tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15728289466411588992024-03-13T15:05:00.847-07:00mgbbknitsTrial and Error from the Barr's FarmMGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-21566955652150247172011-09-30T09:04:00.000-07:002011-09-30T12:07:18.012-07:00My other new neighborThanks to my courageous and protective son, the previous neighbor is no longer with us. We do have a much larger and MUCH friendlier neighbor to share with you all.<br />
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February in Cincinnati may be the grayest experience of my life. The sun does not shine. Is it a river effect? Is it that Cincy is on the western edge of the eastern timezone? Rick and I lived in San Francisco's "Fog Belt". As the name implies the rent was cheap and it was foggy all the time, but never cold.Cold is not such a problem for me as it means I actually can wear the sweaters that I love to knit. No kidding, there was one slightly sunny day the whole month. Between the snow blanketing the ground( white) and the temperature that barely made it above freezing, I felt the lack of color. The combination of the gray and the cold makes me desperate for color. <br />
I have been canning marmalade and champagne jelly just to see the color in the jars! The instructions and recipes in this book are fabulous.<br />
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Today I swung by the grocery and saw ...cabbage. Green, glorious cabbage! Green in shades from bright to so pale that it is almost almost buttery in appearance. I don't know how to cook cabbage so anyone will actually eat it, but again my canning book came to the rescue. For 66 cents, I bought a one and a half pound head of the Spring GREEN veg. I was so excited to start the recipe, that I didn't take a pic of the intact head. Instead, I slivered it up, dumped it in a bowl, sprinkled on 4 teaspoons of kosher salt and played in it by squeezing. Do you know what happens? I had no idea... The salt draws out the water, and before you know there is an easy 2 cups of brine. You have figured out where this is going, haven't you?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Krissof's small batch recipe which fills one two quart Ball jar. You use a water filled baggie to gently press the kraut down in the brine while allowing the brine to trickle out as the cabbage compresses. That is the reason for the bowl. The green leaves are from B's pottery class, just liked the way they looked with the kraut. The best part of all is that it the sauerkraut will sit on my kitchen table for ten days while it pickles. By the time I put a lid on the jar and put it in the refrigerator, hopefully there will be green outside:)!!</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-5023364430251047842011-01-31T10:02:00.000-08:002011-01-31T10:02:25.277-08:00Funnel Cakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Need I say more!! Funnel Cakes...who knew?! Tom Hudgens knew and is now elevated to genius status in my mind and the minds,hearts, and stomachs of hungry teenagers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As a family, we have never been able to pass any funnel cake stand. The state fair, the rodeo, any major league ballgame, a major part of the fun is the "scald your mouth" hot twisting, twirling mass of freshly fried dough. Watching the cream batter hit the grease, see it sink in a pile, then pop to the top and float around the vat a silky brown mass. Then the glorious moment when the vendor flips it on the paper plate to both drain and carry. While the powdered sugar absorbs onto the cake, you are practically tossing the cashier your money. Then comes the moment when one of the children says "I want to carry my own." For a split second you are torn, as this is a moment of independence for your child, you should let him or her carry it. "Tell you what, you carry the cokes, and I'll carry the cake." Really, who cares if cokes are spilled , the worst is when the funnel cake hits the ground, lost forever! Well fear no more as homemade funnel cakes are here!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Hudgens doesn't assume you have a deep fat fryer. I do own a "Cool Daddy" fryer but please don't tell as so many people believe a deep fried food held in your hand will extend evil tentacles grabbing your throat and choking the life out of you on the spot! Please people, this is an OCCASIONAL treat and treat it is! He recommends using a narrow deep saucepan with about 3 inches of vegetable oil. Heat the oil to 375 degrees.