Sigyn has decided color preferences

Aack! More Ribbon!

Sigyn, in that sweet, pretty, pleading way she has, convinced me to stay and help her look at more ribbons.

Sigh.  I can deny her nothing.  At least, since it’s the book with the Yule ribbon in it, there’s a good chance there may be some green samples.  Perhaps I can find something to replace my cloak, which has become a bit threadbare about the hem.

Sigyn has lost no time finding something she really likes.

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I am willing to admit that’s a lovely ribbon.  But it’s so w  i  d  e, my love!  What would you do with it?  Make a fancy runner carpet for the hallway?

This one, now…

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Lovely color.  Non-girly name.  And the gold edging just puts it over the top.  I wonder if  the human female’s friend would notice if I helped myself to the sample?

Odin’s eyepatch!  If there was ever any doubt how degenerate, how morally bankrupt, how utterly lacking in good taste Midgardians are, I think I need only offer this sample page as evidence:

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Lime green and glitter!  And lime green glitter!  When did LIME GREEN come to be a Yule color?!  And haven’t I heard somewhere that glitter is bad for the environment?  It’s certainly bad for tidy housekeeping!  That stuff sheds everywhere!  And it multiplies!  One speck of glitter today; a sparkling cat and twinkly underwear tomorrow!

On second thought, I’ll take a case.  As a….a gift.  Yes, that’s it…

Sigyn is a big fan of wire-edged ribbon, since it can be induced to hold its shape.  It’s handy for wrapping plant pots, making big, loopy bows, and so on.

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And evidently also constructing diaphanous play tents.

Which are lime green and glittery.  Figures.

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The Girliest Thing Ever

A friend of the human female’s is visiting.  They’ve been friends for decades, which is mind-boggling.  Not in an “Oh, my!  How the years have flown!” sort of way, but in an “I can’t believe anyone has known the human female that long and hasn’t run screaming for the hills,” sort of way.

Sigyn is excited to meet this friend.  They have a lot in common–they both like to bake, like flowers, like books and cats, and have a penchant for flowery hats.

Recently, this friend has taken a new job, one that involves selling ribbons and folderols, mainly to florists.  For the tying of posies, one presumes.  She has brought her sample books for Sigyn and the human female to peruse.  Faugh!  Sounds like a girly evening.  I’d take myself off into another dimension and give all the squeeing a miss, but I do like to keep an eye on Sigyn. Very well.  I shall stay, but I refuse to be drawn into any discussion of the relative merits of double-faced satin vs. grossgrain. (I am embarrassed I even know those terms.)

The sample books are huge.  Here, my love.  Let me open that for you.

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Sigyn, predictably, has bypassed the rainbow and gone straight for her favorite color.

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This page, if I could get rid of all the urply purple stuff, would be just about perfect.

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Great Frigga’s corset!  Sigyn, I know you like to pet soft things, but the velvetness of this one…

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…doesn’t make up for its utter, alarming PINKNESS.  For the love of Fenrir, turn the page!!

Augh!  This page is no better!  My eyes!  My eyes!

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If you put that in a funeral floral arrangement, it’d wake the very dead.

Hmm.  Perhaps that’s its purpose.  Fine, then!  I shall take a roll of the green, just in case of any future life-threatening mishaps.  Or in case I find any good roadkill I wish to reanimate for humorous purposes…

What’s this?  Burlap and lace?!

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No, and NO, and NO.  Loki does not “do” lace.  Ladies, it’s all yours.  I’m out of here!

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Bet You Thought We Forgot, Part II: Here’s Where All The Color Is

I had such fun turning the fine but boringly colored glass green that I have decided to color ALL the objects in the exhibit!   What colors should I make them, Sigyn?  Besides red,  that is.  Red is a given.

Rats!  Someone has beaten me to it.  The other rooms of the museum are full of colored pieces.

There are swirly pastel ones.

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Great Frigga’s Corset!  Sigyn, look at these–swirly AND pastel AND pushed into flower shapes:

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Sigyn likes the red bowl with the crimpy mouth and the…

…the mutant daisies.  Whatever they are, she likes them.

Beloved, did you see the case full of iridescent—–

Sigyn?  Sigyn!  Siiiiigyyyyyyyn…….

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Sleipnir’s fetlocks!! 

Completely mesmerized by that glorious, beetle-wing iridescent finish!  I don’t blame her.  It’s gorgeous stuff.  I mean,  the cameo glass is well-done, but look at how the blue-green pieces just glow.

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Time to play our favorite game.  Sigyn, if you had to pick just one piece, which would it be?

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Just as I thought–Sigyn likes the red, beflowered, flat, round vessel that’s so silly it’s actually sort of cute.   Me, I’d be happy with one of the magnificent blue-green vases or else the green cut-glass vase I made yesterday.

Ah, who am I kidding?  I’ll sneak back in here tonight and help myself to five or six pretty trinkets.

Happy Yule, dearest!

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Adventures in Marketing

There is a new market in town!  It is not a Large Market, but it is pretty big.  On one hand, it is going to tie up traffic on one of the few good north-south roads. I predict there will be a new accident every day.  On the other hand, all of the shopping carts still have straight wheels!  (I will be attending to that shortly.  Bending one wheel on each cart is a particular joy of mine.)

The Grand Opening crowd is huge.  The humans have already met four or five people they know.

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Sigyn is quite taken with the floral department.  The displays are sorted by color, and the white hydrangeas are “just so fluffy!”

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But nothing beats old-fashioned red roses.

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I am checking out the produce section for anything weird.

Odin’s eypatch!  I haven’t seen one of these in a while!

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I think I will demand that the human female purchase one and learn how to prepare it properly.  (I don’t particularly want to eat it.  I just want to watch her struggle with it!)

