I'm off to a 9 1/2 hour work day today, will I survive? It's actually cool enough this morning for a proper pot of HOT tea, and with a cup of tea, in my opinion, all is right with the world. A much longed-for break in the heat has finally occurred and it was actually so cool last night I woke up and shut the windows! Halleluiah!!!
Here is my Auntie Roo's red kitchen. Couldn't you just crawl into these pictures and play house and be happy all the time? I could!
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
OR, like my attempt to make Paste Paper, having only made it once before in the dim recesses of my pre-stroke memory. I wasn't sure of the proportions for the cellulose paste, and not only did I cook it and bile it down forever, I DOUBLED the amount of powder just to make sure. The results: a gelatinous muck with the near-solid texture of cheesecake, instead of the thick syrup gel medium right for mixing paints.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Real live Dead. Ha ha! I like that! Anyway, I made the thong straps with grossgrain ribbon and used my newest daisy punch for the flower embellishments. Lots of fun!
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
This morning I am in search of toothpaste and Dove soap, and that's my official story and I'm sticking to it. If the store where I will purchase these things happens to be miles away and RIGHT NEXT to the crafter/stamper/scrapper store...well, that's beyond my control, right?
I am looking for the punch that makes this flower shape and some rhinestones to match:
Some of you will be familiar with the story of how the Siamese Cat got the kink in it's tail. The *tail* is told that the Emperor of Siam was being poisoned and slowly was dying. No one knew how the poison was being administered until the Royal Siamese Cat came and slept by the bed of the Emperor with his tail curled around the Imperial Tea Cup. This loyal and intelligent kitty stayed in this position night after night, foiling the evil plans of the would-be murderer, and saving his Emperor's life. Since that time, Siamese have been considered Sacred Temple cats, and they all have that odd little kink in the bone of their tails!
Dear Mackie, bar sinister kitten of a registered Seal Point and a very flirtatious and charming Alley Tiger Cat, demonstrates his Royal Blood.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The first day I wore it, I got up to almost 200 steps! That's Right! A real mover and shaker, here! To be fair, I spent that day at the computer playing catch-up so it was lower than normal. But normal for me is going to be around 2000 steps a day. Who has time to walk 10,000 strides each day?
I've taken the stairs 3 time each way for the laundry. I've walked to the corner mailbox twice. I've traipsed through the apartment at full tilt closing windows, opening air conditioners, doing dishes and making the bed. AND!!! I walked the early morning neighborhood in a brisk manner, stopping only to pet my favorite Giant Poodle Dog that is also 'walked' about the same time of day. It is now 8:46 in the am and I have logged an impressive 2452 strides. Maybe I'll even break 5000 today. Nahh! Just kidding! I don't want to sabatoge myself by being too enthusiastic. Exercise and I, gentle readers, do NOT get along.
Here is a picture, slightly blurry but you should be used to that by now, of the cards I made with the Tehachapi Chicks.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
In the meantime, enjoy these pictures of an Amish Wedding Reception.
These pictures were taken by my aunt as a request from her neighbor. They are her daughter's highly decorated wedding reception hall. I thought they were so pretty I wanted to share them!
Monday, July 17, 2006
I couldn't tell you what anyone wore, ever in their lives (unless it was an apron, I can remember those) but I have recollection of the inside of every house I ever visited. Details. Drapery fabrics and colors. The layout of their floorplans.
Here, in case you feel like I do, is the inside of my secret treasure closet: Where The Stamps Are!!!!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Of course Cupital Tunnel is a heck of a lot more awful, dead bodies strewn everywhere including my own but as long as you don't navigate with your elbows leaning on anything, you can steer clear of Cupital Tunnel pretty well.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
My bathroom hen, given to me by a quilt circle friend, is not French, but your common White Leghorn layer. Even so, I have never been tempted to move her from her place of honor and turn her into a mere doorstop!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
This is the pillow tubing which is todays UFO. (unfinished object in quilter's lingo). I really am not an embroidery person. Ask anyone! I am biologically missing the DNA strand that allows me to do the buttonhole stitch or the daisy chain. I UNBUTTON. It has something to do with being left handed because I UNKNIT, too. However, I usually get family to finish things for me, like in the case of the dear wee kitchen linen that I had my Auntie Roo embroider for me and then I surrounded it with quilt blocks. I love the marriage between quilting and old embroidered linens. Alas, no picture exists of that item and it seems to have dissapeared into the ozone with my crotchet hooks and embroidery floss. Whither, whither shall I find it?
Like painted kites
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Anyway, when you start messing around with templates, you wipe out all your links and customizations so there is no going back! And then it really isn't FULLY customizable by a long shot. For instance I can't change my background color, or the box in which my title is set, or even mess much with the profile image. Still...I like white! It makes a heavenly eye popper against which to set nice pictures like this:
I know, I know, you cannot actually SEE how cool this quilt is, but I snapped pictures with and without the flash, and they were exactly the same in tone and depth. It's the morning light, pouring in my windows. You need overcast gloom to bring out the richness in photographs and film, I think. But I never tire of looking at this quilt. It was made on a whim one weekend, using up a bit of old paisley chintz I had which reminded me of Parisian Cafe curtains, wafting in the breeze of Montmartre.
Last night I had a most revelatory dream! In my dream, an Angel of the Lord came to me and said that since the word Varmint! had just as many letters as the world Asshole! I could start using the word Varmint! instead, as it would be an equal exchange. And much less offensive to tender ears.