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While the oil is heating, mix the flour, eggs, milk, butter, baking powder and vanilla in a bowl. The batter was slightly thick, but dripped from the spoon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Into the delish powdered sugar and flip, A small wire sieve would work as well but this way the powdered sugar is on both sides. Might as well go for broke...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here are some of the remaining ones. Sorry I don't have pictures of the girls eating them. Teenagers refuse to be photographed early on Sunday morning in pajamas with bedhead eating deep fried foods. I might have negotiated with them, but I had already played my trump card by making the funnel cakes! The only thing missing were the paper plates.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-18952415198285593592011-01-26T08:14:00.000-08:002011-01-26T08:14:31.988-08:00Queso Blanco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After the milking, I had lovely whole milk. It is hard to see in the picture, but there is a faint line as the fatty cream rises to the top and the milk sinks to the bottom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Now I just had to figure out how to separate them. I headed to the local DEAL$ (the girls hate the dollar sign on the end, but agree it is better than DEALZ). I am on the lookout for a glass jar with a metal spigot, but this will have to do for now. For $5, I did get 4 matching drinking cups:) Two other flaws in my plan, the pitcher was green and hard to see the line, plus after pouring it into the new container, I needed it to sit for 12 hours rather than 6 to fully separate again.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All the recipes I have been using have come from this amazing cookbook. I found it in the library and was so impressed that I asked Santa for my own copy! The instructions are clear, the recipes delicious, and it is a great resource. He even has a recipe for making soap using 61/2 pounds beef kidneys and a picnic cooler...I am desperate to locate kidneys and make my own soap!</div><br />
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Meanwhile line a strainer with wet cheesecloth and place over a bowl.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here I added the 1/4 cup vinegar and you can see the clumps or curds forming and separating from the whey.</div><br />
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I added the zest of a lemon.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what I wore this morning to brush off the 6 1/2 inches of snow and ice off the car. The temperature at 8:30 was 6 degrees and with the windchill it was -5degrees. The hat, gloves and boots all contain thinsulate. My jeans are flannel lined and my coat might as well be a sleeping bag!<br />
SG made the indoor snowflakes out of coffee filters...Aren't they awesome!?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-46357690256809479862011-01-19T13:23:00.000-08:002011-01-19T13:23:25.171-08:00The cat who got the cream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Through a series of lovely occurrences, on Tuesday I was able to fulfill a long held ambition to milk a cow! I am volunteering at a nonprofit self sustaining farm which grows over 35,000 pounds of produce for a CSA as well as provide educational opportunities from school trips to teaching plowing using draft horses. Here is the link to the farm's website.<a href="http://www.turnerfarm.org/">http://www.turnerfarm.org/</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When the the volunteer coordinator and I spoke about volunteering, she asked if I would be willing to milk a cow as one of the chores. Would I be willing...you betcha!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On Tuesday morning, it was unseasonably warm at 28 degrees, alternately misty and rainy. I put on 19 layers and went to the farm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet Sally, a beautiful Guernsey weighing around 1200 pounds and <u>sweet</u> when she sees you holding the grain and hay. She came when called and walked right into the milking stall. A metal bracket called a stanchion went around her neck to remind her to stay in place, but as she was busy eating, she was perfectly content. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HERE I AM, milking Sally enjoying myself immensely. She does look a little demonic, but I promise that is the flash. Melinda was 3 times as fast as I was and got 3 times the volume of milk, but I got several cups. After milking, we mucked the stall , swept and hosed everything down. <br />
I went on to work in the vegetable garden covering some Winter crops(3 to 6 inches of snow expected tomorrow), dug some carrots and several other small jobs. When I got back to the main building, look what was waiting for me!!! I had not expected any milk, but I was thrilled with the gift!<br />
