Gulp

Every week we spend time with our always interesting, very special and somewhat eccentric friend Dima. His big thing for several years now has been gathering and drying many different plants and then making various tinctures, extracts and teas which he consumes himself and also generously shares with interested parties. (Aside: It's his "fireweed extract" that has significantly diminished my migraines. Hooray!)
He's also a huge fan of cottage cheese-based fruit smoothies for supper (Delicious!), mutton (Also Yum although four+ meals a week of it is a bit much maybe) and homemade raw fresh-squeezed fruit juices. His latest juice love is mixing various fruit juices with the juice of an onion. All freshly squeezed (or maybe "pressed" or "squashed" are better choices; I'm not sure you can "squeeze" an onion...) So,  in spite of not liking raw onions at all (because they really really upset my stomach and leave me feeling queasy and yucky for hours), because I'm a sucker and he's a good salesman, I tried a spoonful of it. Apple,  pear and onion. And felt rotten all night. I don't exactly recommend it. Ugh.

There's a tumbochka, too

That little divanchyk settee thing is part of a set. There's a little (well really,  it's kind of big, heavy and awkward) low table on wheels with storage underneath, too. Since the storage is only accessible by lifting the very heavy wooden top,  it's empty- except for a set of dirty sheers belonging to the landlord. In any case,  this brilliant piece of Soviet craftsmanship was the same red and black checked pattern as that poor divanchyk/settee- Oooo- ugly. So I also took the curtain and sleeping bag liner leftovers to it and,  with the help of that fabulous staple gun, gave it a new outlook on life.
And no, as someone noted in the comments a couple posts back- There are no before pix. None. Zip. Zero. I guess I was just too excited to stop long enough to do that.
Ahem.
And there are 2 more covered pillows now, both inflatable and fairly unexciting... although both tie shut with darling little ribbons. And that plain white pillow top got a simple white hankie with a simple blue  embroidered peacock stitched to the top. Sometime,  somewhere I got a ton of hankies,  mostly pretty... and I don't use hankies. They're fun little pretty-me-ups. And there are no pix of these newly-altered pillows. :-)

Oh the pillows?

Well yes,  I've been working on those pillows. As sometimes happens,  our plans for today were canceled. Everyone's looking out for the army these days and today was some big something or other to raise funds for the army. So people did that instead of come to our place. So I spent a good part of the afternoon working on this pillow. It's simple, yes I know. It has piping,  though. Some I made this time. And,  uh, it took me awhile to find the right presser-foot for the sewing machine and then to find the right cording for the piping (Are you taking note, Charlene?! You're absolutely right, It's The Piping!!)

Plus there was a simple square feather pillow to do (it needed a new casing as well as a new cover). And then there was the fun little new pillow! For a long time,  there  have been  four little, basically useless, tiny roundish neck-type pillows floating around this room. Noone ever used them and,  like everything else,  they matched nothing. K latched onto the foam one when she saw what kind peril it was in; I nabbed the other three  and had a party! One was regular fiberfill batting; one was  stuffed with puffy poly fiber balls; the last was stuffed with what looks like the hulls from something like millet. I made a casing,  put it all inside,  mooshed it around to a pleasant consistency and sewed it shut... and then made the cover. There 

are two more to go. :-)