Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Yesterday afternoon, while visiting with my mother and grandmother over a cup of Crème brûlée coffee (delicious!), my mother asked, "Did you know that your mother made the front page?" (My mother often speaks of herself in the third person.) Well, no. No, I had not. John dug out the paper from the recycling bin this morning. I hope that we can be forgiven for having missed it.
Apparently, last Veteran's Day (a week ago) filled with honors and activities finally got her the acclaim that she so well deserves. She's been following my dad around for years so I find it amusing that she makes the photo and he, who is obviously seated to her right behind all those who are standing, does not. Geeze, I hope that he wasn't on his keister during the flag review. :D
Oh, can't see the picture so well? *Here's* a much better look.
Edited to Add: Hahahaha, I just noticed the camera in her hand...she holds it like a teacup. Hahahahahaha...Mom, did you know that your daughter laughs at how you hold a camera?
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Thank you to everyone who left a comment yesterday. I received good advice and lots of helpful tips. If you are considering a kitchen cabinet painting job, you might want to check them out.
Oh, I am waiting...I'll do a good scrubbing and perhaps give Lovella's and Jan's ideas a go. And a collective cheer was heard across Blogland...
Monday, November 17, 2008
First up are my kitchen cabinets. I'd like to paint them and have been thinking about it for weeks. This week, it seems most urgent that they get done because I am hosting the family for Thanksgiving next week. NEXT WEEK! Do you think that I could possibly have decided to do this at a worse time? Please talk me out of it; John almost has. They've been this way for 14 years and it's looking pretty tired; I'd feel so good about having them freshly painted. It's just that one thing leads to another and the wallpaper would need to be refreshed since I can not afford to have tile or beadboard installed and then...
(As I have provided, at no benefit to me whatsover, a perpetual link to Maine Cottage, I feel perfectly justified in sharing these pictures. If you don't like it, don't look.)
Next are drapes for the front picture window. I got this brainstorm from visiting Dawn at The Feathered Nest just one too many times. Yesterday, while shopping at Lowe's, I picked up the painter's cloths and I'm so excited about the possibilities.
For another thing, we're pretty sure that the upstairs rooms should be closed off to save on heat this year. That will mean that the front room will become our winter bedroom so we'll need those drapes for this window.
The next project is the ongoing one of packing up my sister's things. This is where I really miss an old blogging buddy who would often comment, "WHAT? Those things would be on the front lawn by now!"
The above bedroom is the future home of my sewing, craft room. May it be so, Lord!
This all reminds me of the old joke about the little boy who finds a dust ball under the bed and reports to his mother that somebody's either coming or going. In our case, it's both!
Well, I'd better get started on something. It's not as if I don't have plenty to do!
Enjoy a wonderful Monday and a wonderful week, too.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Etymology: French fractale, from Latin fractus broken, uneven (past participle of frangere to break) + French -ale -al (noun suffix)
: any of various extremely irregular curves or shapes for which any suitably chosen part is similar in shape to a given larger or smaller part when magnified or reduced to the same size
— fractal adjective
Some years ago, I attended a seminar where a mathematician was the featured speaker. I so wish that I remembered his name because he gave a presentation that has remained with me. The gist of it was that NOTHING in this universe is unplanned and EVERYTHING has a pattern. Patterns signify that a designer is at work.
He said that if one splatters paint on a wall, even the splotches of paint, which appear absolutely random, will, if magnified, reveal a pattern. He showed us photographs of such instances. It was pretty incredible information for this mathematically challenged gal and is reminiscent of a discussion on fractals, photographs of which you are seeing here.
The discussion of fractals features prominently in the book The Shack. Each person's life is represented as a fractal — broken, but beautiful and something that God Himself is busily working out on our behalf.
Mackenzie, my purposes are not for my comfort, or yours. My purposes are always and only an expression of love. I purpose to work life out of death, to bring freedom out of brokenness and turn darkness into light. What you see as chaos, I see as a fractal. All things must unfold... ~Papa
It's the most profoundly comforting thought. What colors are your life? What needs working through? Where are the broken places? Allow Him in, lean on Him, rest in His great love for you.
Photo Source: Google Images and I make no apology.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
This delightful little package arrived in the mail yesterday long after my feeble brain had forgotten that it was on its way. I tell you, there is something to be said for memory loss!