Here it is strained and ready to use. You can see a faint line near the top where the cream has separated from the milk. I want to use the milk for queso blanco and the I am torn between butter or ice cream for the cream. I will post those over the next couple of days! </td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess I am not the only cat who got the cream this week:) Mo was suddenly my friend when she smelled the jar. I promise I got her off the table immediately!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(The colander was made by B in her pottery class. I have been using it to drain the pasta I am making, but it is too cool to put away where no one can see it)</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As we are in Mentone, I had great plans to finish up the quilting on this quilt so I could move on to <a href="http://mgbbknits.blogspot.com/2010/11/meet-my-friend-sue.html">Sunbonnet Sue</a>. Ros and Lil have their own plans...guess who is having more fun?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">B is 17 today! When I wonder where the time goes in early December, I am always surprised to remember that the girls have birthdays 6 days apart at the end of the school semester and 2 weeks before Christmas! I knit the handwarmers and the hat. She is holding the hat because we wanted you to see the cute headband from SG ! The very cute on B shirt is from SG as well!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday B!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I write this T is driving back from college having finished his first semester. Celebratory dinner will have to be squeezed between SG's rehearsal for the Winter concert and B's horseback riding lesson after Rick gets home from being oncall. They are calling for 2 to 4 inches of snow as well tonight. If dinner ends up being tomato soup, grilled cheese and key lime pie(B's request) at least we will all be at the same table-I am thankful!</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-46854920244514333452010-12-09T05:04:00.000-08:002010-12-09T05:04:13.739-08:0015!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Happy, Happy Birthday SG!MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-68354904160107191492010-12-03T08:46:00.000-08:002010-12-03T08:46:56.781-08:00Henagar Drive In<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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We have been in all types of weather, but it was 40 degrees Saturday night. At least, there would not be mosquitoes! Arranging to go, we packed all available blankets and the pads from the lawn furniture. Coats, hats, jackets and as many gloves as we could round up!<br />
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The drive in always plays a double feature, but with the cold, I was good for only one. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi385091865/">Tangled</a> might not have been everyone's first choice, but at least it was a fun way to watch the movie. As for the movie, Rapunzel is strong and independant, but I couldn't shake the anxiety I felt about the story. It is a story of a missing and exploited child, even down to the annual candlelight vigil. Grimm's Fairy tales were always gruesome, and Disney handled the original story in a typical Disneyesque manner with songs and silliness. In the end, I decided to be thankful for the children in my life, the fun and even the cold...all in all a good way to spend Thanksgiving!<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We were back to the drawing board after discovering our new boys were girls! Until SG thought to look up famous Georgia ladies... Rosalynn Carter, Lillian Carter, Scarlett O'Hara and Olive Ann Burns were all on the list. Pet names in our house have to be literary or historical (very loose definition as the kittens were originally named after TV characters), but the names have to be easy to shorten as well. Rick is adamant about this although he is the first to admit cats selectively respond to their names. Here they are:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Formerly known as Luke Duke... Rosalynn Carter Barr <br />
" Roz"</td></tr>
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"Lil"</td></tr>
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I just hope their namesakes never went after each other like these two do all day long:-)!<br />
