Chat Noir

 The weekend is almost already over.

Where did the time go?

Are you wondering what Chat Noir means?

Well it is French for Black Cat.

This is the name I chose for my latest kitty.

I always start my creations with a drawing.

Some make it to fruition,

while others go back to the drawing board. LOL  

So if you look at my drawing,

I wanted a polka dot fabric in the middle.

 Now I did change up his nose quite a bit.

Added button for eyes instead of stitching them.

Plus no mouth.

Another change was this pumpkin.

I originally was going to have a hang tag

read the word cat in the rune stone alphabet.

I was not keen on that after awhile as it 

dawned on me others probably 

would not know what it meant.

Therefore instead of a jack o lantern

hanging from his right arm,

I just made a simple pumpkin out of wool

where the hang tag was going to be.

Then I realized he was naked. LOL

Missing his whiskers.

Plus my original drawing had an orange

fabric scarf around his neck.

I opted for this blue wool herringbone.

Orange and blue compliment one another.

Meet Chat Noir.

He was such a hit, I only have one left.

I received bad news yesterday

 from one of my suppliers.

This is the email.

Due to higher shipping costs 

and the uncertainty of the economy,

we have made the difficult decision to shut our doors.

We will fulfill any orders outstanding.

A big thank you to our customers for 20 years

serving you.

How sad it it for mom and pop suppliers

to shut down.

I am sure the big box stores will survive 

the higher costs of shipping,

but its those intermediary suppliers

who will not I am afraid.

I know I have not purchased as much

inventory this coming holidays

as I did last year.

Shipping has almost doubled,

so I have to purchase wisely.

It all sucks.

For some humorous news,

there was a squirrel who was scampering 

down the sidewalk.

He past our antique store,

but stopped dead in his tracks before

heading past our store because their were

folks outside at the next store.

Turning around to go back the other way,

he met Bob going around the corner from

our parking lot to our antique store.

Well this squirrel was in a pickle.

Not knowing where to go to now,

 he ran into our antique store.

We leave the door open on nice days.

Bob had to get inside and chase him out

before he broke something.

He did run out thankfully without

breaking anything.

Chat Noir Blessings To All!

Janice