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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Orange Tulips

Oh I am late today. Must be channeling the White Rabbit. Hope I can get this finished by 10:00. I began at 9:50. Yup, it's a race. (For what it's worth, I have noticed that I can get posts published much quicker using Blogger in Draft. See former posts in the last week for more information if you have no idea what I'm talking about.)

Last night we had to go fetch the rest of John's prescription. This is my latest pet peeve. The pharmacy doesn't have enough medication to fill the entire prescription and so we must return. With gas prices what they are, it is a real inconvenience. We have no home town pharmacy and must travel ten miles to get to the closest one.

It did give me the chance to pick up more tulips. This time, an in-pot one. How nicely it matches the orange tulips in my calendar. I always choose flowers to match my calendar don'tcha know. ;>



It came with one of those fussy wrappers that was so cute and Eastery, but not so good for the plant so I did this thing.  Yikes! 9:57 a.m.



So I set it in a bowl that wasn't pretty enough to display and then used a doily to pull up around it. That little pile of marshmallow bunnies? I LOVE stale marshmallows. Am I weird? Don't answer that!

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I wanted to show you something I've been inspired to try seeing it done so beautifully all over Blogdom.

It's a picture of the Pink Moon. Thank you, Aunt Amelia, for sharing *the information.*

I used one of *Kim Klassen's backgrounds,* put in a little pink, and used my photograph. I kind of like it. What do you think?

Here's the original photo.





Okay, it's 10:07 a.m. I'll drop in links later... (Done! 10:14 a.m.)


Monday, April 18, 2011

Helmet Day


And here's the mosaic that didn't make Mosaic Monday. Saturday was helmet day when the grands, thanks to their generous auntie, were gifted with brand new bike helmets. We traveled for about an hour to my daughter's favorite bike shop and the boys selected their own. What a treat! Then they requested Pizza Hut for lunch. Speaking of helmet...wouldja look at my hair? Ai yi yi. I think that I'd better get myself to the hairdresser pronto. Both boys have new bikes, but the baby grand just loves his Thomas the Train bike still and can't give it up to move on. So cute!

It was freezing Saturday, I'm very glad that the weather turned warmer again just in time for some rousing games of marbles with the grands yesterday afternoon. I wish that the camera had been out, but I was too busy playing and so was John. We got delightfully muddy and the boys were very pleased with their marble bags and marbles. Baby Grand is not too interested in the game, but terribly interested in the accoutrements. Older Grand is not only interested in the game, he's very good at the game winning twice. We did not play for keeps; we played for fun. And fun is what we had.

I just realized that I have passed a milestone here in Blogdom that should be recognized. Yesterday's post made my 1,000th. Let me think of a way to celebrate and I'll get back to you soon. I'd like to make it special.

So how was your weekend?





Sunday, April 17, 2011

Easter Decor~Mosaic Monday

I often find Easter decorating inspiration in magazines. These are found in Country Living, Better Homes and Gardens, and Southern Living.
1. Southern Living

2. Southern Living

3. Southern Living

4. Country Living

5. Better Homes and Gardens

6. Better Homes and Gardens

7. Country Living

OOPS! I have no idea what happened here...the entire post slipped off when I tried to shift a photo. Silly Blogger!

Linking to Mary at Little Red House.
A wonderful week to you!

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Palm Sunday

God has never taken his eyes off you. Not for a millisecond. He's always near. He lives to hear your heartbeat. He loves to hear your prayers. He'd die for your sin before he'd let you die in your sin. And he did.

What do you do with such a  Savior? Don't you sing to him? Don't you celebrate him in baptism, elevate him in Communion? Don't you bow a knee, lower a head, hammer a nail, feed the poor, and lift up your gift in worship? Of course you do.

Worship God. Applaud him loud and often. For your sake, you need it.

And for heaven's sake, he deserves it. ~Max Lucado from Cure for the Common Life

The people gave him a wonderful welcome, some throwing their coats on the street, others spreading out rushes they had cut in the fields. Running ahead and following after, they were calling out,

Hosanna!

Blessed is he who comes in God's name!

Blessed the coming kingdom of our father David!

Hosanna in highest heaven!

Mark 11:8–10

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Blessed are the Flexible


It doesn't matter how many times I clear off the clutter from the refrigerator, it all just piles right back on. Let's see, I still have the book page envelope from Aunt Ess being held on by the butterflies John gave me, an empty grocery list, the little thing I tossed together using an old day calendar, Brenda's recipe for Cowboy Cookies juxtaposed nicely with a diet my doctor gave me. And that little windmill? I used to think it was tacky, tacky, tacky hanging on my grandmother's refrigerator. Now I think that it's just about the dearest thing ever.