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Mo the cat loves fresh laundry! Okay, she loves to sleep in a laundry basket full of clean clothes leaving her black hair all over the clothes so that I have to wash them again. Good thing I have a laundry chute. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>As I have mentioned before there were several things that appealed to me about this house. The laundry chute was magical to me. I instantly realized that a chute meant I would only have to carry clean clothes upstairs as the dirty would just slide down the chute-bliss! In go the clothes...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGAVJipTcP3MPwKsmPpYTlRwkFljzyQzcp8bNr-1Yn24X8vWJy4sMUrTchgbxB9I9ItJIfDyTjcwwwp-RYoOlnJ1g3EI7nBDXPgemAkeblHPa8pdnd27sQYq7TNNICf4Gxn05yH3Jjz9O/s1600/P1000154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGAVJipTcP3MPwKsmPpYTlRwkFljzyQzcp8bNr-1Yn24X8vWJy4sMUrTchgbxB9I9ItJIfDyTjcwwwp-RYoOlnJ1g3EI7nBDXPgemAkeblHPa8pdnd27sQYq7TNNICf4Gxn05yH3Jjz9O/s320/P1000154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540556361479048466" /></a>Down the chute with a satisfying "whoosh"! There is a ventilated wooden box attached at the ceiling that extends down the wall. The clothes fall in the box or if the trapdoor is open then they fall tidily into the utility sink-once again, bliss! This is a brilliant invention!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y-aWAMWe387S2xY3N-FZK2XWHbheoCff2JjeG9_T0TsiGzX68perYvQ5ZpIQE7304jzXgpDdq0wXgUxA9z5HfyT1QEbrY3jHOM9fPsuwpuRHdSUXfFJxOiTxsxTwCfMhZaei4Oot9Onl/s1600/P1000153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y-aWAMWe387S2xY3N-FZK2XWHbheoCff2JjeG9_T0TsiGzX68perYvQ5ZpIQE7304jzXgpDdq0wXgUxA9z5HfyT1QEbrY3jHOM9fPsuwpuRHdSUXfFJxOiTxsxTwCfMhZaei4Oot9Onl/s320/P1000153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540556350101169730" /></a> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I knew if we rented this house the girls would drop their dirty clothes down the chute each morning secure in the knowledge that they would have clean clothes and clean rooms. No more laundry hampers with damp decaying towels...no more assorted objects(clearly not laundry) stuffed in the hampers in a mad dash to clean up a room before an irate parent got upstairs... once again bliss! </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is just one of the girls' rooms, the other room is equally as horrible. They have tried to convince me that it is "a system" and "we know where it all is" or "she (the other sister) messed it up when she borrowed the shirt/jeans/shoes". I don't think either one of them has dropped more than a piece of laundry each down the chute since we got here. The only way it gets cleaned up is if I claim someone is coming to visit whether they really are or not.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijazgDSOay19QVPqph5mGFBZ5R0XVO_sPU4pEzcFRb0GAqKa3qlD4ncz_sT6VFbVEI6WiXyYZzU9qnBs0Rhplk3fdoOquporF4b3kf0PAIce1Y2wT4Q51x-FLZu-HVwqAdgXJupWWS1v1q/s1600/P1000157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijazgDSOay19QVPqph5mGFBZ5R0XVO_sPU4pEzcFRb0GAqKa3qlD4ncz_sT6VFbVEI6WiXyYZzU9qnBs0Rhplk3fdoOquporF4b3kf0PAIce1Y2wT4Q51x-FLZu-HVwqAdgXJupWWS1v1q/s320/P1000157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540556347549086786" /></a>Here is my solution for the days no one is on their way to visit:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_nFt0rIUsMEFYhzZX4NHI65JhBf8nvr-rF8EdrRJcDyHbBTYmh2c4vPz3itCLwKYoT1B6GiMSFn8jAVJ2M7G5l3eVWHYaGGWK1QKJaQQ1CLsSp6_z6XV2U6c28W6KkjBDBbQuezGGJA3/s1600/P1000155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-_nFt0rIUsMEFYhzZX4NHI65JhBf8nvr-rF8EdrRJcDyHbBTYmh2c4vPz3itCLwKYoT1B6GiMSFn8jAVJ2M7G5l3eVWHYaGGWK1QKJaQQ1CLsSp6_z6XV2U6c28W6KkjBDBbQuezGGJA3/s320/P1000155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540556339994694434" /></a><br /></div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-17579302263115026192010-11-14T09:34:00.000-08:002010-11-16T05:40:13.730-08:00The easiest way to make 49 scarves...<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>SG's choir teacher called a few weeks ago to see if I was interested in making some scarves for a Holiday Choral Performance. My initial response was surprise as we are new to the area and how did she know to ask me?! SG's voice teacher is also the school's pianist for performances and mentioned to the choir teacher that I was always knitting ... I was happy to help, but I knew that it could go horribly wrong. After 7 years and counting with my own teens, I knew "buy-in" was vital. I asked if I did some prep work, would she like the kids to make their own scarves? She was thrilled as she had meetings to attend, so I could back up the substitute and show the kids how to make the scarves. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The kids would be performing outside(in NOVEMBER!) in their tuxes and long black dresses. Polar fleece seemed essential ...and easy. After making some early examples, the choir teacher and kids decided on scarf length, color and style of felt decoration. I started planning, cutting and BAKING! My first job was to start making batches of <a href="http://http//allrecipes.com/Recipe/Moms-Ginger-Snaps/Detail.aspx">gingersnaps</a>...8 dozen! This recipe freezes brilliantly and then bakes straight from the freezer. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZN2EdYEjV9rWnT531ukYG5LYxcqwTIA6seLwFoGselEHJHvwt9_XE2hj4CP5waXnYiP1VLuAvfvbtmtd_nJJOqH-W9rpkSP0ovErl0DVJQHtNk13sDEuen8Jvwx3Is5Mp1MSMEoB6271/s1600/P1000136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZN2EdYEjV9rWnT531ukYG5LYxcqwTIA6seLwFoGselEHJHvwt9_XE2hj4CP5waXnYiP1VLuAvfvbtmtd_nJJOqH-W9rpkSP0ovErl0DVJQHtNk13sDEuen8Jvwx3Is5Mp1MSMEoB6271/s320/P1000136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539973190629327602" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I cut 49 72 inch long scarves and trees, snowflakes, holly leaves and wreathes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWjaZ-QyI1NanOX_XM9wqpmvqf0Lvyug-7F9gaqtv7JkVfVPHrxkPuqNyQmh-xFyrwnIFMqnK8PwOgwSaPfgOuMYgXQD9W55qVlRXwa6iJ2tZs5TwPGk1jjATFhds9ftZrsI39xHMOxPhd/s1600/P1000126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWjaZ-QyI1NanOX_XM9wqpmvqf0Lvyug-7F9gaqtv7JkVfVPHrxkPuqNyQmh-xFyrwnIFMqnK8PwOgwSaPfgOuMYgXQD9W55qVlRXwa6iJ2tZs5TwPGk1jjATFhds9ftZrsI39xHMOxPhd/s320/P1000126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539973175923769266" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Last Thursday and Friday, the kids scooped up what they needed, sat down and went to work! They were delightful! Respectful, enthusiastic and focused- I was impressed and pleased as these kids were all new to me.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Okay, the cookies, hot chocolate and cider did not hurt either:-)</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxG5txSON75AsNLYwWehGlKyQPwaHZNGfi648Jtnv_73U-SH-IzvRbaBMfwesiYln_gK9RZ5jOFQWRFHcld_GlPLs04ilWlJBHUZ7hI3xP5tahOuuewNE4lj03Sh4tXIwV2fKJzFk-kT6/s1600/P1000142.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxG5txSON75AsNLYwWehGlKyQPwaHZNGfi648Jtnv_73U-SH-IzvRbaBMfwesiYln_gK9RZ5jOFQWRFHcld_GlPLs04ilWlJBHUZ7hI3xP5tahOuuewNE4lj03Sh4tXIwV2fKJzFk-kT6/s320/P1000142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539973171076619186" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfxG5txSON75AsNLYwWehGlKyQPwaHZNGfi648Jtnv_73U-SH-IzvRbaBMfwesiYln_gK9RZ5jOFQWRFHcld_GlPLs04ilWlJBHUZ7hI3xP5tahOuuewNE4lj03Sh4tXIwV2fKJzFk-kT6/s1600/P1000142.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><b>I love this action shot! They fringed the ends with scissors, sewed on the felt with embroidery floss and used buttons to decorate. </b></span></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zaXlTYtdLIbyFNDkUYYn9rPQ-VZiZkVWVaff-xX1K7VyWqLYeu8qKJ0-w_kdYZGcs5dVnBPk4b4jl53eP1QfrYzDPT-WbRJMh6T4gkMsQ0dOgmkfXKLVUrybuvDEtWrHuJpTAfUAtQIF/s1600/P1000150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zaXlTYtdLIbyFNDkUYYn9rPQ-VZiZkVWVaff-xX1K7VyWqLYeu8qKJ0-w_kdYZGcs5dVnBPk4b4jl53eP1QfrYzDPT-WbRJMh6T4gkMsQ0dOgmkfXKLVUrybuvDEtWrHuJpTAfUAtQIF/s320/P1000150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539973169320677666" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Some of the finished product... and more cookies(chocolate chip bar cookies) for Friday as the 8 dozen were all eaten on Thursday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0jMp-1FCul0-PCQxxcWR0h8w6hFJ0eggBGH1MuuNlr71Ysqv7qTkKWBSiMmD3SmcnuZXyCbfgTCZWDm3iuw31-vZZuNYJh7pU9A4nBQTOl-8pu_OveS8OqKFfSZEAaPyyBQpb_nUtlbw/s1600/P1000144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0jMp-1FCul0-PCQxxcWR0h8w6hFJ0eggBGH1MuuNlr71Ysqv7qTkKWBSiMmD3SmcnuZXyCbfgTCZWDm3iuw31-vZZuNYJh7pU9A4nBQTOl-8pu_OveS8OqKFfSZEAaPyyBQpb_nUtlbw/s320/P1000144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539973154608388690" /></a><br /></div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-56726901738678162422010-11-14T08:46:00.000-08:002010-11-14T09:56:26.949-08:00"Reddy"... Set... Go...I won't lie to you . Cincinnati has had more than its fair share of gray days, literally and figuratively. The house we are renting until our house in Nashville closes is convenient and cozy in a sweet neighborhood. Your basic late 60's colonial redo with minimal overhead lighting and no built ins, and sadly painted rental white...dingy gray-white. The owners had it on the market for a year to sell and then rented it for two years to absentee tenants. The house needed love...and COLOR! I started with the entry hall and <a href="http://http//www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.millennialliving.com/files/2/hawthorne-yellow-benjamin-moore.