Somehow we have ended up on the aisle with playthings for littles.

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Tsk! Goofy, and not at all to scale.

Augh!

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Unhand my beloved you phocomelioid menace,  or these will be your LAST moments!

Hang on, sweetie, Loki’s coming!

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My Favorite Fall Color, Part II: Mostly Yellow (Sigyn Speaks)

I know, I know!  I don’t usually post two days in a row, but I just love fall flowers so much!!

Yesterday I showed you the red ones, and they were beautiful, but fall is also the time for my second favorite color.  Yellow!

No one can be uncheered with sunflowers around.

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They followed the human female home from work as seeds in a bucket of  pressed-flower compost material.  Now they’re all over the lot, mostly because the human female leaves them up until the birds have nibbled out all of the seeds at the end of the season.  Those birds spill quite a few seeds (messy eaters!), so there are always more the next year.

She grew this senna from a tiny seed.  Well, a big-enough seed, I guess, because it makes beans, but tiny when compared with the overall size of the plant.

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The whole bush is about six feet tall now.  It’s not terribly cold hardy, but the flowers are such a nice color!

And the flowers of this tropical milkweed are double-extra pretty because they are red AND yellow.  The butterflies love them!   They have an icky-sticky sap, though, so I’m always careful touching them. 

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Don’t the flowers look like they’ve been made by a cake-decorating frosting tip?

In the front flower bed, the red and yellow lantanas are growing next to one another.  The “red” ones are such a nice color.  They start out nearly yellow and age through to red.

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And look at the flower buds!  They’re rectangular, which is something I’ve always thought is really, really cool.

There is a lot of yellow going on outside the yard, too.

“Bitterweed” is such an ugly name for such beautiful flowers.  It’s called that because cows who have eaten it give bitter milk.  But there aren’t any cows in the neighborhood, so we don’t have to worry too much about that!

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I really like how the ray florets have scalloped tips.  Fun botany fact:  what looks like an individual flower is really a whole cluster of tinier flowers.  I love all the flowers!

Which is good, because the park on the corner…

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is sort of awash with them!

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My Favorite Fall Color, Part I: Mostly Red (Sigyn Speaks)

It’s here!  It’s really here!

At long last, the calendar and East Texas are in synch–IT’S FALL!!!

The days are still warm, but I think, I think, we’ve seen the last of the really nasty heat.  The mornings are cool, the nights are sleepable, the mockingbirds are singing and swooping for territory, and it has done nothing recently but rain.  (The lawn is so happy!)

Loki and I are out for a little walk between showers.  The neighborhood is fine, but there is a lot to see right around the house.  And a lot of it is RED!

I would know it is fall if this was the only plant I saw.

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Schoolhouse lilies!  They just pop right up without leaves.  The first ones nose their way up out of the grass every year when the fall semester starts.  The human female says she started with three bulbs.   There must be many more of them by now, because the flowers pop up a few every day for weeks.  I just want to hug them!

This red sage flowers off and on all year, but it really likes fall best.

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The hummingbirds like it a lot, and so do I!  It’s pretty good for dangling.

The hummers like the Turk’s cap even better.

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I’ve always wanted to pet a hummingbird–they are just too cute, and they have the sweetest little squeaky voices!  Maybe if I put up a feeder and sat on it…

The humming birds like the morning-glories, too.  They aren’t red, but they are native, which is a good thing.

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They’ve crawled all over the compost heap’s enclosure, scrambled up the sapling hackberry by the driveway, and climbed into the neighbor’s holly tree.

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It’s very festive every morning!

They have spread down the side of the house and overrun the iris bed and the little, useless fencey bit.

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Not to mention the other side of the fencey bit and the rest of the irises.

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There are some in the front yard as well.  It all comes of not weeding very much, but what a happy accident!

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Gastronomy Week, Part III: Revisiting An Old Favorito and Meeting Some WFOUS

The humans are taking the daughter of an old friend out to eat.  Poor thing–she’s just started attending Texas A&M and the humans have adopted her.  I can’t think of anything more terrifying.  But they do tend to feed their friends, so today they are introducing the child to the little local Cafe Centroamericano.

We have eaten here before.  Or, rather, the humans ate and I had Grave Misgivings.  Today, I might just try the food, having read that pupusas are actually just little corny pillows full of meat and cheese and that “cacahuate” indicates “peanutty goodness.”

Mmm.  There are chips and salsa for snacking while waiting for our food.  I always approve of chips and salsa.  There are no chips or salsa on Asgard or in Jotunheim.  It’s one of the few things Midgard really has going for it.

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Since we were here last, the eatery has acquired some WFOUS–Wooden Fruits of Unusual Size. This strawberry is large enough to recline in!

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This one, I believe, is supposed to be a papaya.  I have never had a papaya…

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…and since the human female describes them as a “cross between kerosene and barf,” I think I will remain content in my ignorance.

I have no idea what this one is supposed to be.

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The human female has identified it as a cashew apple.  She says the curly bit on top’s where the cashew “nut” comes from, but I think she’s making the whole thing up.  It looks like a mango with a goiter, if you ask me.

The cafe has a shelf or two of grocery items.  Sigyn, let’s take a look, since our food is not quite done yet.

Sigyn, of course, has gravitated to whatever is labeled in red.

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My Allspeak tells me that this half-clad fish-lass is hawking sardines in a chili-laced tomato sauce.  It falters, though, on “pica pica,” suggesting that that means…. “pica pica.”  Whatever.  I’m not inclined to sample.

You could be forgiven for thinking that a Central American cafe would stock mostly, well, Central-American items.

But no.

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What even?

May I be excused?  My brain hurts.

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