Diet? Oh that. Well I'm not doing so great with it. I'm using food to medicate. Weight is a lot like the clutter on my refrigerator.

Anyway, my sister is not here and there is much to be done, which means I'm it. There are extra concerns when a memorial service and a committal service must be separated because of winter weather. Though I try not to borrow any trouble from tomorrow (weeks from now), I'm already imagining the griefs that will be revisited after we've all hobbled along so very well since January. And I'm thinking about all those who could not make the memorial service who wished to come instead to the committal service so there's a bit of planning to be done and I do not excel at such things. That was always Mother's department.

My sister has a brand new job where she doesn't want to make waves. She's already put in for a weekend to come home for the graveside service and now we learn that she chose the one weekend of the summer with a wedding planned so both of my mother's pastors are unavailable. We'll just have to move directly on to Plan B. You know what they say about "plan b" don't you? If Plan B were any good, we'd have called it Plan A. At least it's teaching me all over again to never assume.

It's the little things like this that I find so unsettling. I don't know why. Life happens. Flexibility is important or as a friend used to say, "Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be broken."

Anyway, it's a gloriously sunny day so even if the temps are chilly, it'll be good to be out doing my errands. I'll try to look at it that way. My doctor asked with raised eyebrow, "Do you have trouble getting out of the house?" My response was that I don't like it, but I can do it when I must. Today I must.

You have a lovely Friday and a blessed Palm Sunday weekend.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Blogger in Draft, Et Cetera

This is what I took from yesterday's post: perhaps I should be working in Blogger in Draft. Today I am. So far, so good.

Thank you to everyone who participated in my poll. I'm keeping it up through the end of April so please consider answering the questions if you haven't already. What I am learning is that some bloggers have nearly zero problems and the rest of us have far too many. Blogging should be fun; it should not take one blogger three times as long to accomplish the same task because her pictures are disappearing or because her text won't stay formatted. Here's to happier blogging!

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Thought I'd share how much snow has gone in a week. It's amazing what a little sun, warmer temps, and a lot of rain can do.



1. Snow gone, sap buckets gone, too (Does this mean I must redo my header?)

2. Daffodil buds

3. Everlasting (a very pretty ground cover popping through)

4. Azalea bush and Toby

5. A lot of sand on front lawn...a lot of raking to be done (Remember my crazy neighbor plowing his yard of snow onto my lawn? I should offer him a rake.)

6. The plate border survived the winter

7. Side lawn's ruts raked out (thanks to John) and forsythia bushes beyond...no blooms yet

8. Plenty of snow patches still about

9. Something new coming  up (I have no idea what it is); something old coming up (a sprig of grass)

Fascinating, say what?!

I sincerely hope that your spring is way ahead of mine! Enjoy a happy day...


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Edited to Add: Thursday, 6:48 AM... I'm not putting up a new post today. Not much sense in it really since all of Blogdom is out playing. I just slapped in my latest backyard water feature in case anyone wandered in needing something new...eight seconds and it sounds so lovely.


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Rolling Blog-Outs

When reading the book O*ne T*housand G*ifts, I thought a lot about the problem that I'm going to discuss today. The author suggests that any time we are disgruntled or unsettled it's because we are ungrateful and ungratitude is the source of all sin. Funny how the issue of blogs not updating becomes the perfect object lesson for my condition.

Yes, I have been sinning a lot. I am extremely annoyed by blogging these days because the systems seem to be failing. As a result, I find that I am ungrateful for the very host who allows me to play here in Blogdom. I hear about the troubles all over Blogdom — pictures are not uploading, comments are lost, pictures are lost, formatting doesn't hold, and the worst of all, in my book — a new post languishes for 12 hours. Now if my car wouldn't start for 12 hours, it'd be hauled off so fast. And another grumble is that there is no one to contact. No one. Crickets. We depend upon each other for information because it is impossible to get through to someone who can help.

Do you all visit *Known Blogger Issues*? At least that way, you can know what is not working and for how long it hasn't been working, and if there's any hope at all.

Please feel free to vent in comments. Let me know what's bugging you the most. Sometimes a blogger is so frustrated that I attempt to settle her down with a "There...there, it's just your turn. We all have them here in Blogdom. It'll right itself eventually."

Lately, I've decided that that is entirely too patronizing so I am preparing a survey that will sit high in my sidebar and I hope that everyone who blogs and visits here will feel free to fill it out. I'm eager to know your concerns, too.