Miss Sandy @ Quill Cottage had a giveaway recently and, though I didn't win the big prize, I, along with all the other commenters, won this dear prize. Each one is lovely and unique. You can see for yourselves by checking out Dawn's and Vickie's.
I'm treasuring mine in a special way by using it to take note of all the sweet or funny things that John shares with me every day. It should be filled in no time.
Thank you so much, Miss Sandy! This blessed me all to pieces.
Happy Saturday, Dear Ones!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Oddly enough, they were both large, square rooms where the kitchen table sat prominently center stage. In my maternal grandmother's kitchen, her dryer, refrigerator, pantry, sink, countertop, electric stove, gas stove, and Hoosier lined the walls.
In my paternal grandmother's, the countertops, sink, refrigerator, stove, sofa, and woodstove lined the walls. Yes, a sofa! I thought that it was the most marvelous thing, even as a child. Sometimes, my grandfather would lie there and snooze as my grandmother puttered about making supper. Sometimes, it was loaded with grandkids as we colored or read books. Sometimes, we were all there together in a happy clump. That kitchen was so warm with its woodstove chugging along. It had a huge reservoir of water on the side that met all the requirements of hot water for doing dishes. There was a big blue kettle that whistled along steadily always ready for a cup of tea or hot chocolate. It was in that kitchen where I first enjoyed marshmallow fluff floating on a sea of warm chocolate.
At the windows were my grandmother's red geraniums that did so beautifully all through the year...such a sunny, bright, warm kitchen it was. But I don't remember the table so well after all these years...I think it was a wooden farm table and large to accomodate all the extended family.
Now my Nan's table I remember very clearly. It was purchased in the first few years of her marriage somewhere in the early '30s. I now recognize it as "Art Deco" though as a child all I recognized were the cold white enamel top and the strong black parallel lines that decorated it, which I often traced with my finger. It has a drawer that my grandmother used for her silverware drawer. For some reason I found it particularly fun to set the table without having to fetch the forks, knives, and spoons.
One day, when I was about ten or so, I discovered that my grandmother had replaced her little table with a new one. Nothing fancy...a wood grain look top and those plastic stuffed chairs...all a neutral brown. The Art Deco table was relegated to the back corner of my grandfather's garage.
Fast forward thirty-five years or so when I was helping to clean out my grandmother's home. There sat the little table still in its corner barely visible for the oil containers, tools, and garden products covering it. It was decided that it would work well for a laundry table in one of the great-grands' homes, but it never made it that far. It sits today in my kitchen...dead center. If anyone had ever told me that I would one day claim that table and love it again, I probably would not have believed them.
It needs something...see the aqua paint. Not a favorite color for me. I think a red, perhaps yellow, might work. The original color is unknown...I do not remember and neither does my mother or grandmother. Anyone else know what it might have been?
All manner of things can be tucked beneath it...my sandals, a pie carrier, a bucket of bottled water. It serves as an island and not a place to sit down. What would I do without it?!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Did you see that silvery moon last night? I nearly drove off the road looking at it. I'm blaming this on my newly discovered amateur (very) photographer's eye. Now why do all my neat photos have some danged electrical wires smack dab in the middle of them? At least, they point out the moon path on the water.
Here's one where the moon looked like the sun...
This is my daughter's home, which looks a little scary, but the moon rising over it was delicious.
Recently, Kathy at Lavender, Lace and Thyme tagged me with this wonderful bookworm award. Thank you so much, Kathy!
This is how it works:
* Pass this on to five blogging friends. (Three for me!)
* Open the closest book to you, not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment, to page 56.
* Write out the 5th sentence, as well as two to five sentences following that...
As it so happens, I was writing an email to a blogging friend the evening I read Kathy's blog. Living Successfully With Screwed-Up People by Elizabeth B. Brown came up in my writing; my only problem was that I couldn't remember the author so I ran to get the book and here it has been sitting ever since. I do highly recommend it, too. It's not your average run-of-the-mill, self-help book because there are many helpful suggestions, which I have been able to apply and they've worked...so far. ;>
Being walked on in a relationship is unhealthy for everyone — the one being tread on, the ones watching, and the one walking. You can not have a stable, growing relationship when one of the parties is on the floor licking boots.