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.joyjunket.com/yellow-vs-blue-good-vs-evil/&h=400&w=400&sz=4&tbnid=ShoA8QxvFCZToM:&tbnh=12">Benjamin Moore's Hawthorne Yellow</a>. I love it, but missed getting good before pictures. The living room desperately needed attention. Early last week SG , who studies in the living room, said she thought red would be a good color...hmmmm. Here is the living room on Friday afternoon at 3:15...<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6NAVz18yCvYysnAU93TWYQNKmBOP5s9VdLm2njHq53QZnyLJVq_Pxsugmd_4l35-erIwKOI0_RGAEAm6YrudGI7Sz0odHgVGY_i6ztL4TmJeDnbaNOpoqXMKefr5bNBfhyphenhyphenob2uXABNAq/s1600/P1000158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6NAVz18yCvYysnAU93TWYQNKmBOP5s9VdLm2njHq53QZnyLJVq_Pxsugmd_4l35-erIwKOI0_RGAEAm6YrudGI7Sz0odHgVGY_i6ztL4TmJeDnbaNOpoqXMKefr5bNBfhyphenhyphenob2uXABNAq/s320/P1000158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539451491689472066" /></a>And here is the living room after church on Sunday...ta dah! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOj5CBgpN4iykBxWrCqM_vc0ERW3ksMXMUPgOCBB9Dsk4gtWSZSOSEUfqC1p53WRTyEh_w1DJ7JPeNqyvx9maNec8Q88KKBrVz1A6jrIZQ-uQsarRGhmx8GPvLB-HvPjAFwodIC0bU0Zp/s1600/P1000161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOj5CBgpN4iykBxWrCqM_vc0ERW3ksMXMUPgOCBB9Dsk4gtWSZSOSEUfqC1p53WRTyEh_w1DJ7JPeNqyvx9maNec8Q88KKBrVz1A6jrIZQ-uQsarRGhmx8GPvLB-HvPjAFwodIC0bU0Zp/s320/P1000161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539451479087582146" /></a>We moved the chairs upstairs and some chairs from upstairs down AGAIN(that choice of words from Rick who is very patient). It is so much brighter, and I find myself coming downstairs, walking through the kitchen and coming around the corner so I can "happen" on the color. Once again, Benjamin Moore paint came to the rescue with this "<a href="http://http//www.womansday.com/Articles/Shelter/Decorating/7-Perfect-Paint-Colors.html">Million Dollar Red</a>" color from my local ACE Hardware/ post office (who deserve their own blog entry and will get one soon). Red does not cover as easily as yellow, and I will need to do some touch ups, but no more gray skies in here!</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-34823947151294873172010-11-14T03:28:00.000-08:002010-11-17T14:18:42.110-08:00Straight, No Chaser...My How Times Have Changed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRExyRTVFwP9ioe3FqL9RMcYpk5V5PPHa1yeXkHgMVv12aaPgTxh5ncQ3ZJMBS6-peRHJEx9NuNEp_5N_mpyaVvYpnIHMUdX69_K8-bQ-xnmCeUdPV_sIGbVxIdJFTCT9nJ-zspcDiaV1/s1600/P1000137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRExyRTVFwP9ioe3FqL9RMcYpk5V5PPHa1yeXkHgMVv12aaPgTxh5ncQ3ZJMBS6-peRHJEx9NuNEp_5N_mpyaVvYpnIHMUdX69_K8-bQ-xnmCeUdPV_sIGbVxIdJFTCT9nJ-zspcDiaV1/s320/P1000137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539368092729239410" /></a>SG realized a month ago that<a href="http://www.sncmusic.com/"> Straight No Chaser</a> was coming to the Aronoff Center. Both girls love a cappela music, especially Straight, No Chaser. Now, I can see why, as they were fabulous! As students at Indiana University, they performed at campus events in the late 90s. Their rendition of the "Twelve Days of Christmas" went viral on the internet and before they knew it, they had a 5 record deal with Columbia Records. The internet launched them and apparently continues to sustain them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JTCBFNeuzgSJzig27mBVVSG0eN9Vfy_tvl3-1G0gepaq8YSWkxjyjxC3xOpqYaToZP1z8WLJFWig45Jph3oWiVTu1TLGNE9LkRnsTpBzKsM8SaMt6Zq1pF-Ka5A0M95QbUTCAaJhO-H_/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2JTCBFNeuzgSJzig27mBVVSG0eN9Vfy_tvl3-1G0gepaq8YSWkxjyjxC3xOpqYaToZP1z8WLJFWig45Jph3oWiVTu1TLGNE9LkRnsTpBzKsM8SaMt6Zq1pF-Ka5A0M95QbUTCAaJhO-H_/s320/photo+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539368090718297026" /></a>I took a picture with my phone before it started and then put my phone away. Like clapping in church, I would never think of using a camera or recording equipment at a concert. As part of their charming introduction, they laughed about their Wikipedia page and invited the audience to tape away as long as they would agree to put it on the web when they got home. I took another picture but then you can really either live it or record it. Besides, I can't knit and snap pictures at the same time:-) The glowing screen to the left of the picture is the camera of one of the group members' parents. They cheered, clapped, gave the thumbs up and were as much fun to watch as SNC. At Intermission, I heard one young woman a few rows ahead, turn to ask the mom if her son was single...creepy!