I'm glad I bought two skeins of yarn for this; I'm going to have to break into the second one for the second arm. (I can use the remainder on Dr. Whooves, though, for his collar).
The body is huge and took a very long time to work up. (The legs are tiny and were very fast, and the arms are pretty fast because they're interesting to do.)
There are "pads" or "pieces" to go over his elbows and hips, made of felt. But his face is minimal - the eyes are already in and I just have to embroider the line (circuitry?) connecting them.
2. These are the little "mill" sugar-and-creamers I found at the antique shop. I'm going to have to reassemble my Ponyville - I had to take it down when the air conditioning guys needed to work around that window, first to run an extension cord out it, and then to put the loaner unit in.
3. Also from the same antique shop, here's the Yosemite plate. It's my favorite kind, it has scenes around the rim from the location. I have a ridiculous number of these plates up on my bathroom wall but they make me so happy:
4. A Pony thing. Target had some of their Pony stuff on sale, including "exclusive" "Wild Rainbow" brushable Cutie Mark Crusaders.
They don't look totally like themselves because the two (Scootaloo and Apple Bloom) who have single-colored hair in the show have an added on streak of blue hair. (Sweetie Belle normally has parti-colored hair). But still, I like them. There's something satisfying about something so small:
"It's dangerous to go alone: take this."
I was going to just get Scootaloo (the first one I saw), but really, the fun of these is having the set.
The smallness is largely what makes them appealing to me. (They all come with accessories: Sweetie Belle has a "bracelet" and a clip-on barrette, Apple Bloom has a couple of apples and a rodeo ribbon, and Scootaloo has a clip-on bandana and, inexplicably, a teddy bear).
Oh, and the French for Cutie Mark Crusaders is "Les Chercheuses de Talent." Literally, the searchers (female form used here) of talent - the Talent Searchers, which is actually pretty good. And in English that would be kind of a pun, on "talent search". (And it avoids any possible negative connotations "Crusaders" has in some circles).
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Church wound up being interesting. Well, not quite how I expected it was going to be. We had a couple of baptisms (kids joining, and their dad in with them, partly for moral support, partly because he was baptized as a baby and wanted to remember his baptism). Luckily that was at the start.
Because about midway through the sermon, the power went out. (We were having a terrific rainstorm, maybe about 2" of water per hour or so). The minister cut the sermon slightly short, the pianist decided to switch the offertory to "Amazing Grace" (on the grounds that we could all sing that without having to look at the words, and also, she could play it by heart), and we did communion with just candles.
I HOPE it was a short-lived/localized outage and not something else (we've had roof leaks, and I hope it didn't affect the electrical) because when I got home, fully expecting my power to be off (I live some four blocks from church), I came in to a droning dehumidifier and clocks that weren't off.
One comment the minister did made on Events of the World: that when the world gets dark, that's when believers (And others, I think, even people who aren't believers) really notice the light. And I think there's truth in that, and I think it's good that there's been some emphasis placed on the forgiving reactions of the victims' families, and on the peaceful reaction of people - that they want to be able to drive out hate with love. (I admit I'm still disbelieving that a person could sit with a Bible study class for an hour, and even have them pray with him, and still do what he did. Oh, I'm sure that's how it happened, it's just, it seems so horrific to me.)
One thing I was thinking the other day: hate will destroy itself so that it can destroy the thing it hates. But love, love will willingly give up its life so that the thing it loves may live. And that's where love is stronger (and tougher, and more abiding) than hate, I think.
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