I'm going to pick on some newbies to my blog because I would like to know more about them. Please know, ladies, I am never offended if you choose not to participate.
In no particular order...
1. Terri at Lakewood Manor
2. Sue at Thistle Patch Hill
3. Leah at South Breeze Farm
Have a wonderful Thursday...just two weeks to Thanksgiving...wow!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I've been puttering this morning trying to pull a few things together and to absorb the household things that I've decided to keep. You know how it is with these "restructuring" issues — one thing leads to another. That means that I've actually been in the basement finding shelves for the extras when I really didn't want to spend time down there since the first floor was a wreck, but in order to get the first floor back in shape... 8>. Oh well, if only this was my biggest problem.
That painting above has been floating all over the place for a month; hopefully, it's found its new home for at least a week or two. I bought it as a Christmas gift for a family member whose favorite color is green. It was sitting out waiting to be wrapped when the family member showed up one afternoon shortly before Christmas that year and announced, "That's the ugliest picture I've ever seen." Well, needless to say, it became mine.
The top of the refrigerator got straightened up a bit as well. Should've taken before and afters, but suffice it to say that the top was cluttered with cookie tins and tea boxes.
The cleaning continues...here at the house, and here at Haven.
Oh, I promised to get back to you on the vinegar...it does work. I will probably use it every time the stuff gets cleaned. The most yellowed things did not come back to white, but they did brighten. All the "stickiness" was eliminated from all the pieces. As for my face? Why I am as beautiful as ever even if I do smell like a salad. :D
Have a wonderful day, Dear Ones.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
It has been my privilege to stand beside him at more than one parade. He is old and bent now — very old, very bent. Still, when the flag goes by, he stands taller and salutes as sharply as an old soldier can. I have seen the tear fill his eye and course down his cheek. It's made me stand a little taller and prouder, too.
A group of twelve veterans attended a special Sunday morning service at the church that John attends. They were invited to the front of the sanctuary where they shared what war they had served in and where, and what branch of the military. "It was an honor to recognize and honor them. I also felt proud knowing that I have three granddaughters serving in our armed forces at present. They know that freedom is not cheap and that it requires constant vigilance to preserve."
God bless all our Veterans who have served and who serve today. May God richly bless their service to this country. May freedom and peace always be our goal.
Monday, November 10, 2008
My sink is full of Tupperware in various shades of dingy yellow. I am not such a big fan of plastic, but I do like the cake carriers and those round things...they work great for carting cupcakes. Anyway, as you can see, the problem is the dinginess. I found a white vinegar solution suggested and have decided to give that a try. I'll let you know what I think. It's soaking.
Also found a gal who uses white vinegar as a facial wash. Yes, her face. So, naturally, I did what any woman would do with a gallon of white vinegar and a face that needed washing. She says that her face is youthful and soft. What do I say? Well, my face was much softer after I washed it with vinegar. Let me get back to you on that youthful bit.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone — for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.
~1 Timothy 2:1–4
(Sorry about that malfunctioning You Tube...)
Friday, November 7, 2008
John's place is almost ready for him to just fly through it doing the last minute touch-ups. Nearly everything is packed and already here or wherever it is going. In the meantime, I feel so greedy...as if I've been to a flea market and bought way too much. A bean pot, pots and pans, casserole dishes, pie plates, linens, silverware, clocks, books, candles, etc., etc., etc.
John and I have a lot of fun even when working. Nice to know that one can work with her hubby and have a good time. He's easy to get along with, takes all my orders ;>, rarely complains, and can be talked into buying Italian sandwiches on the spur of the moment. He's full of quips that crack me up all day long and make the time fly. Sorry, schmoopy again.
My mother is having surgery this morning and I am her designated driver. Once I get home this afternoon, I'll be pouring some nice hot tea and getting caught up on your blogs for a change. It'll be soooo sweet and I am soooo looking forward to it. Catch you later...
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Yesterday morning, I wandered around in circles in my own home listless and unbelieving over the election results. John had an appointment and when he came home, we talked for a while. Then we went to lie down as our nerves were shot.
At three, we decided that eating would be a good idea so we headed off for steaks at our local diner where we can get amazing meals for under $10. Who knew that we had found one of the last bastions of Conservative Opinion right there on Main Street in our own hometown.
