The truth is that, when you are in charge of a small child, you must choose the kind of project which suits best not only to your new way of life, but to your personality as well.
At first I thought that a repetitive though long work like bead crochet would suffer less from the frequent interruptions to the workflow, so I started working on a bead crochet necklace. Now, this reasoning, albeit flawless, did not agree with me, although it could be all very well for some of you. After some time, I couldn't take it anymore, in spite of the fact that I was very happy with the result. The interruptions made a long work extremely long to the point of being boring. Moreover, I had chosen 13° rocailles and Cébélia cotton n. 40, which slowed down the pace even more. Apparently, my personality needs instant gratification at the expenses of the workflow. (Let's define "instant": in my present condition, it's a week in which I went to bed at midnight everyday in order to finish the earrings on time).
So, since I had guiltily forgotten to buy a birthday present for my best friend, I decided to give a try to this easy and quick project taken from Patrizia Paris' book, I Gioielli in Macramé. The thread is C-Lon, Eggplant and Sky Blue; the beads, both the fire-polished crystals and the bugle beads, are by Guetermann. The interruptions have been tackled by dividing the work into steps, at the end of each one of them a definite part of the owl was completed.
A sad PS: I forgot to give you an update about Scroccocat. I had finally met his (her) presumed owner in March and I took the opportunity to ask her about the cat. I found out that that lady was really the owner, that what I thought was a neutered tomcat was in fact a 15-year-old tabby, and, most of all, that she was not neglected, rather the opposite actually: she had a cat flap she could use at her will (therefore, when she appeared at my door under the pouring rain, with her big eyes glued to the window, she was just acting and very skillfully at that!).
Around September 15 she suddenly disappeared. As soon as I managed to see the owner, about one month later, I asked her about the cat and I was told she had started to hide in secluded places and to refuse eating. They brought her to the vet and discovered she had cancer. After a couple of weeks, they had to put her down. I cried and I still miss her so much. Goodbye, sweetie.