Cotty & "Homemade" Magnets

This is me holding Cotton (very awkwardly) many years ago.

 

I mentioned Cotty in these posts as well:

http://winniesgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/cotty-cat.html

http://winniesgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-cat-mail-from-slab-city.html

He was such a sweet cat.

He passed away in 2009 at the ripe old age of 19. 

As you can see, he had been with me for most of my life.

 

I made the four magnets holding up the picture from buttons I received or bought. I had the Letter Writers Alliance button on my purse for a long time, but the pin part finally became damaged, so I turned it into a magnet like the others. I added a little piece of ribbon to the Swap-Bot magnet. 

 

The process is very easy with most cheaply made buttons. Just remove the pin at the back and superglue the button onto a small round magnet. I think I bought my magnets at our local hardware store. The LWA pin was better made than the others and required more effort to remove the pin, but the others were very easy.

My Cat & Mail from Slab City

The top card is from my mom and features our cat, Cotton, who passed away 2 years ago at 19.  He was such a sweetie, and I love that photo of him.

 

Here at the bottom is a letter from my friend Abby when she was in Slab City. The photo she sent shows Salvation Mountain with a mailbox in the foreground. If you peer closely you can see a letter that I sent Abby sitting on top of the mailbox!

Old Sketchbook ---> Mailart

Not too long ago I found an old sketchbook of mine and decided to turn it into some mailart and send it to my parents.  The first photo is of an unfinished sketch I did of my cat, Cotty. He passed away about a year and a half ago. You can see his photo in this post. His leg was broken when he was a kitten, and it healed straight.  Despite being unable to bend that leg, he lived outdoors, was quite the hunter and was able to climb trees. He lived to age 19.

The envelope was made from a sketch I did of the field in Wisconsin where my horse and the mules grazed.  After feeding the animals, I would lean against the shed and look out at this field and our neighbor's barn and scratch Cotty.  These sketches have a lot of meaning for me because they are tied to memories of my animals.