Edited to Add: 10:25 am

Apparently, I have another growing entry expanding to gather in as much info as possible.


I Googled "Blogger in draft" and immediately my Dashboard popped up with a handy little box to click. I did. I don't know how it'll work not having tried it (or am I trying it now?) Using Blogger in draft is what Karen suggests will work better. Please read comments for further tips and suggestions.

ETA: Working in Blogger in Draft also provides a handy page for reporting any issues. I think that is very cool. See?



Just as a point of amusement, this is how it went putting together the poll on my sidebar. (Puleese fill it out. Pretty Please? Sugar on top?)


This is the story of my blogging life in a nutshell. ☺

Monday, April 11, 2011

We Were Not Thinking

"It's a good thing we didn't measure this," John puffed as he pushed the box spring up the stairs while I tugged from above.  "We'd never have bought it!"

And that is the truth of it. My Serta mattress needed replacing after seventeen years. It had a ten-year warranty as does the new one. (It isn't a Serta.) The new mattress is nearly two inches deeper than the old one necessitating new bedding, which we also didn't consider.

Further, we didn't consider needing a ladder, a catapault, a pole vault, a trampoline, something to climb into bed!


John's platform (top); my bench (below). The beautiful mattress in the middle and the impossible corner at right

How'd we sleep? Not very well. I'm a titch concerned actually. As we lay there staring at the ceiling last night, the ceiling's being so much closer to us now, John said, "I can feel my iliums."

"Stop talking that way," said I and rolled over to sleep.

We were still laughing about it this morning. I won't be laughing tomorrow morning if we don't sleep better tonight.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Easter Bread~Mosaic Monday

Left to Right:
Bread pans waiting, bread dough rising, dirty dishes piling, and the best loaf posing.


Until Easter 2008, I had never heard of this recipe. It was introduced to me by Lovella at What Matters Most. In fact, you'll find the link to her recipe on her sidebar. That year I wrote on the recipe: This is the most delicious bread I've ever eaten. Make it every Easter forever! I'm pretty sure that that's what you'd write on your recipe, too. It also has an interesting history. Check it all out at Lovella's place or at Mennonite Girls Can Cook. (Now they've got a beautiful mosaic!)



Though my Easter bread didn't turn out as well as in years past (all my own fault...too little flour), it still made some amazing toast and, slathered with apricot jam, it could've almost fooled me.

Linking to Mary at Little Red House. Mary, please, have a piece of toast. Anybody? I can make more!




Colossians 2:2–3


Blessings this day and through the coming days as we move toward Palm Sunday, Good Friday, and Easter Sunday. So much to think and wonder about...

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Saturday, April 9, 2011

My Version of Another Spring Wreath

Anyone who visits here for long knows that I tend to spiral around in big loops. Topics return again and again in ever widening circles. Such is the case today as I show you my version of *this spring wreath* mentioned a couple of weeks ago and hinted at just yesterday.


My ongoing theme is to use things I already have. I tried this project and failed with some teal green yarn so I did have to purchase the proper color. At the price ($4.49 per skein), I purchased one Fun Fur in lime. Fearing that just one would not be enough to wrap a wreath form, I decided to use an old 8x10 picture frame. That way, I could have the grassy wreath and the square wreath I am so fond of.


I needn't have worried because it took about half of the Fun Fur.

Then I decided that I should make my own white flowers using crochet thread with that itty bitty crochet hook. I haven't used that stuff in years and it was a challenge for me. I managed to make three giving them yellow centers.


I made a little "Happy Spring" sign...


and hung it on the front door. (That door is so going to be painted this spring if it ever warms up enough.)

**Now I have more ideas so this may not be the last you see of this poor little thing.

We are supposed to be receiving our best days of spring thus far this weekend. We're going to enjoy them with family and by being outside a bit. Yay!

Have a delightful weekend yourself!

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It needed something...

yellow ribbon on green wreath on yellow door

Friday, April 8, 2011

It's Not Easy Being Green...

...and it may not matter much. That's just this gal's opinion. We recycle, reuse, repurpose, create treasure from trash, and try not to be wasteful. I've spoken about this before and have even featured the local dump transfer station on my blog more than once *here* and *here.* It came as something of a shock to learn last summer that our recycled items had no place to go. The townspeople continue to practice recycling and the town just unloads it all to the same pit where it is buried. Guess they want to keep us in practice because, if we dared to show up doing what they're ultimately going to do anyway, we'd not be allowed to use the facility. Talk about a case of the Emperor's having no clothes.

