A very Happy Birthday to Sheila of Ephemera!!! This is my outfit for her super-stylin' party (Hi everybody!!! HI!), what I wore yesterday to an afternoon wedding where Beary was best man, and with which I'm making an appearance at Patti's for Visible Monday as well! Hard-working duds - good thing they're comfortable too. Remember what I said about shorter posts upcoming? Ah well, it'll have to be after this one.
|yellow purse with heart clasp: Fashion Express, Winners|
fishnet tights: Calvin Klein, local discount / overstock store
shoes: Fluevog Mini Dollface, worn here
|red corduroy jacket: Live a Little, thrifted (new with tags), DIY-shortened|
dress: Retrolicious, ModCloth
Forgot to take un-jacketed photos, but the dress is the same style as the one worn here (which I liked so much that when this bird-print version came out, Aw, DAMMIT - I had to have it too). Look! I am wearing hearts and pink with my birds and flowers.
|buttonflower: Megan Mae Designs|
This jacket is a perfect colour, but was originally an awkward length and quite voluminous - challenging to style, and I could appreciate why someone might give it up unworn. I wore it a few times as it was anyhow, decided to get it shortened, then of course ran out of time to get help from my alterations lady before wanting to pair it with this dress.
Unaltered, it was just TOO poofy-over-floofy, so I started by safety-pinning the hem up underneath to the yoke in back, executed several additional complex feats of creative safety-pin-origami, and finished with a bit of basting along the front and new hem. The interior is a total dog's breakfast, but it was good enough to get me though the day. I so admire y'all who have actual sewing skills!
This is me and Beary at the wedding, where he entertained us during the photo shoot with his renditions of "attacked by birds" and "Blue Steel". The forecast was for sunny and 18C, but the day turned out overcast and 4C, hence my over-the-head car blanket at the park. I am glad I also ran out of time to cut my hair, brr! The event itself was really lovely.
Things do happen all at once, as is often the way. Beneath our smiles and celebration, Beary and I were heavy-hearted, as the night before we'd had to say goodbye to our dear hen, Mrs. Rosie Guidolin, who'd been needing special care and accommodation these last few months. She was named for my kindergarten teacher, and we most often called her Mrs. Guidolin, Guids, Little G, or G-Bear.
Right from day-old-chick-dom, she was the most frail of our birds, though for the first year of her life she better-than held her own in the pecking order. She was the prettiest, and lorded it over all the other girls. Mrs. Guidolin also had the sweetest wee voice, and would sing to her (palest pink, of course!) eggs with a deep crooning.
Neither of us had chickens growing up, and were unprepared for them to be such engaging and comical creatures. Terry Golson of The HenCam describes chickens as "forever curious, optimistic, and in the moment," and it's true that their approach to life essentially asks two questions: What is it? and Is it delicious?
Though she had a number of things going on which made her life complicated, Little G was a very determined hen. For as long as she was having some joy in life, and was willing to try, well then, we tried too. Lowered perch, ramp to the nest box, a protected grassy area of the run with communal food and water to keep her safe but not isolated, and whatever nutritional treats would perk her appetite and help her keep weight on. She molted early, but grew in her new feathers like a rock star.
Beary and I only half-jokingly repeat the words of a woman on a chicken-keeping message board whose husband balked at the expense of taking a $4 chicken to the vet: "... so I just told him, they are OUR LADIES ..." We feel glad to have had the care of G-Bear, the sweet peeper whose feathers were so golden and curly, and who accepted us into her flock when she could no longer be housed with the other hens.
|Little G perched on my shoulder. |
I could never quite capture how beautifully the sun lit her feathers.
If y'all would just give your loved ones and precious friends - of any species - an extra squeeze for me today, I would greatly appreciate it. More photos and video below the jump.
|Guids laid the palest of pinky-brown eggs - hers is top row, right.|
|G-Bear, our champion sun-bather|
This is a short video of our hens dust-bathing, which is their happiest activity ever (though tearing up the gardens, slurping worms after it rains, and June bug season are pretty awesome too). Chickens love to dig holes in which they roll around, flap, and kick dirt all over each other. "Hen party," right? Mrs. Guidolin makes her appearance vocally at 0:25 then provides all of the the chatty narration - that is G who jumps into my lap for her close-up.
|You go on now, little hen.|
Thanks for reading, friends. xo