Just after we got back from vacation, where we walked down into a cave,

climbed an obsidian hill,

and saw a falls

I worked a lot of days in a row, then my mom came to visit before I'd even got the vacation laundry done. She wasn't feeling too hot, so she came for some babying, good food, and distraction from what was bugging her. So we had a craft day and made clothespin dolls

I did hair and hats, sketched out pattern pieces, and tied bows, Mom cut, glued, twisted, and planned her dolls.
My girl was going to be Little Red Riding Hood, but my mother gave her girl a red cape, so my girl became Adela

and then I made Clemens and Little Hans. They are from the fairy tale mashup I'm writing. Clemens married Adela because the valley elders (those who talk to the forest spirits) told him to. He'd had a helpless, hopeless crush on Johann, Adela's childhood sweetheart and first husband. They are raising little Hans together, but he wants the boy to learn about and love his first father.
Originally, these three characters were going to have names that meant bear (Bernard, etc), but I misplaced the list of all the character names, and renamed everyone. I didn't get a chance to make a peg doll of my Goldilocks character. His name is Ermin, and I'm not sure whether to put him in the formerly frilly nightgown he ran away from home in (now ripped, wet, and muddy) or in the man's trousers and woman's shirt and apron he favors after joining the little family.
Anyway, that reminds me that I found a bunch of videos on flower fairies my day off before my official vacation started and I want to show you my take but I can't find my two bigger mermaids and my Emil, Kurt, and Peregrine dolls set in the King's Dilemma story are not yet dressed for the occasion (should Kurt/Konur be wearing the loincloth from the beginning, or the silk robes he's in later? His hair is clean, so the robes would be better, but the loincloth would be so much easier) and they are not cooperating with being photographed.
So through this whole thing my desk has been getting messier and messier (I also made some felt kitten/babies and converted two t shirts into tank tops), so the place I work and write looked like this:


(That's Clemens upside down while I waited for his leg extensions to dry. The pipe cleaners beside him are his arms. My husband drilled holes in the pegs for us.)
It's slightly cleaner now. Slightly.
Before my mom arrived, I made caramels. I wanted to try some with hot chili oil in them because I'd tried some with pink pepper and they were good, so I put orange oil in half (I know my family likes this) and added a tiny bit of chili oil to the other half. It turned out richer (similar to what the orange does for it) but not spicy at all. I was a little disappointed. I also burned myself royally scraping the chili oil into the pan (the oil is very thick) with a molten-caramel covered spoon. I'm still in a bandage a week later. As long as I wear a hydrocolloid (blister) bandage it doesn't hurt. (just a big pink spot and tiny scab left)
My mom got the idea of trying peanut butter caramels. We couldn't decide whether the peanut butter should go in halfway through or at the end (before or after taking the temp). While I was at it I decided to add chocolate too. So I ended up with

My mom had two favorites, my daughter a different two. My sons each liked one, and my husband liked them all and wants me to add chocolate to my next regular batch.
But the biggest thing I discovered was I don't like peanut butter caramel. At all.