Well, REALLY! This is the Divine Intervention I've been hoping for all these years? An equal Word Exchange? Where are those Winning Lottery Numbers, I'd like to know. Why clean up my vocabulary when, with the right amount of cash, I could clean up the WORLD! I could purchase every old teapot and give it a good home! No more orphan cream pitchers! Junk Houses on their last legs could be remodeled and refurbished and featured in Home-Makeover Pictorials!
But who am I to question Providence? Varmint, it is.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
And costume? Don't get me started. They are as near to perfection as costumes can get in an almost-female-less movie, full of grunge and grime and amazing little piratey details worth salivating over.
I took along my trusty Railroad Issue Ear Plugs because movies are ALWAYS too darn loud for my ears and earplugs will deaden things down to a decent decibel level for me. I reccomend that you catch this flick in an actual THEATER rather than waiting for it to come on DVD. It's WORTH the buukuu bucks to see it on the Big Screen in all it's glory.
Other than that, here are some chicken pics from my bathroom. I keep the chicken's confined to the bathroom otherwise there would be chickens everywhere, vying for space amongst Tea things, rabbits, and Wade Red Rose Tea Figurines.
Monday, July 10, 2006
My Dad used to say, "T'aint the Heat, T'is the Humility!" I don't know what that means but it became clearer to me last night when I woke up at 3:30 with my sinuses cleaved to the roof of my mouth from the fan blowing on me all night long. I got out of bed and dragged myself over to a glass of cold water. Then I turned the Fan off. Then I woke at 4:30 sticky with sweat and with the beginnings of a migraine.
Since I have plans to go see Pirates this morning, I was feeling my humility, I assure you. I popped some migraine meds, sponged off, turned on the Air (I hate sleeping with air conditioning on but it was sooo hot there seemed no alternative) and tried vainly to get comfortable enough to get unconscious for a while.
Last night, I made more cards, determined to use up most of my small neat scraps. Does anybody want one of these? Send me an email with your snail mail address, I'm not kidding!
And they aren't even blurry in real life, Honest!
Friday, July 07, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Blogger took umbrage at my placing Quite so many pictures all in one post, so I've had to split my china-arrangement configuration into two posts.
Where was I? Oh, Right.
The Cream pitchers that have no Sugars to go with them are interspersed throughout the bookcase. If you look carefully you can see them Here:
Which left PLENTY of room for these two new beauties that I found at the Thrift Store yesterday when I went there for quite another reason entirely.
The cream colored cup and saucer is a Homer Laughlin and was a mere $2.99! But the Real Find of the Day was this Black Chintz Japan cup and Saucer for $1.99. I was blissfully gleeful when I spotted it and glommed onto it before any HOARDERS saw it.
But I had a plan! All the teapots with matching cream and sugars went into my butter yellow cabinet Here:
And the Good China which I was heartily sick of displaying went Here: Yes, it looks a little crowded but it's perfectly comfortable I assure you!
The teacups and saucers are still in their original space, and still need organizing, but I'll get to that; they are Here:
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
I got all the books into the pie safe!
I made these cards!
And here is Mackie surveying the scene, master of his domain, King of All he Sees.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
In spite of the fact that all the really cool fireworks from when I was a kid are now illegal, like sparklers and snaps and snakes, someone still manages to get their hands on those outlawed M16's and Cherry Bombs! Before they blow their hands off, I mean.
Sparklers have somehow mutated into glowing punk sticks that you couldn't even use to light an incense stick, and I think snakes were outlawed because they could be stepped on.
Snakes were my favorite. I loved to light those and watch them slither out in a black charred curly line on the sidewalk. Probably toxic as heck, but then these were the days of following really closely behind the DDT truck as it sprayed for mosquitoes because it was fun to hide in the fog.
And we wonder why my generation is slow if not downright brain dead.
I got up at the crack of dawn as I always do, and had the fun satisfaction of getting to the store and buying up all the avocados before the hoarders got them. Not that avocados are a traditional 4th of July food. I don't think guacamole was invented until about 1979. I remember my cousin BillyJayne bringing the fixin's for guacamole to my apartment and whipping up a batch for me to try. The avocados, this being about February in Indiana, were hard as rocks and to this day I cannot abide an unripe avocado salad! I want mine green, ripe and creamy-smooshy.
At the store, there were fat men in yesterday's t-shirts lined up at the check-out with industrial sized tubs of deli potato and macaroni salads. Those things are highly unedible and yet what choice do these men have? They are obviously on their way to a barbeque circuit and have been told to bring a dish. Most men just opt for bringing the chips, although I do remember how proud cousin Rollie was one year when it dawned on him he could bring the lime jello with cottage cheese. It was like a light had burst in his head, or maybe it was just the final embolism that sent him over the edge into a permanent dysfunctional pot-smokers haze, when he grokked the fact that the grocery story sold TUBS of lime jello, already pre-made with the cottage cheese in it.
Nobody actually EATS that stuff, but it is obligatory to have on the table at picnics.
My best friend George Forman and I will be grilling chicken breasts today, with a side of grilled onions and some very ripe, fresh guacamole! It is LOVELY to be independant on Independance Day!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
I don't know what to think about how this turned out. I like it so far, and will probably leave it this way for a while, until I sort out just how I'd like to leave it for the rest of the summer. Odd, I used to rearrange my furniture monthly when I cleaned. No energy for that, anymore!
Off to the farmer's market this morning hope there are some fun foods there!