Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Blizzard Abbey ...the worse may still be on it's way

We knew it was coming and our guess is that
as of this morning there is about a foot of snow...
our local am radio station has dubbed this storm...Blizzard Abbey....
there may be a few more inches through the
rest of today....but it's not the snow that
has us concerned....it's the wind that is
the trees are so heavy with snow that it's not taking
much for some of the branches to snap even
under the light winds that are starting...
Immediate seating is available for a party of four.....
We also have a single seat available for a party of one
out on the patio with a lovely view of the snow covered trees...
...I highly recommend something HOT off the menu!
This storm finds me two thumbls shy of a pair of mittens.
The yarn was dyed by girlie for a pair of boot socks,
but after knitting them up...
I ripped them completely out because I thought
the colors were too pretty to hid inside a pair of snowboots.
A bit of quick knitting of thumbs this morning and I bet they
will get their first taste of snow by lunchtime.
I'm hoping to be holed up tomorrow as well...
school has been cancelled and girlie needs boot socks...
she used food color to dye more yarn...
I've had this pattern book in my stash for over 20 years
and I think this is the perfect blizzard to make my first pair.
and if I run out of yarn then I am hoping to get a chance to
sit and spin a bit of baby camel and silk that I
came across at a little shop in Columbus, Wisconsin.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Curled up with a good.......

Kindle!
We've owned a Kindle for the quite sometime...
and when I can pry it out of my child's hands,
which RARELY happens,
I get a chance to download books for me.....
So when Milah recommended a couple of books recently,
I snuck into boychild's room while he was asleep,
grabbed the Kindle and downloaded both books
mentioned on Milah's post from Amazon.
Now you can find me curled up on a chair with a good....read.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

how accurate are fortune cookies....

On Sunday, when I opened my fortune cookie we all laughed.
It said, "Your luck is about to change."
Stupid cookie! And then yesterday, after not having quilted for weeks, I went to sit down in my quilting chair to do a bit of stitching... only to find that the cat had thrown up in my chair..... Stupid cat!

Monday, November 2, 2009

The answer to an age old question......

There are some things in life that are just too good to pass up.
So when Christine mentioned that she'd like to thin her flock of chickens, I mentioned it to my girlie who is know around these parts as "The Chicken Whisperer" Girlie begged and pleaded and promised that she would take good care of them and waited ever so patiently for a reply from Christine. Christine was very sweet about offering us her bantam chickens and there was just one catch.... come and get them....no worries... what capable 9 year old boy can't read a map...Lewis and Clark crossed the country without GPS and we could easily manage to make it from Wisconsin to Lafayette, Indiana. Those of us who weren't busy reading maps or driving were lucky enough to sleep through most of the noon traffic in Chicago on Friday...who wouldn't love a two hour nap, only to awake and discover that you haven't really missed anything exciting and you are only 15 miles from where you first fell asleep. What happens in the Jeep...stays in the Jeep, but I am certain that my boy child will never in his life forget just where I-65 intersects I-94....love you buddy!
So the answer to the age old question, which came first the chicken or the egg?
Even girlie knows the answer to that... it was the chicken, but the egg was a close second!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

problem solved

A couple of weeks ago, I told my husband that a blogger was looking for a new home for some of her chickens and she said I could have them.....he said,"Great! There' s only one little problem...we don't have a chicken coop for them!"
Problem solved... Do you realize that you can buy absolutely anything you can dream of on the internet and they will bring it right to your door? AMAZING! Ok, so it was the end of the driveway...but that's close enough.
The only thing that was not included were the two smiling Amish guys shown in the photos putting the chicken coop together.
The child inside the coop was full of smiles... the guy with the ball cap...not so many.
The only thing waiting to be finished is the ramp for the chickens to get in and out of the little door, a coat of paint or two and the little flower window box. And my end of the deal....driving 5 hours one way to pick up the chickens.....I'm starting to wonder... exactly how much noise will these chickens make on the way to their new house ...and how long will my Jeep smell like chicken sh@t?!

Monday, October 5, 2009

She Was Somebody's Mother....

While blog hopping this morning, I stumbled across

Margaret's Hope Chest and fell hard.

There are numerous projects and causes

that a quilter could chose

to donate their time, fabric, quilts or services to.

This one has struck a cord with me and perhaps it will

for you as well, because she was somebody's Mother.

(Click on the logo to visit Margaret's Hope Chest)

Somebody's Mother

The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the winter's day.

