Water As A Weapon
I finally finished a blouse for Abby, a white, more-fitted, raglan-sleeved, 3/4-length-sleeve, cotton top. I trimmed it with a small piece of hairpin lace that has been languishing in the sewing room for years and years. Once it was sewn onto the top, I noticed that it looked really yellowed next to the white cotton. After the blouse was finished, I just washed the whole thing in with the towels to take advantage of the bleach, and the trim whitened up wonderfully. When we go to see her on her birthday, she can try it on, and if it fits, I can make more of them in various colors.
This morning I surprised one of those dratted squirrels up in the fig tree, and I managed to get him pretty thoroughly with the hose. The column in the paper that deals with wildlife says that this is the method of scaring them out of the yard that is recommended. I can't say that I find it very effective, but it certainly is fun and has a big element of payback.