Now, I ask you: is this not '60s chic at its finest?
Just look at that fruit salad-y lid! Not to mention the fingermarks and grime from many years of use!
What's in it, you ask? What does one keep in this little treasure, now that the recipes have gone to a bigger and more complex box?
This, my children, is how we kept track of yarn in the days pre-Ravelry. Pre-computer, even. Index cards, with the yarn data on the front and a nice little piece Scotch-taped to the back. Filed in a little tin box.
And if you're a cat, this is what you do on a sunny January Monday while your peeps are hard at work. You supervise the traffic on the street, or you snooze. 'Cause your buddy is on guard.
When the knit content is low, I can always count on a flower photo or two for distraction, right?
The camellias are blooming. These first two pictures are of the same bush: it has both speckled and white blossoms. I'd say it's because it was grafted, but sometimes the two different colors are on the same branch.
It's pretty--reminds me of peppermint candy!
In case you were wondering how ol' Padua is doing after his (expensive) traumatic holidays, here he is, doing what he does best:
keeping the sofa warm. He seems to be doing fine. He eats up a storm, drinks water by the gallons, and still begs for treats. He probably should go back for a checkup soon, just to make sure his numbers are on track.
Do you think this boy has enough fur to keep him warm?