So it was with some amusement that I listened to the teenage clerk at Joann's gush on and on and on about my purchase of a reusable bag. She thanked me and told me how wise I was explaining in great detail the horrors of plastic shopping bags. Finally, I could take it no longer and told her my real reason for its purchase. "Oh, I have no plans to use this when coming to Joann's," I told her, "it's just cheaper than a basket for storing my crafting projects." I think I took the wind out of her sails, though she valiantly replied, "That's a very good idea!"

Cute graphics; cute handle (John wants the inches to be inches, but that's his little problem.)

Prior to its purchase, the living room looked as if it were a crafter's nightmare. Crocheting on the arm of this chair and that one, too. A ball of yarn partially unwound on the floor...Fioré was obviously up to tricks. Little posies in this pile and that. Now let's see what's in the bag.


See those tiny little clothespins? Some of you know the true plans I have for them, but I also discovered that they keep the balls of yarn from unraveling. And, at last, the real shade of green that I need for that spring wreath I've been wanting to do. The former one was made with teal, which didn't make for realistic looking grass at all, unless you're lost in the chocolate factory with Willy Wonka. That plastic lunch bag is for collecting all the little yarn leavings for nest kits for the birds. My trees and shrubs have little gifts of yarn everywhere. Hmmm, now the yard looks like a crafter's nightmare. Hope those birds find my gifts soon.

My last blessing from Joann's was this chocolate covered Peep. Have you tried one?

They're good!

Enjoy your day...


Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Dirty Truth


Oh it's a right regular fright show around here. Today is April 7, 2011. These pictures were taken yesterday afternoon. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I am surrounded by snow and ice. Which of these pictures would you think I like best? Bingo. The one on the top. It looks like icy hieroglyphics.



Last year? Last year on April 4, 2010, my backyard looked like this; it was shirtsleeve and flip-flop weather.Wonder when we'll see scenes like this again? And. what. in. the. world. is John doing with Jake?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Keeping a Blog Private

Bless you, bless you, bless you to those who rose to the challenge of answering yesterday's question. Your varied responses prove that there is more than one way to do a thing. Lovella answered in the simplest of ways and I'm sharing her response up front:

The new private blog which is unseen at all is easy peasy. In your edit profile ..simply unclick the blog you do not want to be visible on your profile. I am not sure if that is what you mean but from what I can tell you want it completely invisible. . .for only family to read. You would give them permissions in the permission slot.

Edit Profile is found in the Dashboard Section

Several options are listed

Including which blogs to display

As you can see, I have two blogs. *I decided to show only one on my profile. As Lovella says, "easy peasy." Thank you, Lovella!

Now all of the above was for those of you who, like me, didn't know. Go forth and create a private blog...oh the possibilities!

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In other news, my hands have seized up after all that crocheting so I'm all done with that for a while. I managed to move forward instead of in circles on the tiramisu blanket mentioned yesterday and now have a little white number suitable for John's little great-granddaughter's baby doll. It's kind of cute, but has a few minor issues the largest of which is that I changed the pattern. Still that edging and the woven ribbon are what make it for me. Some fine day, when my hands have calmed down, I'll get back to doing it properly.



Whatever am I going to talk about now that I can't discuss crocheting? ☺


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Crochet Skills AND a Question

What Went Wrong

So I've been growing in crochet skills by such leaps and bounds that I decided to whip up Alicia's Tiramisu Blanket with my leftover yarn from the little wreath.  I love her blog Posie Gets Cozy. I visit nearly every single day; I never say a peep; I'm that much in awe of what she does.  I just tried the button on her sidebar for the free directions and it isn't working (maybe it isn't working; it doesn't seem to be working; I dare not make any big pronouncements about blogging issues anymore).  I went the circuitous route and Googled finding it *here.*

It soon became evident that something was going terribly awry. Awry.Terribly. I had paid no attention to yarn weight and hook size; nevertheless, I didn't want to start all over. I'm so immature that way. I have very few bad memories of my mother, but one is that she always, without fail, made me start over a project gone wrong. I'd clutch the whatever to my chest yelling, "Nooooooo" and she'd wrest it from me and take it back to the last good stitch. My thinking was so what if I'm wearing a crocheted vest that is a size 22 on the top and a size 6 on the bottom. What's your point? Hers was no daughter of mine is going to create such an inferior piece of work.

Anyway, the short of it is that I decided to finish up at the end of the row, practice the edging, and make someone else suffer with the results.



Don't let those pitiful looks make you think that she doesn't love it. ☺

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QUESTION:

For some time now, I've been wanting to write a private journal for my family. It would involve family matters and things only a family would be interested in.

PROBLEM:

I don't want to have that blog be attached on either end to my current profile. How do I get around that? Must I create an entirely new identity? New email?

Thank you for any advice you can give.

A happy Tuesday to you all...

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Easter Decorating~Mosaic Monday

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Go figure! Just a quirk I finally learned about uploading images in Blogger. If selecting the largest image to share, readers can not enlarge them. If selecting large, medium or small, a reader can. No April Fool's joke. (Actually, some of you can get the larger image to enlarge. I'm still shaking my head.)

Thanks for visiting. Now have fun exploring by joining Mary for Mosaic Monday at Little Red House.

Wooly Snow


Soon the snow will be melted and I'll have a very clear object lesson in the mud. Mud is miserable. It sucks tires down and buries vehicles up to their hubcaps; it tracks over the drive, up the stairs, and right into the house. It takes vigorous work to be rid of it and, even then, nothing will ever be pristine again until new carpeting or new paint makes it right. Sin is just like that. I'm so glad that we have this promise and more like it — Jesus can clean us up; He Himself covers our sins. What must we do? Only to ask Him to come into our hearts and lives and have His way.

Doesn't the snow look like wool in all its melting puffiness?

An excellent and restful Sunday to you.

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Welcome Blocks, A Red Butterfly, and A Cross

A quick story/ies...


And since it's early morning...a shadowy story...and a story about things beyond the windowsill (ten inches of heavy snow...thank you for your sympathy.)



Another story...a red crocheted butterfly found in the depths of my mother's crochet basket. I received it as a God breeze and attached it to my wreath. My sister calls such moments "God winks." They are points in time when one feels as if there's been a connection with something beyond oneself. Since I have been considering attaching a butterfly to the wreath and had lamented not buying a gossamer one while at Michael's last weekend, to find a crocheted butterfly made by mother seems extra special and it is perfection...so much better than a gossamer one would've been.


Just dropping in a photo to show size and perspective of a vintage bookmark that I found in an old book. It says G&W Co. NYC printed in the U.S.A. on the back.

I've scanned it and you may feel free to snag it.
Have a very pleasant weekend...

Friday, April 1, 2011

Happy April Fool's Day!

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Left to Right; Top to Bottom

When life gives you a lemon (photos 1–3), set the table, make breakfast, nibble on your bacon, grin at the cook, share the bounty by feeding the less fortunate, relax, finish your breakfast, and send appropriate greetings.

Just thought I'd share our first meal at the new table. It washed up like a dream.

Happy April Fool's Day! How many got the same "joke" that we did?


Edited to Add: I think I learned something new this morning. If I use the largest picture option, I can't click on it to enlarge the photo; if I use a smaller size option, I can.
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Thursday, March 31, 2011

More Wee Projects

Sooooo slooowwww this morning... I try to have my posts ready for early posting. Not today.

These are my wee projects: another spring wreath and blocks.


These little spring wreaths are all over Blogdom. I found them on multiple blogs. Basically, it's a wrapped wreath form (I used an old embroidery hoop) using the yarn that looks like bark on a tree. Now if I had saved the label, I could tell you, but I am too efficient for that. I do know that I purchased it on sale at Joann's and it's Vanna White's brand. Then I looked outside for a twig and decided to come right back inside where I snapped one off my stash of tree twigs way over there in the corner.


Usually, I see the twig portion wrapped in green yarn. I didn't care for that look, which is why I'm not linking up today and why I wrapped my twig with more of Vanna's stuff. Then the twig is attached by just wrapping with more yarn...no gluing here. I hate gluing. Other wreaths are then decorated with flowers or mushrooms or butterflies. I decorated with what I had...more crocheted flowers. I'm going crochet flower crazy.


Made a little French knot center and used the yarn tailings to tie the flower to the wreath. The end. Simple. Because I d.e.s.p.i.s.e. my kitchen window for that great block of white between the swing out windows (ugh), I slapped the wreath there and so far so good.


See? I wasn't kidding...I've definitely gone crocheted flower garland crazy.



This is my other little project of the day. I've had these blocks spelling welcome since I arrived at the Haven with teenagers in tow and couldn't toss out their baby blocks. Today, I've decided to try something and we'll see how it turns out together because right now I have no idea...


Here they are in the spray paint box.

Off to forage for food in advance of the coming storm. Stay well and be happy...