The street was wet with a recent snow And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the throng

Of human beings who passed her by Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street, with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"

Came the boys like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray Hastened the children on their way

Nor offering a helping hand to her So meek, so timid, afraid to stir

Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop, The gayest laddie of all the group.

He paused beside her and whispered low, "I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,

He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content.

"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged and poor and slow.

"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand,

"If ever she's poor and old and gray, When her own dear boy is far away."

And "somebody's mother" bowed her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said

Was, "God be kind to the noble boy, Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"

Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

could she really ....

have grown this much in just a few months....really?!
outdoor chores resulted in grumbly tumblies....
we planted popcorn this Spring.....no joke! and after a miserable growing season, were lucky enough to harvest two ears that have been laying on the kitchen counter drying for the longest time...
they were the most delicate pieces of popcorn I've ever enjoyed! next year we will plant the entire packet of seeds. you should try a row or two...
outdoor busyness with chores left spare moments to work on a bit of this and a bit of that....but mostly this.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

a friend is in need....

Please be so kind and head over to her blog and leave kind words, thoughts, hugs, love and prayers in this difficult time that she and her family will be facing.

Monday, September 28, 2009

haunted by a memory....

When my sister was in jr high she learned to crochet in home ec
class and I begged and begged her to teach me to crochet. She delighted in being the older sister and held it over my head that I was too little...and she refused to teach me.
I can still see her curled up on the sofa in our family room with her yellow, orange and brown yarn tucked in a basket and the blanket she was working on heaped in a pile on her lap. It has taken some thirty odd years, but after spending hours on the end of the bed of a sick little girl Friday night.... I am on the way to my own blanket....it's not the colors that are important........but the journey getting to this point and believing that I could.

Friday, September 25, 2009

you can have summer....

but I call dibs on Fall and Winter....
there is something about living in a log cabin that makes me long for cold days with a fire burning and a pot of soup on the stove...
...if only these grapes weren't twelve feet off the ground... oh! the things I could make...
...so instead I stick to the knitting I started for my school girl. The shawl can be pattern can be found here. It left the house this morning and is on it's way to live at school where it will be hung in her cubby....good-bye shawl!
and what about the little bit of pink wool left over... some things never change.... I'm still trying to work up the courage and skill to take on making the likes of this blanket....someday!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

because if it were up to me...

little boys wouldn't grow up...
until their quilts wore out...
but it's not up to me....
and now EVEN the type of quilt I will make is no longer up to me...
I have been informed by my 9 year old that he's too old for his cowboy quilt and would like a new quilt for his bed... and when I asked him what he had in mind, he told me that there was only one quilt that would be the perfect one for his bed.....a log cabin of course! Thank goodness he didn't say a feathered star! I've been collecting these fabrics for the last year and was able to cut everything into strips this week...I'm hoping to have the top pieced before he returns from a hockey tournament tomorrow night so that I can hide it away until I can finish it for Christmas... Promise # 9 make a quilt to put on each bed on Christmas Eve...

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

home SWEET home

Things I promised myself that I would do in 2009...
#2
on or before November 1st, make pomanders to hang through the house at Christmas time....
One of my sweetest Christmas memories from my childhood is sitting at the kitchen table with a basket of oranges and a shaker tin of cloves. For years I have wanted to spend time with my children making orange pomanders, but somewhere in the bustle and rush of the holidays....we seem to always find ourselves on the other side of Christmas looking back and saying "next year" .....sigh
Last Christmas, our home was being packed for our upcoming move and with our house listed for sale we tried to keep the mess to a minimum and pomanders were pushed to next year...again I made a handful of promises over New Year that I have been working diligently to keep...and so the last time we went to the market I added oranges, lemons and whole cloves to the basket.... The oranges will take several weeks to thoroughly dry and will last for years and years. Once the oranges are completely dry,they will be tied with a ribbon and as we begin decorating for the holidays a pomander will be hung in each room. promise #2 KEPT!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

going away...

and with me I shall take ....
a book...
a block..
and a sock 40 hours in an ice rink waiting this coming week and surely one can be finished. The Quilt Merchant shop will only be a short drive away. My son will be in hockey camp all day and girlie can easily be bribed with a trip to Dunkin Donuts which is just down the street from the shop. If you're in the Chicago area this is a very sweet little shop and well worth the time to visit....especially if you like Civil War reproductions or Blackbird Designs books or patterns.

the next number was....

27...the winner is Erin from A Prairie Home Quilts and her guess was the closest at 25
Thank you for your guesses... and for helping keep this giveaway small.