This could be my catch up on three missed Days Of Creativity, but I prefer to think of it as …
VARIATIONS ON A BUTTERFLY THEME
In other words, I decided to fold three different Butterflies all based on the same butterfly folding pattern, but using different thicknesses, types and colors of folding paper.
I used the double- weight paper with a star pattern on one side and white on the other for my first variation. Thick paper is stiffer and harder to fold.
MONDAY – DAY 21 – THE SUNSET BUTTERFLYI used a glossy coated paper with a different shade of red on each side. The glossy paper is a little harder to fold and photograph due to light reflection. But it did produce a butterfly closest to the original pattern.
So, which variation do you like best.
My Pretty In Pink Butterfly
It also inspired me to get out of the house and enjoy the day which I will tell you about in my next post.
THE WHITE TIGER STRIPED BUTTERFLY
That right, I’m offering a fantasy butterfly of my imagination. OK, I had a sheet of folding paper at the bottom of my paper box that was covered with zebra stripes, and I decided to either use it or throw it away. So waste not, want not!
So I spent a good part of the day at the veterinary hospital with my faithful friend, Mlle. Renee. No problem, just a follow-up visit for last week’s ear infection. And she passed with flying color. (Renee is golden brown from head to toe with the exception of the white tip of her tail and her spotted right front boot of white with tan freckles. We had a long wait because the office was crowded. All the staff spoils her with pats, and naturally she works the crowd. The infection is all cleared up, and the swelling of her ear caused by the broken blood vessel is almost all back to normal.The vet did discover that the point on one of her rear teeth was broken off and advised extraction before the nerve becomes exposed. (They could put a cap on it for about a thousand bucks, but he advised extraction.) And my wallet agreed!
And that was my Thursday! And the weather is still amazingly cool for July!
MY LAUGH OF THE DAY!
While I was waiting for the vet, a woman with three little boys came in and the oldest climbed onto the dog scale and shouted, “Mom, I weigh 50 dog pounds!”
THE BUSTER BROWN BUTTERFLY
Today’s butterfly was inspired by childhood memories. When I was a kid my mother and father would walk down Saint Louis Avenue to 14th Street. Back in the post war 40’s 14th Street was a bustling shopping area in North Saint Louis. The hadn’t invented shopping centers back then. So, if you were shopping, you either went downtown where the department stores were or you went to 14th Street or Grand Avenue on the Near North Side. They also had shopping areas on the south side of the city … but to shop there required a long streetcar ride. So 14th Street was closest for us. And the shoes of choice for any kid who listen to the radio and Smiling Ed McConnell, Midnight the Cat, Groggy Gremlin and Squeaky the Mouse were Buster Brown shoes.
Who could forget the famous Buster Brown tag line … THAT’S MY DOG TIGE. HE LIVES IN A SHOE. I’M BUSTER BROWN, LOOK FOR ME IN THERE, TOO! Little did I realize that when I got my first job in advertising, it would be working for a shoe company owned by Brown Shoe Company … the company that made Buster Brown.Shoes. Thankfully, I never had any desire to name Mlle. Renee TIGE! But I did name today’s origami butterfly after Buster Brown. There is a sad tale about Tige though, he was an American Bull Terrier with a toothy grin.
In the late 20th century the Bull Terrier became known as a PIT BULL, a dog trained to fight other dogs viciously. And mother’s became excited about the kids being frightened by poor Tige. So the ad mavens had poor Tige redrawn into a happy faced lap dog…And my childhood dog and shoe idol was gone forever. Maybe I should have named my butterfly TIGE. Butterflies don’t have teeth.
Today has been totally strange day. First we broke a 123 year old weather record for the lowest high temperature for July 15. Our high for the day was a very pleasant 76 degrees which was one degree lower than the previous lowest high recorded in 1891. I’m not complaining, because last week we were sweltering and sweating. Only one problem I had to go grocery shopping and my MetroBus goes through Forest Park and apparently everybody decided to take a trip to the zoo which caused a massive traffic jam in the park and delaying my travel time by about 25 minutes. I’m not saying we have stupid drivers in the Wicket City, but everyone was so desperate to find a parking spot they paid no attention to the YELLOW stripes painted along the curbs, or the NO PARKING SIGNS, or the FIREPLUGS along the streets. There wasn’t an empty parking space on any of the streets through the park. And did I feel upset when I saw the Park Rangers slapping PARKING TICKETS on any of the cars illegally park. HELL NO! Stupidity pays a lot of the city’s bills.And as soon as one of the returns to the car and drives off … some other fool will fill the spot.
