotted a delicious berry in the middle of the bush, so I reached my hand in only to recoil in pain as I realized I'd been stung. Suddenly there were 20 bees flying around, one was stuck on my shirt and I was jumping around screaming. I had apparently stuck my hand in some sort of bee construction zone and they weren't pleased. I just wanted that blueberry. Needless to say that ended our visit to the farm. Luckily we were about to leave anyway. The bees aren't winning any points with me lately. My precious little kitty, Fifi was stung a few weeks ago and now this. I appreciate all their hard work but do they have to be so rude?

We made pickles! They look like pickles and I'm pretty sure they'll taste like pickles. These are straight up dill pickles. Straight up.

I managed to get some stuffies and a sewing kit made yesterday, in spite of the attack. The sewing kit is awaiting it's pins, but will be in the shop soon.



This is Kitty the Lamb, so named because I intended to make a kitty but ended up with a lamb.