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErGv0DzzT5h4_Hea-vvV0OT3uhRYczPUekuarTNNmXuwFv63z2cyYdBXGKQF2Ypt0hle0_khogsEZ3gPepasB4lbM3P42VFw0Me9o5NMO56005lrA0jjmi4G1ee1LGASTKds3t8I5J5Py/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErGv0DzzT5h4_Hea-vvV0OT3uhRYczPUekuarTNNmXuwFv63z2cyYdBXGKQF2Ypt0hle0_khogsEZ3gPepasB4lbM3P42VFw0Me9o5NMO56005lrA0jjmi4G1ee1LGASTKds3t8I5J5Py/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539368083831867922" /></a><br /><div>The best part of being allowed pictures is the customary embarrass your teenagers photo. "Come on just hold up your t-shirts and smile." <div>"MOOOOMM"</div><div>Almost as fun as calling it "ah copello" music! <div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZiQLlK3j3DEWtCipVp8GYnYvFBT2oAErYB3PHjo86hQduDaslATil_0YX4b6X2cdYZq354XZqRbJqfUI8fy_8C5xRrVwvt22sh0tt19FYUMs42c82wSZKgeNP_-z_n1h1CqiEZlIeNur/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZiQLlK3j3DEWtCipVp8GYnYvFBT2oAErYB3PHjo86hQduDaslATil_0YX4b6X2cdYZq354XZqRbJqfUI8fy_8C5xRrVwvt22sh0tt19FYUMs42c82wSZKgeNP_-z_n1h1CqiEZlIeNur/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZiQLlK3j3DEWtCipVp8GYnYvFBT2oAErYB3PHjo86hQduDaslATil_0YX4b6X2cdYZq354XZqRbJqfUI8fy_8C5xRrVwvt22sh0tt19FYUMs42c82wSZKgeNP_-z_n1h1CqiEZlIeNur/s320/photo+%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539368070927866226" /></a><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-33003725361454436762010-11-11T05:32:00.000-08:002010-11-11T05:42:23.893-08:00you never know what is around the bend...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vvfD7l36TZkE3orbfB1ZulY4vjRmy8jkkqxhsAPsrS7xuIbonb2RGXZMpuL9cuPirZ-O4Z3t63iN9fTd2BqccmvA9AIN2qPKFdHwK1sEQu_ZznMzTfHXfzascFKiWDNg7VQ-3zsHwjuq/s1600/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vvfD7l36TZkE3orbfB1ZulY4vjRmy8jkkqxhsAPsrS7xuIbonb2RGXZMpuL9cuPirZ-O4Z3t63iN9fTd2BqccmvA9AIN2qPKFdHwK1sEQu_ZznMzTfHXfzascFKiWDNg7VQ-3zsHwjuq/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538286302924746530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>It is a beautiful morning for a walk today! Apparently, I am not the only one to think so...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkub9Q9hY6kfiSSgt33uGSf4l-rizzd_wLbzhQ9CyRfh53BUxb56YezeseEOALOnoYirLK835Na8EJgTWOpU4Ej8zU4sy1Kk09QqjJGE1AfPlQCtQFHeNSEUF4IByLPTzPDUW1e4s0AyCa/s1600/P1000119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkub9Q9hY6kfiSSgt33uGSf4l-rizzd_wLbzhQ9CyRfh53BUxb56YezeseEOALOnoYirLK835Na8EJgTWOpU4Ej8zU4sy1Kk09QqjJGE1AfPlQCtQFHeNSEUF4IByLPTzPDUW1e4s0AyCa/s320/P1000119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538286301720125474" /></a><br /></div></div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-40553940997403709462010-11-10T13:58:00.001-08:002010-11-10T14:52:30.632-08:00work in progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9n_4rf6QSIbToXGiPKhWpIh3tW7RpxJtueduXN7uZTSr-3tfpUsFjBh2rkr2XUvT_ki7aiq_vllbPEwZHElD9DEKDYm9avG_6WpTb1GA1AW53cohZXV7JhltxCJdp1KNwTaMEMEF9LRY/s1600/P1000134.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9n_4rf6QSIbToXGiPKhWpIh3tW7RpxJtueduXN7uZTSr-3tfpUsFjBh2rkr2XUvT_ki7aiq_vllbPEwZHElD9DEKDYm9avG_6WpTb1GA1AW53cohZXV7JhltxCJdp1KNwTaMEMEF9LRY/s320/P1000134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538053861960676114" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyT_GhNiRGMXvIeivSH3d8KfUYnqGZw6sUJlU6Ro5UCcCqfly2rpu7g8xcBLQdmP_k9zGjS2ptsZYoSY6xITflAxyvd4D8rTQPHFfOlBw2sbkGU_-mJUH4g5Cj9RIovXycD1nXEZkZH4R/s320/P1000133.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538048255881789682" /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >These are socks in progress for Rick. The pattern is a combination from </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><i>Toe-Up Socks for Every Body: Adventurous Lace, Cables, and Colorwork from Wendy Knits </i>by Wendy Johnson. It is a great book. She carefully explains different toes and heels with great pictures and clear techniques. The tube is a work-in progress tube from <a href="http://http//www.nancysknitknacks.com/dp_wip_tubes.htm">Nancy's KnitKnacks</a>. These tubes are brilliant! Thankfully, I no longer loose my double point needles at the bottom of my knitting bag. Even better, no one accidentally sits on one of the needles-ouch:(</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9n_4rf6QSIbToXGiPKhWpIh3tW7RpxJtueduXN7uZTSr-3tfpUsFjBh2rkr2XUvT_ki7aiq_vllbPEwZHElD9DEKDYm9avG_6WpTb1GA1AW53cohZXV7JhltxCJdp1KNwTaMEMEF9LRY/s320/P1000134.JPG" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div></div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-75739126522320621132010-11-10T08:05:00.001-08:002010-11-10T12:20:55.243-08:00Meet my friend Sue<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9C3PM_LzK1PFDyntltB4WZDlGQz7fz4tLsrGOHEt6D-J10f2hQi_JvrhNp1Z9yd4SeiQ-crV46vA1PBkHwS_EAUrlDjhHKx_n3CNF-TdS1MvHA42xQxhISRhaku0H_9wgAKwaG3YULtyi/s1600/sue-sylvester-picture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9C3PM_LzK1PFDyntltB4WZDlGQz7fz4tLsrGOHEt6D-J10f2hQi_JvrhNp1Z9yd4SeiQ-crV46vA1PBkHwS_EAUrlDjhHKx_n3CNF-TdS1MvHA42xQxhISRhaku0H_9wgAKwaG3YULtyi/s320/sue-sylvester-picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537953680974621314" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just fooling! This is my friend Sue...Sunbonnet Sue. