Owl and Pussycat embroidered cushions (hand embroidered by Mary Addison)
For a day or two I put the embroidered owl and pussycat to one side, irritated that in my rush to finish them (so they could be given to my grandchildren when they visited a week ago) I hadn’t got the shape of the cushions quite right.
Owl embroidered cushion (hand embroidered by Mary Addison)
I soon remembered to make the cushions bigger than you think so that when head and body of the animals are plumped up by the pads of feathers beneath, the heads are clearly visible and details don’t disappear over the curving edge as if they’ve had a really bad facelift.
Pussycat embroidered cushion (hand embroidered by Mary Addison)
My husband and I then withdrew to the garden to fill the pads with feathers. Fortunately, recently, it has been warm and dry with little wind, so we managed to keep feather loss minimal and anyway hoped that what we had lost would be picked up by an observant bird needing to improve the Tog rating of its recently made nest.
Owl and Pussycat embroidered cushions (hand embroidered by Mary Addison)
Having both been at home with no break away for the past year seems to have had a remarkable effect on our cat. (I say our but she was Daughter No 3’s until the logistics of going to university got in the way.) Previously Gin (not a name I would have given her, obviously) has always been devoted to my husband – by whose hand she is usually fed, which may have something to do with the devotion. When not asleep in her lair under our bed or tucked in a corner by the bookshelves in our tiny study she will appear and seek out my husband to gaze at him with unparalleled adoration. If he’s sitting on the sofa, she will often jump up to join him and she’ll also do this when he sneaks upstairs for a nap on the bed – only to leap down, of course, should I get too close. When coming to the sofa in the evening, she has taken to patting him insistently with a gentle paw until he strokes her, the patting repeated should the stroking stop before she wants it to. As this can be somewhat tiresome when a chap just wants to relax and get on with something else, I have tried to ease this burden of too great love by attempting to stroke her myself … and to my surprise she has let me. From time to time I even get the urgent patting of a not too particular paw and this I take as a great compliment and something of a triumph. It won’t continue. Tonight we must put on her anti flea collar which she won’t enjoy at all and it’ll be back to square one.
Jab No 2 this morning. Four hours later, all is ok so far.
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Good to know you’ve had your second jab – but I really hope the rapprochement with Gin survives the flea collar!
I’m embarrassed to admit the flea collar has yet to be attempted.
Your reminder of what I said I was going to do is forcing me to go now and find the new one which I shall put prominently where we can see it when Gin comes to sit with us this evening. Thank you.
Our dog is the same way. She is in love with my husband. She likes me, but it is always him first! So happy for you that you got your second shot, and the cushions really turned out wonderfully. I’m afraid I didn’t quite picture them well with just the embroidery. Very cute!
You just live with an animal’s preferences and accept whatever affection comes your way, don’t you?
So kind of you to say the embroideries have translated well into cushions. Thank you Amara.
The finished products are great – now you can make them a beautiful pea green boat! We have a beautifully illustrated edition of children’s poetry around here somewhere with a picture of this duo going off to sea – a great favorite of mine, I need to look for it.
I especially like the honeysuckle.
ceci
Thank you, Ceci. Yes, I had thought about the boat but as the owl and the pussycat will lie on different beds in rooms on different floors of the house, I think I can get away with not doing the boat!
Just can’t resist embroidering honeysuckle!