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.
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
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
Chat Noir Blessings To All!