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9CABAzW7GrQjvGDnG53HBSyxwD3eh1aSjy7a18nWPIZMImItrL-X7wVN4ktVfX7SAo0sRDkYMIEoA_Od12fLy1lG5XDgW_MMlSo_ZJ_l1h535ehWa0c5k5xduI8_8t8eOsZQIhj3pr2mN/s320/P1000129.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These are some of her 29 friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhFmMkrUZaF6Dq0Vn_iM1IB0uf4W9uc6cfwnZs84w1kYPCFCpvsXQdnjfc3GvBB7PTHFqwQ-j4b5ufDT4-6-1WWoj0t4cJ3I5uc38iDBM2i7MrET_zX-BeQZYFaNAMEts0qkq5niFbYoC/s320/P1000130.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I met Sue 22 years ago right after I bought my house in Nashville. They were made by the woman who had owned the house next door, maybe sometime in the 1940s or 1950s judging from the fabric. Mrs. Dollar(no kidding) had died and her daughter -in -law was selling everything in a yard sale. I paid her price of 50 cents a piece for the 30 squares. She felt so badly about pawning off "that old junk" on me that she threw in some other handwork and a child size rocker(which has been on my fireplace ever since). </div><div style="text-align: center;"> I had NO idea what to do with my new friends. I just knew I had to rescue them to keep them from being thrown in the trash. Rick and I got married , moved to California, Memphis, and back to Nashville, Sue went with us. Once the children started arriving, she was forgotten unless I moved her to another cabinet or shelf. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This Summer, I was able to start quilting. I put together the Windowpane quilt from this <a href="http://http//www.amazon.com/Material-Obsession-Modern-Quilts-Traditional/dp/1584797525/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1289409279&sr=1-4">book</a>, and started to the understand the mechanics of sashing. I used only fabric from my stash and I am handquilting it now. (Excuse the sleeping cat, but I can't really blame him. A quilt on a frame sitting in the sunshine from the window has to be like lying in a hammock. The polka dot fabric is my "cat guard".) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wwxodtX_Jz2pJvsz23uuAJJ-df52VaXu5aQfuKa-_jJM2D9MM-Fd6HpM6u1iAQEPsc65pr0sK6AXeWhW3Po5tkP69CLojIRA82nfnB7PMrUhDxDLTgfHx-aPMdBfW_dnys-aOEhD_7fA/s320/P1000121.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, it is finally time for Sue. After being liberated from one of the billion boxes in the basement, she will have her day! Stay tuned !</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-52611715555821182132010-11-10T07:43:00.000-08:002010-11-10T07:53:36.349-08:00Who doesn't love an NFocus?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfVuBKkCW1pNbBKOopCK1EJSttiF7_gCFfzBBLBC2WOqPIMiMmO2fj9AKS1DvFOX_KGFcasAaNCPQpML82hl7E2vWhnkgl24pZTDiJHizpxxwuw5j1o5aj6ZyDnMG_HJxUBj8yZiQeWLx/s1600/P1000100.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfVuBKkCW1pNbBKOopCK1EJSttiF7_gCFfzBBLBC2WOqPIMiMmO2fj9AKS1DvFOX_KGFcasAaNCPQpML82hl7E2vWhnkgl24pZTDiJHizpxxwuw5j1o5aj6ZyDnMG_HJxUBj8yZiQeWLx/s320/P1000100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537948440104842226" /></a>This magazine has lived on the kitchen table all week. It has shared breakfast with the girls, coffee with me, and apparently Rick picked it up. Thanks for sending it , Amy! Is this just a Nashville thing? I haven't seen anything like it here in Cincy...MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1572828946641158899.post-57928555835034320522010-11-08T17:19:00.000-08:002010-11-09T04:35:25.381-08:00Mesmerizing...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYSKdWMVj9uFEvcKxxZpgU9_TIJ1I9KyqBD49gKvLQUF-pQ6sWbawog1nGxnBo06UvgVCDiN6yGPe5yHfn6BJTyJQuq1IFR_4iyx1Uboy87AZHyQ9BGX5eZnsnMm521_7PQRUNvo8Xuqi/s1600/P1000106.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYSKdWMVj9uFEvcKxxZpgU9_TIJ1I9KyqBD49gKvLQUF-pQ6sWbawog1nGxnBo06UvgVCDiN6yGPe5yHfn6BJTyJQuq1IFR_4iyx1Uboy87AZHyQ9BGX5eZnsnMm521_7PQRUNvo8Xuqi/s320/P1000106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537355037798164098" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"You are getting sleepy, very sleepy."</div><div>"Now, you are under our control."</div><div>"Open your hands and let the baked chicken come to us."</div>MGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15153315582483372655noreply@blogger.com0