Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
So, if you're in need of twill tape, head on over and visit twilltape.com.
I just have one question- how did he find my blog in the first place?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
It's a little gray here in Georgia and that gives me an excuse to keep this little light on all day. I found this lamp at a yard sale and I recovered the shade with a black and white check and ruffled cotton twill tape along the top and bottom. I love cotton twill tape. It has so many uses! I had to glue the lamp to something because it wanted to tip over all the time- enter a red and white chippy saucer! Problem solved. I shopped my house for the rest of this little vignette. A pitcher of dried hydrangeas from my garden, a sweet little basket and a few sea shells sit on a sweet black bench in my dining room. (Dawn, do you recognize it?) Ah, it all makes this rainy day a bit more tolerable.
Hope you all have a happy Saturday!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
These are a few that have popped up in my yard:
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The pasture where they graze is a swath of green. The slight slope of the land catches early morning fog, a shallow bowl full of grey mist. My favorite time to pass the farm is then, just as the first rays of sunshine are breaking through creating a sharp divide between light and shadow. It is beautiful. But, the cows are the stars of the show.
My husband called me last night to tell me that the cows were up in the front field and I might want to get my camera. Apparently he was listening when I said I need to bring my camera along with me at all times so that I can take photos of the cows. I packed up my camera, got in the truck (which I have now named Tula, because it sounds nicer) and drove to the farm.
Here is what I saw. (It is very humid here in Georgia and my lens kept fogging up. I rather like the result though.)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
I wish I could remember where I got the recipe. I have a bad habit of writing down everything on a recipe card and forgetting to note where said recipe came from.
Whatever its origin, I am grateful to the person who shared it. This has become my go-to recipe for unexpected company or a quick mid-day snack. Like today. So, in order to carry on this kindness, I am sharing it here with you. Enjoy!!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Maureen bestowed this lovely award upon my blog and for that I am very grateful. Thank you, my virtual friend. :)
I am supposed to surrender seven things that you might find interesting about me. Um........
Thursday, September 3, 2009
As you can see from this photo of Annabelle, who came to live with us last year, they have striking features and sweet personalities. How could you resist this face? My family can- they don't see the cuteness that these dolls possess. Mutants.
One of the things that I get to do with my little job is to make things for display at the shop. Could I ask for anything more?
There is a spot that will hold little brown paper bags filled with tiny quilt kits. My job is to fill the shelf with a display that will encourage quilters to take one home and create an heirloom for their families. I knew instantly what I would do- make one of Frannie's dolls. A quick e-mail for permission (granted) and I was off to the craft room to cut and sew. No pattern, no real plan, I just allowed her to develop as she wanted to.
Here she is, all ready to go make a little quilt at A Scarlet Thread. She will sit on a little stool and a small table will be at her side holding all of her quilting tools. I really love how she turned out- quirky, charming and unexpectedly adorable in spite of her size. I cannot wait for them to see her at the shop. I hope they'll be pleased. :)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I drove through the square, turned the corner and followed traffic to the feed store. Guess what? It wasn't there! I sat in my truck a bit dazed as it all soaked into my brain. Where is it? Why is it not here? How am I going to get food for the hens? All of these questions flew through my brain until my eyes finally landed on the rather large white sign in the window- We have moved to Stringer Lumber, and the address. Well, thank goodness. I turned around, drove back through the square to the lumber yard and purchased the chicken feed. I hope I remember that for the next time!
As I was driving I realized that I had passed one of my favorite places, The Plum Tree. What to do, what to do? Well, I drove back, that's what I did. I picked up a few things- two berry baskets, a perfectly empty vintage photo album and an old drawer. The bonus? I got to chat with Cindy for a little bit. Ah, lovely.
I got my package in the truck just as a few rain drops began to fall, drove back to Hwy 155 and began what turned out to be an adventurous trip home stuck behind a truck hauling a trailer that held a CAT bulldozer. It was moving at a snail's pace. Cars tried to speed around me and the truck, some successfully slipping by and others having to make some snap decisions as cars came from the opposite direction. I chose to enjoy the journey.
Along the road I spied the first hints of fall coming- native grasses changing from green to brown, leaves swirling to the roadside, the first of the Autumn wildflowers making their appearance. There were front yards full of chickens pecking the ground for tasty bugs, horses grazing lazily on the grass along side them and ducks waddling to small ponds. A freshly mowed field was full of Canadian geese, some making nests of the cuttings and others rooting for treats. A man in tan was mowing the grass at the end of his driveway, every part of him blending into each other. He was literally swathed in tan; pants, shirt, gloves, hat, skin, hair and beard. Had the grass been dead he would have disappeared entirely.
The blue house that I have loved since I first saw it 20 years ago has a for sale sign out in front. Oh, I wish. I passed the Ozias Primitive Baptist church with its white clapboard siding and picnic pavilion almost as big as the church itself. It makes me think of the churches in New England, home, and so holds a sweet spot in my heart.
There is a beautiful , green pasture with a large pond surrounded by split rail fencing on the way home. A Palomino, a Morgan and an Appaloosa cluster together and nibble the grass. It is like a painting and I wished I had my camera with me.
Children playing, dogs barking, gardens dying and people going home, I got to see all of it because I was behind a truck hauling a trailer that held a CAT bulldozer.
I'm glad I chose the back way.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
So hop on over and give Jodi a " Well-done!" on her beautiful new place on the World Wide Web.
While you are doing that, I'll be writing about my day. It's been fun!