Anyway, I’m late in posting my daily origami butterfly. Basically because I couldn’t get an internet connection for the past three hours. Probably, another foolish driver hit just another utility pole and brought down the cable again. That’s the problem with living in a city that’s been around for 250 years. It will be years before they get around to burying the utility wires.
SO, HERE’S THE 30 DAYS OF CREATIVITY ORIGAMI BUTTERFLY FOR TUESDAY, JULY 15:
THE LUCK OF THE IRISH BUTTERFLY
And since it is already a half hour into July 16, that’s all I have to write.
MY CINNAMON BUTTERCUP BUTTERFLY
In case you’re wondering, the butterfly being honored is the Great Spangled Fritillary.
My Friday was rather busy. In addition to playing nurse-maid for my beloved canine companion (washing her ears out twice a day an applying healing medications), I had to go to my eye doctor to pick up my new glasses … get my hair cut and do some grocery shopping. Renee is being an angel about the medical treatment … except for washing her ears out. I have no problem getting the soap solution into her ear. But she shakes it out before I can wash out the ear. Her ear is getting better, and the swelling of the ear flap is going down. She’s also returning to her happy dog demeanor.
One of the things I went to the stupidmarket was to get some watermelon sticks for myself. While I was in the produce department I was conned by a sweet little old lady into sampling a Rainier Cherry. Rainier cherries are yellow inside and out, with just a bit of red blush on them, and exceptionally large. They are quite sweet, very firm and totally delicious!And no, I didn’t buy that little dish of cherries!
Proving once again that life really is just a bowl of cherries! (Groan!)
I moved on to the bakery department to pick up a loaf of sour dough bread where another little young lady conned me into sampling a bite of Oreo Gooey Butter Cake. (Hopefully, Gooey Butter Cake is a Saint Louis tradition with which you’re acquainted. I only bought a single slice.
But I’ll be able to cut it into four brownie-sized portions that will last me four days. Then I hurried out of the store before I could be tempted into buying other treats for myself.
And yes, Mlle. Renee checked out my grocery bag as soon as I got into the house. And she found nothing for her. That’s when I got her “See If I Let You Pour Soap Water Into My Ears Tonight!” look!
The Golden Aztec Swallowtail Butterfly.
Yes, it was a real bitch folding that Aztec design on the wingspan.
I also got a late start because I had to take Mlle. Renee to the vet today. I had made her appointment a week and a half ago because she had several vaccinations due. Then over the weekend she had a lot of problems dealing with the neighborhood pryomaniacs who were determined to send their entire month’s food budget up in a cloud of sulfurous smoke. I noticed that she wasn’t her usual happy dog self. Tuesday I noticed that she was scratching her left ear with her hind leg. Something only a dog can do. When I checked it I noticed that her ear was a little puffy. This morning when I was getting her ready to go to the vet, it was a lot puffier.
The vet tech knew what it was as soon as we walked into the exam room. She had an ear infection, and in shaking her head and/or scratching her ear she had broken a small blood vessel. Her vet decided to treat it with meds for a week before resorting to surgical treatment which would involve splitting the ear flap in half. I also got instructions on washing a dog’s ear out and putting in the medication to treat the infection. It took two young lady techs to hold Renee to wash out her ears. Tonight, she let me do it all by myself. Without a whimper, too! I felt like the kindly Dr. Kildare of the dog world. (OK, I confess, I was a food inspector with the U.S. Army Veterinarian Corps when I was in the Army in my younger days. And on the Friday Animal Clinic Day, I assisted the Post Veterinarian with treating the animals.)
After a half day at the vet hospital and several vaccinations, Renee was all tuckered out and spent the afternoon napping.
The Sunrise Sunset Butterfly
And my garden supplied color-cordinated blossoms to go with him.
Or her? How do you determine the sex of a butterfly? Looks like it’s time to visit the interweb again.
BEHAVIOR: The male butterfly covers his territory by flying the same flight pattern throughout the entire day. The female flies an erratic pattens continually searching for food.
SIZE! The female butterfly is always larger than the male.
APPEARANCE! The wing patterns is different on the male and female.
EGGS! Another way of telling the gender of a butterfly is to watch and see whether the creature lays eggs. If you catch a butterfly and keep it overnight, if she’s female, she likely will have laid a clutch by morning. If no eggs are present, the butterfly is presumably male.
And who says my blog isn’t educational?
MY EL DIABLO SWALLOWTAIL BUTTERFLY
Hopefully, with practice, I’ll be able to get both tails to curl the same direction.
My mother’s cast iron butterfly trivet.
And the butterfly pin she used to use to pin back the kitchen curtains.