The bottle cap basket my brother brought back from Africa for me a couple of years ago. Quilt in progress in the background.
Bottle cap magnets made together with the boys with paint, glitter, stamps, stickers, epoxy (Can I tell you how much I love having a wood shop right next door full of large quantities of all those good supplies such as epoxy, sandpaper, foam brushes, masking tape, rolls of plastic drop cloth, and more all readily at hand and in bulk quantities?)
E with bottle cap shaker/rattle that R made with me a few years ago.
One of the bottlecap snakes made by the boys last month. Idea found here. As a friend of mine called it, "arts and crafts for the kids of alcoholics." Ouch. In my defense, it took us more than a year to collect enough bottlecaps to make two snakes this long, although I guess we weren't all that diligent in our collecting. I was hard pressed to find two wine bottle corks so had too break one in half. The rest became korkenisse last Christmastime.
The real snake that I first saw here in this neglected, weedy part of the yard on the southwestern side of the house in the hot, afternoon sun. It slithered away from me,hiding down in the drainage rocks up close to the house, right next to where it had sluffed off and left a skin. We've since seen it hiding amongst the rocks and flowers on the southeastern side of the house, nearer the front door. Between the big toad living in the mudroom and now this garter snake, hopefully they're taking care of a good part of the mosquitos, slugs, and other insects pesky to humans and gardens. I'm crossing my fingers the snake won't discover the toad for it's next meal but I suppose that's just the way of things, now, isn't it?