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I spoke about possibly losing my grandmother's furs a few weeks ago. They've since turned up and are being processed for a throw, with plans for a silk backing.
So, making a value judgement (not entirely shamefacedly) the guy on the other end of the phone sounds quite flamingly homosexual. And while we're talking how to back the throw rug that is planned with the furs, he suggests a very tactful, very nice, very safe cream coloured backing for the rug.
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"Is there any reason it couldn't be, I don't know, emerald green velvet silk or something?" I asked, a little apologetically. There wasn't. It was just that their clients didn't usually run towards such dramatic things! I promised that we weren't afraid of colours in our household, and I'd go looking for something that might work.
I ended up handing over some Chinese silk that I bought back in 2012 with the intent of making a quilted doona cover (and never actually got around to doing). There's still plenty of Chinese Silk left. I think I bought about 8 metres of the stuff in various prints. Should probably look at making a dress with some of it at least!
So that's sorted. We might have it in time for next winter. Apparently the process of dealing with the furs requires several months to complete.
My mother did offer to pay half of the costs to get them converted - they were her mother's coats, but she had no use for them, and they've just been carefully preserved for the last thirty-plus years. I'll broach it with her at Christmas.
Speaking of parents, the parentals have returned.
Surprisingly quiet. No calls, no nothing. I should give her a call this evening, maybe.
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There's a woman in my friends group at church who...I kind of get the feeling doesn't like me much. That might just be her demeanour; sometimes she's warm and friendly, but other times she just has this slightly standoffish kind of attitude. I think it's a personality thing, not just me, but sometimes I just feel a little bit out-of-place with her, you know?
I feel like I'm getting more comfortable with some of the guys, though. It helps that at least two of them are geekboys, and I'm familiar with geekboys. Also, they're both pretty sweet on their wives, which is a big plus and d'aww in my books.
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We're going through a bit of a hot spell right now in Sydney - days of 30+ degrees C (80F and above) - and the chickens are not entirely coping.
Speaking of chooks, we lost one the other week. Cancerous growths in her abdomen, so we got her put down. She was the last white one of the flock - Daofu Chicken. She was a recent addition to the flock - only a year and a bit, along with her flockmate Haamyu Chicken. A leghorn cross, she lacked the horn on the leg, but kept the white feathers. She was very soft, but also extremely wary of us when we tried to catch her. She laid large white eggs until she got a hernia and then she got an implant, so no more eggs. Alas, the cancer got her at last, it seems.
RIP Daofu. We only had you a short time, but you were inquisitive and amusing.
So, making a value judgement (not entirely shamefacedly) the guy on the other end of the phone sounds quite flamingly homosexual. And while we're talking how to back the throw rug that is planned with the furs, he suggests a very tactful, very nice, very safe cream coloured backing for the rug.
...
...
...
"Is there any reason it couldn't be, I don't know, emerald green velvet silk or something?" I asked, a little apologetically. There wasn't. It was just that their clients didn't usually run towards such dramatic things! I promised that we weren't afraid of colours in our household, and I'd go looking for something that might work.
I ended up handing over some Chinese silk that I bought back in 2012 with the intent of making a quilted doona cover (and never actually got around to doing). There's still plenty of Chinese Silk left. I think I bought about 8 metres of the stuff in various prints. Should probably look at making a dress with some of it at least!
So that's sorted. We might have it in time for next winter. Apparently the process of dealing with the furs requires several months to complete.
My mother did offer to pay half of the costs to get them converted - they were her mother's coats, but she had no use for them, and they've just been carefully preserved for the last thirty-plus years. I'll broach it with her at Christmas.
Speaking of parents, the parentals have returned.
Surprisingly quiet. No calls, no nothing. I should give her a call this evening, maybe.
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There's a woman in my friends group at church who...I kind of get the feeling doesn't like me much. That might just be her demeanour; sometimes she's warm and friendly, but other times she just has this slightly standoffish kind of attitude. I think it's a personality thing, not just me, but sometimes I just feel a little bit out-of-place with her, you know?
I feel like I'm getting more comfortable with some of the guys, though. It helps that at least two of them are geekboys, and I'm familiar with geekboys. Also, they're both pretty sweet on their wives, which is a big plus and d'aww in my books.
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We're going through a bit of a hot spell right now in Sydney - days of 30+ degrees C (80F and above) - and the chickens are not entirely coping.
Speaking of chooks, we lost one the other week. Cancerous growths in her abdomen, so we got her put down. She was the last white one of the flock - Daofu Chicken. She was a recent addition to the flock - only a year and a bit, along with her flockmate Haamyu Chicken. A leghorn cross, she lacked the horn on the leg, but kept the white feathers. She was very soft, but also extremely wary of us when we tried to catch her. She laid large white eggs until she got a hernia and then she got an implant, so no more eggs. Alas, the cancer got her at last, it seems.
RIP Daofu. We only had you a short time, but you were inquisitive and amusing.
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Sorry to hear about Daofu, but at least she had a good life with you <3
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And yes, she had a good life. (She was one of the 'posties', a duo we got - literally - from the postman.)
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they're both pretty sweet on their wives, which is a big plus and d'aww in my books
Hahaha, that describes a good few of the hockey guys I've made friends with this year: happy to geek out about hockey for hours, also utterly smitten in their respective relationships (and their wives/girlfriends all seem lovely too).
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It really is.
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Sorry abut Daofu.