A Nice Little Tape Pillow

We've been sewing a lot over here. Specifically, a lot of pillows! I've gone crazy with making zippered pillowcases in the last month, and the girls have followed suit. Now that Christmas is upon us and we found some festive vintage fabric, we're revved up for more.

Lucette has been busy with her sewing machine and some scraps of poinsettia fabric. She's produced two pillows and is contemplating more. Not to be left out, Jane rounded up some sturdy corduroy and some scotch tape. I think the craftsmanship is excellent ... and don't you just love the little pocket?

Always an Original

 This past weekend we were able to spend Thanksgiving with my in-laws. I always look forward to the time. Not only is there mountains of good food but I do love the family time.

Another reason I love to come for an extended visit is to see great minds at work. The menfolk in my husband's family are nothing short of brilliant. Seriously. Last year my father-in-law built me a battery charger and fixed my sewing machine all with a wink and a shake of his finger. This year I brought a broken mixer (Pops' hadn't had time to look at it yet) and a suggestion for Peter and Grandpa to work on a school project.

The project called to make a figurine to accompany a book report. Peter had chosen Robin Hood and I figured the two could whittle a bonny little guy ... or something like that. Turns out, that idea was for amateurs.

Out came the computer and plans were drawn to create an outline (based on a sketch Peter had made) in a draw program that would then be interpreted by a robot ... a ROBOT that Grandpa MADE ...  and then the robot would control a milling machine which would then cut out the image in copper. 'Cause you know, copper is cool and doesn't everyone have sheets of it lying around?

For reasons far too complicated for my little brain to understand, they decided not to cut the figure out completely, but just etch the outline on the copper with the robot. They then proceeded to sprinkle colored glass enamel powder on specified regions and shove the thing in and out of a little kiln Grandpa just happened to have. Peter told me later that "I've decided that 1600 degrees is very, very hot." Uh ... yeah.

The two boys worked happily side-by-side. Occasionally they would discuss the task at hand or perhaps the previous day's hike and rifle shooting (oy, vey). But for the most part, there was only chatting when need be (I'm told it's not necessary to talk as much as girls).

And when they were done, they were pleased. Pleased with the end result of both product and time spent. School project accomplished, new concepts learned, man-time together.

I have a feeling there will probably not be a duplicate robotically-etched and kiln-fired Robin Hood turned in at school. But then, there certainly isn't a duplicate of Grandpa, either.

A November Dusting

It's a rare thing, indeed, for us to experience a November dusting of snow. In our area, when the weathermen get chattering about snow it instantly becomes the "Artic Blast" of that calendar year. Yesterday people were out at the market stocking up on groceries and children were eagerly imagining the possibility of being snowed in by mountains of the glorious white stuff.

It turned out to be not quite the blizzard my children had hoped for, but it did allow for a delayed start time at school (three cheers for icy roads), a breakfast of pumpkin scones, and an episode of our beloved Leave It to Beaver.

I'm sure this winter visit it won't stay for long, but it is lovely while it lasts. Happy Thanksgiving, my friends ...

So Much Life

This past weekend I was able to take pictures of one of my dearest friends and her stunning family. Jenny and I were once crib-mates when our parents first met at a church fellowship group. I'm told we napped together, though I'm sure we just tricked them and spent our whole time chatting. It's been our life pattern.

The years have been good to our friendship and we've spent the past thirty-four years invested in the life of the other. What a treasure. And speaking of, this photo of her husband and daughter just melts me. Might be one of my favorite pictures ever.

What a marvel to have shared so much life together.

A Little Cozy Placed in Glass

I spent the day at a friend's house this past weekend and felt like I walked into a big hug. Her home is gracious, welcoming, and it smells sooo good. In fact, when we walked back into our home later in the day, I commented that our house smelled funny. Peter simply retorted, "Mom. It always smells like this." Hmmmm.

Anyhow, my comfy day at Jen's house led me to wish for more candles in ours! She had them lit all over the place and they accomplished both scent and cozy.