One can watch the cook and owner working the grill and he began to share his opinion about our new President-elect. He described him as a Muslim and not a black man saying that there's a big difference. He thinks that the entire country is crazy for voting such a person into office. What he finds particularly galling is that "a Muslim" is in office just seven plus years after September 11, 2001. With a son in Iraq, he is understandably worried.
He said that he'd heard that the Canadians were manning their borders with rifles at the ready. We all laughed. Some of the banter was bawdy; some of it was light; some of it was incorrect, but all of it helped. It's good to know that we can still laugh. I'm seriously considering taking the little cartoon circling the internet about cream of crap soup to him tomorrow. (removed)
Some have suggested that I set aside my rancor and toss my cap into the ring and support the new president-elect. Highly unlikely! I will not set my principles aside for someone else's. Remember, I told you some time ago that I don't vote for a person because I agree with him or her; I vote for the person who most agrees with me. More of you should have done the same, but that's water under the bridge now. One thing I hope to give up soon, though, is my habit of disrespecting the president-elect by referring to him as President-elect first and last initial.
What I will do is continue to pray. Sometimes I will shed copious tears as I did when praying for my grandsons today knowing that what their lives might have been is changed. John has three granddaughters serving in the military right now; one is in the Persian Gulf. Needless to say, he's plenty concerned.
I pledge to pray for this country daily, for all of its peoples, and for all of its interests. I will pray for God's guidance and implementation for the things that are worthy that may come from this presidency, but that those things which are not in agreement with the principles and concepts of the Constitution and the intents of our Founding Fathers will come to nothing. It is with immense pride that I recognize from whence this nation has come.
At some points today, I felt as if I needed to say goodbye to this community. Blogging seemed hopelessly futile and a ridiculous waste of time in light of bigger issues. Perhaps I need to start yet another blog where I can share things of a more political nature. Anyway, after today, I am returning to blogging as usual here at A Haven — you know, dishes and drapes without all the drama.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
May God have mercy on us, on the United States, and on the world. Though I don't wish to frighten anyone, I believe that it is the beginning of the end. "The End" is a good thing, a very good thing, if one knows the rest of the story. It's those chapters in between that are troubling.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Here in my corner of the globe, there's been some controversy about the sign that you see pictured in the article above. It's an eight by twelve foot sign easily visible from the highway depicting the candidates' qualifications. The owner of the sign has been told to remove it; he has refused. The photo on the left depicts a candidate wearing the traditional clothing of Somalia; the candidate on the right shows a much younger man wearing the uniform of the U.S. Navy. This quote from Ronald Reagan tops the photos: It is freedom itself that still hangs in the balance, and freedom is never more than one generation from extinction.
Until two weeks ago, I was not concerned about freedom hanging in the balance. This morning, I am absolutely concerned about freedom hanging in the balance. Something is very fishy about a man who refuses to release documents and whose friends read like a "Haters of America" club. Call me old-fashioned, but I simply believe that the President of the United States ought to be an American. We're not even one hundred per cent certain that one of the candidates is. One thing I do know, one is NOT a patriot.
This *link* to Truth or Fiction dot com tells more about this photograph in a more fair way than I ever could. To me, the photo shows a man who has no qualms about dissing the flag of the United States or its anthem. And he wants to be the president?! Incredible! What's more incredible is that enough people could vote (along with Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and a bevy of other cartoon characters) to make that happen. Unbelievable! Incomprehensible!
One way or the other, the ballots will be cast as the peoples of our nation march to the polls tomorrow. Please join me in praying that God's will be done. Dare I invoke the will of God in this election? You bet that I do! The blood of the innocents compels me.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Yesterday Leah @ South Breeze Farm reminded me about the Giving Thanks Challenge...the button will be in my sidebar all this month. Perhaps you will join us, if you haven't already; I do hope so!
Since I am starting a day late, I think that I can get away with doing two. Now it's a given that I am grateful to be a child of the Living God. I would be nowhere without Him and without His Son who gave Himself for me and Who is most especially fond of me. This year has been a steady moving forward with Him...so many of you have mentioned that you see a difference. I feel a difference. I've known the Lord since I was ten years old; I went to a Christian college; I married a Christian man; I taught in a Christian school; I raised two children in the faith. All of this, but I still did not understand the depth of His love for me. I was very busy trying to be "good enough" not realizing that everything had already been done by Christ on the cross. There is nothing that I can do to add a single thing to what He has already done. Now my goal is to walk with Him, talk with Him, listen for His voice, and to relax in His love. This makes all the difference. So first of all I am grateful for finally recognizing my life in Christ.
