So uh, something extremely weird happened last night…
Last night, I opened the baby tank door to feed the baby snails some broccoli, when a tiny shell fell out. Looked like an Aspersa baby shell. I thought maybe one of my baby Aspersas got stuck in some tiny hole or corner of the tank, and died from hunger. But when I looked at the shell (which was a tiny bit harder than shells at this age normally are but still definitely a baby shell, barely over newborn size) something told me there might be life in there. I put it in the tank to see if it moved by the morning.
Well lo and behold, I found it on the broccoli, but still in the shell. I thought maybe it got stuck to one of the bigger babies, and dragged there during feeding. It being alive and getting there by itself just made no sense. But then… I misted it, and…
Surprise Snailio Iglesias! This makes 100% zero sense at all. Where did he come from. Was he in the broccoli bag? Seems unlikely, it was in the fridge. Was he one of my own baby aspersas that slept and just didn’t grow during that time? Makes the most sense but still should be dead.
The world may never know. I’ve isolated him so he can be safe until I see if he grows!
Today I finally made necklaces for all my stuffies that don’t have them! It was nice to have Little time for a change.
I made one for Sugar Lump, though I Littlespace’d too hard and the S is facing the wrong way… 😅 I may fix it later.
And I made one for Apple Juice:
The others are for stuffies I don’t have yet. Well, Toby is here but he is in a box that I can’t open until my birthday. This is his entire outfit including necklace:
Then I made one for my Jellycat worm, Ramen Noodle. It’s probably too big for him, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out.
Finally, not pictured but I made two more, for my Jellycat squirrel Circo and my Anniversary Shades Charlie Bear, whom I’ll be calling Anise. I’ve also put together outfits for them all. I should have Anise this weekend, not sure about the Jellycats since they come from the UK.
My husband had a really amazing surprise for me this week. Just, out of the blue. He got me the second model of the Polaroid camera from Kodocha! (Kodocha is a pretty whack anime from the 90s, google it.)
I just wanted to share a photo because it’s so freaking beautiful. We still have to test it. But if it doesn’t work we will have it refurbished!
Several of you have downloaded my free Rainy Day Babyfur Base on Gumroad and I am having so much fun seeing your lovely takes on this base. I wanted to share my favorites so far. Credit to each user is in the caption!
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It’s sticky and it smells funny and OH MY GOD SHE’S DROOLING
(I still love her, though.)
Just a little something for my sticky friend toddlergirl
Today I went out on my bike. I hadn’t ridden my bicycle for a long time.
I began to ride it in earnest about two years ago, not very long after buying it, when I was going to therapy at the worst of my depression. My therapist told me to ride it every day, early in the morning if needed (because at that time it was raining every day except in the mornings). Just ride it regardless of whether or not I felt like it.
I did it, and it helped with my depression, mostly because I would ride until I hurt all over, for miles and miles under 90°+ heat and sun, punishing my body with the effort and the exhaustion, and then that occupied my mind instead of the emotional pain I was going through. But it also hurt in other, non-physical ways.
My Trek bike will always be intrinsically tied in my mind to the girl who helped me choose it, helped me choose my helmet, helped me choose a variety of supplies for a trip we were going to take together on our bikes, a trip of a lifetime that was fated to never happen. For a long time, I couldn’t ride or look at my bike without immediately thinking of her, which brought me some pretty horrible heartache.
Eventually my friend Mwako would get me my kick scooter, and I rode that a lot more, and set my bike aside. No sad memories attached to my scooter, only happy ones. I’m still deeply fond of it, and ride it often.
As time went by, I completely redecorated my bike. I repainted some areas where the paint had chipped. Added a brand new pink basket and made a second, makeshift backseat basket with a hot pink milk crate. I made a huge heart with the pansexual flag colors out of Perler beads and attached that to the back of the crate. I attached artificial sunflowers to both baskets. I added an obnoxious, yellow squirrel-shaped horn (in addition to the existing, more traditional squirrel bell I already had). I added a rainbow wind spinner. Add to all this that the spokes were covered in hot pink plastic. It looks… as interesting as you might expect.
But even then. I still didn’t ride it for a few months. The pandemic happened, and I think my feelings were still a bit complicated when it came to my dear Verve. But it’s been two years now, a little longer actually, I think. Today I told myself, let’s see if I feel any different.
And blissfully, unexpectedly, I did. Maybe it was just the right kind of day. But I sped down the street like I used to when I was a kid, back when I had my ugly, second hand, rusty little bike, on flip flops, no helmet, going way too fast and not being careful enough. Except of course as an adult I had a helmet, and sneakers, and I was careful. But I had that same happy thrill of feeling like your bike is part of your body, of gliding so effortlessly, and the wind spinner was moving so fast too, and looked so pretty. There was nothing in my mind but that moment. No sad memories.
And then I kinda let my brain go there, tentatively, to the memories, and I realize they don’t hurt anymore. You feel that, and you let your mind go deeper, remembering it all, and then comes the overwhelming relief of realizing painful wounds are healed, fully healed. It used to be if I thought hard enough, I could make the pain come back, like picking at a scab. I guess I wanted it to come back, I knew I did, because the pain was all I had left from those days. If that was gone too, it meant my heart really gave up, and I didn’t want that.
In the end, my heart gave up and moved on without me even realizing it. And that’s okay, I guess. It’s strange to let my mind wander and realize certain memories don’t make me cry anymore. It’s like, that happened, like other things in my life. And now it’s the past.
And with stuff in the past, I can move forward and be happy again. I have a feeling that once these turbulent days that we are all going through are over, some really happy days are coming.
Of course I may be wrong. I could fall down the stairs tonight and die or the house could catch fire or a host of horrible things could go wrong. But it’s all probably going to be okay. And I’m really looking forward to days ahead, to the holidays in whatever form they come, to the election even, bring it! Let it all be done with. And to next year. To conventions whenever they return, and seeing my old friends, and above all: