So then, a shot of the odd pockets, as promised:
What's hard to make out, because my camera is very balky about shooting close-ups and details, is the way the pocket has been seamed on the bias in the striped fabric/short smock view - definitely not dowdy.
I don't know if dressing like this would make me any more enthused about housework, but gosh, it's worth a try, right?
Meanwhile, rain has delayed woodcutting operations (it's getting to be that time of year, when i start to look longingly at the woodstove...) and i think the weather has also encouraged a mighty nap vortex amongst the felines. Fitzgerald and the as-yet-to-be-properly-named tabby kitten have curled up and passed out on the shabby overstuffed chair.
Momcat and the rest of the litter took off a few days ago, presumably to complete the kittens' education in the hunting arts. For whatever reason, this little guy stayed behind, and Fitz has taken over mothering duties for him. It's all pretty overwhelmingly cute. You've been warned.