If a cat did this..

You'd call it displacement activity.  It's the sort of thing you do when you can't think what to do, sometimes because there's so much to do, and an upcoming recital to be nervous and anxious about, why did I agree to it, why was I born, etc.  

Sometimes it's in the course of recovering from a nasty reaction to the high dose flu shot, which involved checking in with the CDC, my doctor, the place where I got the shot, and is taking its time going away and hitting my energy and my optimism, too.  And right now it's all of the above.

Anyway, here's my current displacement activity, to wit:

One needlecase from scraps of felt and canvas, stenciled and drawn with metal pens, one cellphone purse, made from a leather patch (thank you, Judy, again) which I folded, stitched and painted, one scarf thing I made for the  top of my bedroom curtains, from items found at the thrift store yesterday.   And the gangshot is of the Heap o' Dolls, Elton's glee club, all piled up on his piano.  

These items are all in the same part of the house, the Ds rocker now in state in my bedroom, complete with conservatory greenery they require, Elton on the bookcase over to the right of this.  They claim it was all their idea, if you like it, that is. If not, it was Boud's doing.

Silly stuff!  I'm easily amused.