Saturday, February 28, 2009


Do you think Baby Jude missed me?

Friday, February 27, 2009

What I Did On My Florida Vacation.

John and I had five days of fun and hard work while we were in Florida. We helped my sister get her first garden plot tilled and raked smooth. My brother-in-law rented a sweet tiller and I had a blast plowing through the dirt. That is until a blister developed on my right hand. Then it was not so fun. But, there is now a plot of impending self-sufficiency in her back yard waiting for tiny seeds to be planted. Now, if I could only convince her to get some chickens!

What trip to Florida would be complete without a trip to the beach?
These photos are from North Lido Beach on Lido Key. I love it there.

Can you see the line of waves just below the horizon? They aren't waves. It is a rip tide and it was the most incredible sight to behold. And scary.
This brave seagull was a bit too close for comfort. We all held our breath as he swooped in, barely missing the edge of the rip tide.

As the salty water rolled in upon itself, it created the appearance of boiling water, erupting now and then with a bursting bubble from the surface. I had never seen one before, so I acted the total tourist and snapped photo after photo. :)

Sandpipers dancing at the shoreline. So cute.

A beautiful (and sadly, dead) sea urchin.

The sun was amazing, casting full, white light on the sand.

And what vacation doesn't include a little crafting? The beginnings of a hand-sewn quilt.
This one is going to take me a long time.
I can tell you this, it was very difficult to get in the truck and drive home yesterday. Really.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Friday, February 20, 2009

On The Road.

I'm taking my sister home in the morning
and I'll be back next week.
Stay warm, be creative and know that I will miss you bunches.

I'll be basking in the glow of a few Florida sunsets.

Remember The Foot?

Here is the rest of her cute self:

Her mask ready to be lifted for a bit of mystery.

Sparkly shoes for tip-toeing through the crowds.

These wings will allow her to fly high above everyone....

and sprinkle beads upon those who she deems worthy of them.

Presenting, The Mardi Gras Fairy, created for the Silent Auction at the Mardi Gras Ball for the Georgia Parent Support Network. GPSN is a children's mental health advocacy
organization in Atlanta and they do marvelous work making sure that the children who suffer from such in Georgia receive the care that they need.
This fairy will be auctioned off to raise money to aid in their cause.

On her skirt are names that begin with "M", as she is dressed in dictionary pages. Here is a list of names that appear on her skirt:
Mariposa Lily
Marie Antoinette
Marie Gallant

What do you think I should name her?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Bra Hopping.

My sisters arrived on Monday. That is why I've been a bit quiet this week. We've been having fun doing the things that sisters do together- shopping, eating, crafting, talking. I am in heaven.
Tuesday morning we decided to go shopping. Not just any shopping but bra shopping. I should have stayed home.
We went into Atlanta where, according to their advertisements, the place that will make you look years younger by fitting you with the proper brassiere is located. My only exposure to bra fitting was in the dressing room at the JC Penney in our local mall years ago, where a rather pinched saleswoman wearing brown pumps and a tightly wound bun in her hair, measured me for the latest in harnessing equipment. I hated every minute. So why then, did I think that this trip would be any different?
Well, first because at this new shop you are not measured. Ever. That in itself was a point in their favor- no cold saleswoman hands wrapping an even colder measuring tape around you. So, off we went, my mom, my sisters and myself, for an adventure of a very different kind.
When you walk into this shop, you are greeted by a hostess who gives you a card to fill out with questions designed to help your personal fitter choose the right bra for you. Dayna and I filled ours out and waited our turns. (Mom and Gayle perched themselves on the bench and read magazines. They made the smart choice.) Our turns came and we ended up in dressing rooms beside each other. Thus ended the calm that you feel when you walk in through the front door.
As I said, you are not measured in this shop. No, instead you are viewed, which means that from the waist up.... um, yes. I was not amused. You are then turned to a rather large, enlarging full length mirror to discuss where you need the most help. Oh, dear. The Fitter then exits to gather a handful of choices, leaving you standing in the middle of the dressing room not knowing what to do. I can tell you what I did. I crossed my arms. Back came the fitter, armed with a rather ominous array of institutional articles of underclothing.
Now, I have been donning underclothes of this type for a long time. Almost forty years, in fact. I've been doing it wrong. Who knew? The Fitter knew. After my lesson in the correct method, I stood up and caught the view in the mirror. I think my blood pressure went up a thousand points.
"Um, this is not going to work." said I.
"What's wrong with it?" questioned The Fitter.
After a minute of trying to explain why, I uttered, "Just trust me. Okay.", my voice weakening with every word because I was finding it very difficult to breathe.
I'm a rather modest woman. No, I take that back, I am an extremely modest woman. So when I caught sight of what The Fitter thought was, "Really, the perfect bra for you.", I burst into tears.
I tried on the next few choices, all yielding the same result- mortal humiliation.
"Do you not have anything that is not quite so, structured?" I implored.
"Well, yes. But you will not get the same result." said The Fitter.
"Perfect. " I squeaked.
The whole time I was in the dressing room I could hear bits of the conversation my sister was having with her fitter, when I was not being chastised by my own. I didn't really want to eavesdrop, but when Dayna's fitter came out with, "Don't forget to do your windshield wipers!" in an all-too-cheery voice, I decided then and there that this was not for me. I thanked The Fitter and told her that I would think about the one item that I felt comfortable in and left the dressing room bearing cheeks the color of a perfectly cooked Maine lobster and sweat rolling down my back. Thus ended my quest for an undergarment that fits me properly. I will now have to go through the remainder of my life looking my age.
I'm good with that.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Change Is A Good Thing.

