i'm not touching escalates

Well, I'm back after surviving an upper respiratory infection then the internet crapping out at the house. Not completely crapping out, but randomly doing so. Internet roulette. Without further ado, here's Freya:



"I'm Not Touching" has been taken to a whole new level. She was actually growling at me for daring to work while denying her access to the beads. I don't know what is up with this cat and beads, but she's borderline obsessed. Well, maybe not so borderline, I think she passed that border a ways back.

This round of INT ended in a stalemate; neither of us was willing to concede. The standoff ended when I had to leave the studio so I picked Freya up and carried her out with me. I'm not foolish enough to leave her in the studio, alone, with all the beads she can eat. Apparently seed beads are tasty. Then comes the wrestling match when I pry her mouth open to get the beads out because she's somehow gotten past my defenses. Just another day in the Oubliette.

I'm so glad I'm done with that bracelet. I think it turned out nicely, but it was a pain in the ass to make.



No thanks to Freya, it worked out well. It needed the ear rings, too. With a more elaborate bracelet like that (the photo doesn't do it justice, can't capture the iridescence) it needs matching ear rings to balance it.

For just $12.00, the entire set can be yours, but that's a different blog. I sold that one, so you can't have it. I do have it's mate in green, however...

playing for keeps

The most intense, high-stakes game of "I'm Not Touching..." the world has ever seen is being played right now.



Do you see how she is so very deliberately Not Touching anything? Not a single bead or bangle, despite how close her paws and nose are to everything. Since she's Not Touching anything, and is simply lying there, pretending to be asleep, she knows I won't do anything to her. It's in the rules. If she puts one paw on anything I'll pick her up and move her. That's in the rules, too. She knows exactly how far she can push me before I'll do anything and damn, is she right on the lairy edge of what she can get away with.

This is a deadly serious game. In the previous round, every time her paw crept toward the beads I would cover them with my hand, then she would growl her pitiful little growl at me and try to move my hand out of her way. Reach, growl, bat at hand, withdraw. Lather, rinse, repeat.

All without touching anything.