Second of all, I am beyond grateful for the man whom God has sent to share my life. He is so thoughtful and caring, kind and giving, funny and handsome and, for some crazy reason, he thinks I'm top shelf. As I was looking over the photos I had taken Friday night, I came to this one and it made me gasp. *Gasp* I tell you.
I saw the love beaming from my daughter's face toward my little grandson and I saw the expression on the little grand's face as he savored his candy and then I saw John's face directed toward me...such love there. Ahhh, yes, I am profoundly grateful for this gift of God.
That catches me up. For the remainder of the month, I'll be adding to my list in my sidebar where I hope not to be this schmoopy all month long.
God bless your Sunday!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
November brings my favorite holiday and all the cozy warmth of browns and golds, coppers and bronze. We'll not discuss what else November brings.
Winter berries must be harvested soon to use in Thanksgiving and Christmas decor. If one waits much longer, the bears, deer, and birds will have eaten them all up. We got ours from John's property from this very bush, which does not look so full and lovely anymore. Along one of our highways lives a lady who has a giant winterberry bush with a sign that says: Do NOT cut my berries! They do look beautiful against the snow. (No, we have no snow yet. I'm just using my imagination; to imagine snow is not too difficult, unfortunately. Oh dear! And I said that we wouldn't discuss this.)
Have a wonderful weekend, Dear Ones. I'll catch you Monday I hope!
Friday, October 31, 2008
The pirate outfit is a hand-me-down, but our little pirate this year will not be enjoying a Thomas the Train costume next. I get the distinct sense that my little grandson will be wearing it until it falls apart. He adores Thomas the Train. You've never seen a more angelic pirate who only wanted to nibble candy at his mama's knee or hug his teddy bear.
Thing is, I don't have a lot to share. Every day we wake, get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and off we go. John works on his carpentering...new door, new wall, new sheetrock, new floor. I work on packing up the remains of his life there bringing it either to my house or to the transfer station. He's also donated a lot of things. This packing up of a life isn't easy. I know he's had some trouble letting some things go.
In the evening, we come home and I try to absorb all that was gleaned...books, clothing, linens, dishes, food. It gets interesting. Course I do love a good yard sale. ;>
Tonight we went to town and shopped at Home Depot for lighting fixtures. I had decided to completely defer to him. I wound up selecting the light for the living room and he selected the lights for the bedrooms. Perfect. Out for a hamburger and home we came where he busily washed dishes while I was at the computer.
Someone asked where John would live — why with me, of course. I think that the wedding may have gone by too quickly for my visitor to have noticed.
Here's a photo of John's long driveway. Good thing that he has a plow because that thing would be a real pain to shovel. Wasn't that a nasty trick Old Mother Nature played on so many this early in the season? And did I hear that it snowed in London today? Whatever happened to global warming?!
Have a relaxing weekend, Dear Ones.
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Ghost story for Halloween...
One night a weary traveler arrived at an old hotel to rent a room. His fourth floor room was right at the top of the stairs. At midnight he heard the creak of the stairs far below and a quavering voice said, "It floats. It floooooaaaats." Frightened the traveler covered up his head with his bed coverings, but still the steps climbed higher and higher and "the voice" proclaimed its eerie message. Finally, when the traveler could take it no more, he screamed, "What floats?"
And in the most cheerful way imaginable the voice responded, "Ivory Soap floats!"
Sorry, it's the best that I could do. Why this is the only ghost story I remember is anyone's guess.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
And take last Saturday...I was baking the annual apple pie. No, I took no notice of the day I made last year's apple pie. Would you like to guess how far apart the two events were? Same day. One year apart. Weird. I am.
Baking apple pies from scratch...homemade crust and all...is such a labor intensive affair that it can't be allowed to go unnoticed. Isn't it pretty? Much prettier than last year's photo, too, I think.