It is Spring cleaning time. Have you caught the bug yet? I sure have. Storming from room to room, clearing things away, decluttering the hibernating piles of accumulated junk- yes, it is such a good feeling.
Of course, while clearing things out is the time when you unearth forgotten treasures, like this sweet little glass dish. What to do? What to do? Go to the nest drawer, take one out, go to the pile of things you just dumped out of a junk drawer and sort through for ideas. Result? This:

After playing for a while, it's back to work rearranging furniture to open up and revitalize a room. Oh, look! More space, perfect for that little table that you made from an old cutting board resting on top of a piano bench. And wouldn't that marble lamp you found in a yard sale be perfect there? Grab the paper roses you made last year from the top of the craft closet, add a ball of organic cotton yarn (because there isn't enough for another project) and you have a lovely little display. Perfect.

Who says you can't play while you clean?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I've Posted A Tutorial.

Over at A Thread of Red! Please pop over and take a peek. It is really a darling project.

Darn That Coraline Dot Com!

I really have a lot to do today, but they may not get done.
I'm too busy tacking button eyes onto photos.


Monday, February 9, 2009

Why We Have No Socks At Our House.

They are now known as prey.
Taken in the early morning with no flash in order to catch them in the act.
What is it about that Dan and his "It wasn't me, it was Jude!" attitude? If I were Dan, I'd be watching my back. Just sayin'.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Thinking Of Spring.

My sister, Gayle posted her little friend Mia's flower she made at the Coraline movie website.
I think it is absolutely lovely.

Of course, I wanted to play too!

I dare you to make just one.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Man On A Bicycle With A Handlebar Moustache.

As my husband and I were waiting at a traffic light, I spied the most spectacular sight. A man, riding his bicycle, sporting the most magnificent handlebar moustache I have ever seen. I could not help but stare as he passed by my window. A slight tip of his head and he was gone, now just a reflection in my side mirror.
"Good-bye Man With the Magnificent Moustache!" I whispered.
I asked my husband if he saw him. Yes, he did.
"Was that not the most incredible moustache?"
"I guess."
I guess? Oh, it was.
He was perched perfectly on the seat, his back straight and his legs swooping in large circles as he peddled. His hands gripped the handlebars just so. Not too tightly, not to casually. The better to navigate through traffic safely.
His face wore the wrinkles that only a good, hard-working life can give. His hair was gray, as was the moustache, speckled here and there with the darker version from his youth. Shoes, worn and soft. I bet they are his favorite pair. His jacket wrapped about him like an old friend and his cap had settled itself upon his head seamlessly. It was a part of him. I could have watched him forever.
I think that I have discovered the perfect hobby- observing. It requires nothing more than a pair of eyes and time. Oh, and a good memory, so that you can go home and write about what you have seen.
Observation is much better when shared with others.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Sometimes You Just Need A Makeover.

From drab.....

To fab!

Amazing what a little paint can do.

It Is Just My Humble Opinion.....

....But I think that washing dishes is much more fun when they have rainbows dancing on them.
How about you?

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

But What If I Haven't Received The First Catalog?

This catalog came in the mail yesterday, addressed to me. I don't recall ever seeing this one before but, apparently, this is my Final Catalog! Okay.

It is a nice catalog, full of country treasures to decorate and clutter your home. Did I just say that? The best part is, that on a few pages, they have very nicely printed recipes. Obviously planted to make sure you read to the very end without casting it aside like every other catalog you receive. Why don't they ever send a "last one"?
And so, doing what every other self-respecting blogger would do, I tore out the recipes and scanned them for you. I think sharing is a good thing.

I don't know who Barbara is, but her chili sounds delicious and I think I will make it for dinner on Friday. And we will be exercising our options.

How can one resist Apple Cake, with its warm spices and bits of apple laced throughout?
Mine will be sans nuts. We have enough in our house already.

Lemon? Butter? Do I need to say anything else?

Savory waffles sound very intriguing. How about making them for a bed on which to ladle Chicken a la King? Mmmmmm.

Classic, minty Grasshopper Pie. Without legs.

Broccoli Casserole- perfect for a potluck.

I cannot wait for summer to serve this on the back porch, in tall, icy glasses with a sprig of mint. It's a Southern thing.

Well, there you go, a few new recipes to try, courtesy of Through the Country Door. I doubt very much I will be able to do this again as this is my last catalog.
One can only hope.