RBG

 She lives on in felt.

You've gotta know she's rolling over in her grave.

This one is a gift for someone who's a big fan.  It should be arriving today with the speed of a mail-in ballot.

A mixed bag

 A short walk around the neighborhood this morning gave me quite a fright.  A snake among the pumpkins!  But not to worry.  It was a squash, or a gourd, or something.  Guaranteed to keep the little goblins away.

After a road trip earlier this week to visit my friend other Marcia for some of her great homemade pizza, and an envelope-making tutorial, I came home and made these:

It was a chance to recycle some of my old craft magazines.  Now I'm going to have to send more cards and write more letters.  Thanks, Marcia, for a new hobby!

I took along a "thank-you" ghost for her to add to her collection of my other critters that she's so graciously strewn around her house.  (Sorry I didn't take some time to prepare a more colorful backdrop.)

I've added a few more pieces to my patchwork thingy.  The patches on the left are the newest ones--in fall colors.  At some point, after it reaches a certain size, I will decide what it will be.  Meanwhile, I'm giving thought to harvesting a few old garments from various closets to add to the piece.  

The weather people say the colors are at their peak here in Connecticut but Mr. Gadget and I don't agree.  There's still plenty of green in the trees.  It is beautiful though and shouldn't be long.  There are some sunny days ahead and even a couple of days forecasted to be in the 70's.  Nothing makes a California gal happier than east coast colors with west coast weather!

Fall in the Treehouse

 

Now that it's October it's time to make ghosts.  This is what I've got so far.  

So, I mentioned that Big City Girl spent this past weekend with us. A strange thing happened on Sunday morning and, since I'm already talking about ghosts, here are the spooky details.  Mr. Gadget and I were relating a few stories about interesting and unusual occurrences that happen in the condo from time to time.  One of those is the mysterious activity of the ceiling fan in the guest room. Sometimes it goes on by itself.

"Oh wow!" BCG exclaimed.  "It was on when I woke up and I don't remember turning it on."  After some discussion we concluded it was possible that someone in the condo next door (a mirror image of ours and just across a grassy area) turned one on with their remote control and it reached across the grass and turned ours on too.

Mr. Gadget, who doesn't believe in any of this nonsense, promptly got up out of his chair and walked over to turn off the wall switch.  "Now there's no power to the fan," he said.  "No way will that happen again."  But if it did, he assured us, he would be leaving the house without stopping to pack a suitcase.