I also baked that apple cake that Chocolatechic was talking about last Saturday. Mine was just as pretty as hers except a little darker. Okay, a lot darker and that's why I didn't share a photo because, oh all right, I burned it. How you ask? I was blogging. That's right...blogging. A girl can't do it all all the time. Gheesshhh. Anyway, this is just to testify that, even though it was slightly burned, it was still moist with those cinnamony pockets of apple goodness...special. If you bake one, yours will be very pretty and tasty.
Late yesterday afternoon, I went over to John's house to see how things were going as he is preparing his home to rent. So much to do and the poor man needs my help. I saw it all so clearly. He's overwhelmed with it all. So I am going to be helping him a lot more...he may live to regret this...and that means that I won't be around Blogdom as often. I'll miss being able to check in on you whenever I feel like it. I know that this is not going to be just a week's nor even a month's job, but I hope to be figure out my new schedule soon. I think I might go nuts without you all.
Leaving you with a picture of my autumn leaves in the most lovely shades of silvery sage and salmon...
Enjoy a wonderful Tuesday!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Kari and Kijsa sure know how to surprise a gal! It was flabbergasting to be included in the list of wonderful bloggers who received the above award from them. My blog has never been so busy and I'm certain that I didn't have things as tidy and neat as they should have been to welcome guests from all over. I didn't have anything delicious to offer anyone...nary a nibble in sight. Nevertheless, I do want to thank each and every person who wandered in from Kari and Kijsa's; it's been a blessing! And most of all, I'd like to thank both Kari and Kijsa for the honor.
This is how the sisters described this award:
And that is our goal and purpose behind this blog...to inspire others to join us on the exciting, thrilling journey ahead. We want to succeed in sparking creativity in the lives of others for that is how we measure our success. In short...we try to each and every minute of every wonderful day be "Designing for Life."
And so...in the spirit of design uniqueness and creativity...we wanted to honor some truly special and wonderful blogs that we felt represented this philosophy to the fullest extent...feel free to share your award with two other blogs who you feel are truly "Designing for Life."
Today I am going to award Ruthann at Warm Pie, Happy Home. Her blog is a wealth of joy in all things needed for creating a warm and happy home. In her case, it does include pie. It also includes a merry heart and a giving spirit.
Next, I'm awarding Suzanne at The Farmer's Wife who does e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. She cooks, she cleans, she sews, she lays tile, she pours concrete, and she writes. (See?!) Best of all, she shares it all with us.
Can't wait to see whom you'll pass this along to, Gals.
Have a great Monday, everyone!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
You've been seeing these everywhere and I think they're so cute, too. Just didn't have the strength to core out the polka dots. Aha! Blessed me! I know just who'll be willing to help.
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Yesterday morning the phone rang and who do you suppose it was? Barbara! Now getting two phone calls from the UK is just off the charts fun. Barbara has one of those beautiful English voices like Linds'. And she's every bit as calm and collected as you can imagine. As we were saying our goodbyes she asked, "Will you have a good day?" I assured her that I would and now those of you who've been asked will know the rest of the story. ;>
Will you have a lovely Saturday? You'd better!
first photo image: allowed to stand as it provides free advertising and I sourced it good enough. If you don't like it, tell Martha!
Friday, October 24, 2008
It's official. I am the proud owner of three of Dawn's tutorials. Two I purchased and one she gave me because she loves me. Believe me, I love her, too. I've made a journal for telephone messages for my parents; I made a journal for John; my grandmother made a little pocketbook notebook, all a few months ago. But until yesterday morning, I had not known the joy of making much that looked like anything. Why? Simply put, I can't follow directions for beans. But that's not Dawn's fault. No, it is not. She has put together a completely cogent tutorial that is very easy to follow if one only will. So what do you think of my final product? It's not perfect, but I am improving. If you've ever thought about making a purchase from Dawn's Lessons from The Nest, you will not be disappointed.
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Then, as I was setting the table for dinner, (we eat our large meal about one in the afternoon), John came in saying that he had a gift for me.
A found bird's nest just lying on his porch! Does he look tired to you? Yes, he's been getting his house ready to rent and he's also been climbing trees to gather a hornet's nest also for me. A bird's nest and a hornet's nest are delightful gifts, but they do not compare to this man of mine who really knows me very well to realize that I would be thrilled with these offerings from nature.
Friday already? Again?!!! Unbelievable. Have a good one.
Edited to Add:
Say, I was just visiting Margo where she reminded folks to get the photos in for the calendar she's putting together. The deadline is tomorrow. See the Robolady button in my sidebar for the link... just one click and you're there.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The BFF award has been given to me by two of my dear blogging buds...Kathy @ Shocking Pink Thread and Pat @ Mille Fiori Favoriti.
Kathy didn't have any rules. In fact, she encouraged me to make up my own! I like that. Pat, on the other hand, had rules and here is the list:
1. You may only choose 5 people/blogs to give the award to...
2. Four have to be dedicated followers of your blog...
3. One has to be a new follower of your blog or live in another part of the world...
I am going to give this award to eight dedicated followers of my blog, if I can find some. Just kidding! I am going to go back to my archives right now and see who showed first and is still hanging in there with me. Okay, here we go...
1. Melissa @ The Inspired Room was my very first commenter. What a joy it has been to get to know her better in the past 15 months. Even though she has so much happening in her world with a wildly successful blog, she often swings by with an encouraging word. BFF, Melissa!
2. Barbara @ Ramblings from an English Garden was the second blogger to comment. I just adore Barbara and was so thrilled when she began to visit and she still does. BFF, Barbara!
3. Kari @ Just Livin' Large was the third and, by golly, if she doesn't keep on coming back for more of the drivel, too. Kari and I are nearly two peas in a party pod. ;> BFF, Kari!
4. Then would you believe Kari's Aunt Sandi @ Holding Patterns arrived? I'm so glad that she did. She commented on my grandmother's house. Love Sandi and her wonderfully funny blog. If you haven't stopped by to wish her a happy fortieth wedding anniversary, do it and be blessed by a knock-your-socks-off post about her beloved Mac. BFF, Sandi!
5. Terri @ Wind Lost was next. This gal is incredibly busy and she still stops by. Terri also was the winner of my first giveaway...a Country Living magazine subscription. I have worried ever since because Country Living is not the best match for Terri who is now posting on her recent trip to Paris. Go have a look! BFF, Terri!
6. La Tea Dah @ Gracious Hospitality then came along. She is the epitome of a gracious hostess and I was delighted when she commented. We got to know one another much better after she hosted this event:
BFF, La Tea Dah!
7. Judy @ My Front Porch showed up on the same post as La Tea Dah. What a happy day for me. I think that we comment on each other's posts no matter what. I love seeing her beautiful world and hearing about her wonderful family. There's been some heartache this year and some real joys. No matter what...I'll be there for her and I believe that she'll be here for me. BFF, Judy!
8. A Woman Who Is @ In a Garden was next. We met via Barbara as I recall. That's one of the joys of blogging. We meet someone in another blog altogether and realize that we are kindred spirits or kindred grandmothers. BFF, Cindy!
9. And though Miss Sandy @ Quill Cottage missed out by inches, I can't leave this precious gal off my list. (Remember, Kathy said that I could make up my own rules.) She's been so very supportive of this blog and I love hers. BFF, Miss Sandy!
I have so many that I would love to include because, whether you visit me or I visit you or it's a reciprocal thing, I love my blogging buddies. My world is bigger and brighter with all of you in it.
Now for two newer followers of my blog...this is tougher...but it's also fun!
1. Christi @ Charm and Grace Cottage BFF, Christi!
2. Kathi @ Lavender, Lace and Thyme BFF, Kathi!
Humble thanks for reading on a regular basis. I appreciate you so much. Looking forward to many more good times with each and every one of you.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Here's a photo of one of my grandmother's shelves chosen because photos of her younger self with her mother are there in the center. She was 17 years old in those photos. I love the warm wrap about her sleeveless shift. So cute! The photo to the left is of her mother also at 17 somewhere around 1890.
And here's her birthday self seated in her bedroom chair beneath the shelves holding a bottle of birthday posies.
Here she is holding another kind of bottle entirely. See that little grin? She actually only takes a sip or two if in some sort of distress. It gives her just enough of a lift to keep her ticking right along. Should that have been one of her secrets to a long life? ;D
Nan and her great-great-grand. What a heritage we enjoy!
Thanks for visiting today and have a marvelous Wednesday!