While she seems to prefer the jar-candles, I have a problem with smokin' them out. They always seem to get a raven-black coating of soot on the interior and I'm far too lazy to clean them repeatedly. So, I decided that pillar candles in simple glass hurricanes are my thing. They are cheap, you can change the candle at will, and most importantly, like the jar-candles, the glass hurricane prevents topples and spills from exuberant family members.

Ah, yes. It's drippy and nasty outside, but it's cozy in here ... and it smells good too!

Modish Vase in Yellow Light

I've been combing through photo archives as of late. These shots were taken within the initial week of obtaining my first digital SLR camera almost two years ago. I knew then, even less about photography than I know now, but the love began almost immediately.

These photos are far from perfect, technically speaking, but they represent a bit of wonder for me. To see, to frame, to snap, to view, to interpret ... I love looking at life through a lens ...

Reminders of Love

When I was little, Grandpa and Nanie V. lived on a farm. We'd run the cornfields looking for baby kittens, eat our lunches in those big tractor scoops, carve monstrous pumpkins in the fall, and eat Pudding Pops to our hearts content. And always, I remember Nana puttering with plants. Iris by the front window, geraniums in the garage planters, African violets under those funny indoor purple lights. They do not live on the farm any more, but I do cherish those childhood memories.

We had Nanie V. in the hospital for a few days. She is back at home now, recovering well. We are thankful. My sweet Aunt Dawn, who has deep gifting in care-taking, emailed us all to give an update and soothe any worries.

She reported that she spent the night to make sure all continued well. This morning she happened to overhear Grandpa speak to Nana in regards to the night. He said, "I heard you cough and that reminded me that I love you."

 My heart swells.

The Aesthetic Eye of a Young Man

After spending some backyard scavenge time armed with a hatchet, my thoughtful young son presented me with a bowl-full of brilliance. Thin sticks chopped to a uniform length, bundled in string and displayed artfully in a milk glass pedestal bowl. And accented with pinecones, of course.

It is, quite easily, my favorite display in the house.

Follow the Arrows

My Love, Autumn Days

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Preparing for Battle

We seem to have low immune systems this fall, as we're already working through our second cold as a family. We're a very thoughtful family. We like to share everything. Including colds. One at a time so each can singularly revel in it and thus, extend the duration of our household sickie status for as long as possible. Sigh. Can anyone else relate?

I decided to use a surprising, but appreciated burst of energy to fully equip ourselves for future germ-attacks. Naturally, hand-washing, healthy eating, and actually being consistent in taking our vitamins is a good start. But then, there are the practical steps. 'Cause if you are feeling crummy, who wants to paw through a tub of expired medicine in the dimly lit hallway in hopes to find your symptom salvation?

Preparing for Battle:
• Locate, collect, and dump out the big ol' mess of medicinal boxes and bottles that you have scattered around the house. I recommend doing this at the kitchen counter, garbage at hand and wet rag to clean out the syrupy goo you know you'll find.

• Throw out all expired, mostly used, or just plain suspicious products.

• Separate products that you regularly use during sick-season, and those you don't use as often. Keep the high-use products in a bin in the kitchen if you have room. I find this a much better location than my aforementioned dimly lit hallway closet. And while you're at it, toss in band-aids and Neosporin. You know you'll need it for something within the week. Am I right?

• Make a list of any products you need to replenish so you can snag them at the store the next time you are out.

Must Haves: 
-EmergenC packets
-Ricola Throat Drops
-Sambucol (elderberry stuff that seems to help)
-Pepto chewable tablets
-Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Anti-Histamine, Cough Syrup, Decongestant/Expectorant (Adult & Kid)
-Multi-Vitamins (Adult & Kid)
-Olive Leaf tablets
-Kleenex boxes (and lots of them!)

What are some of your favorite products from your cold/flu season arsenal?

Little Baby Freezer Pies

I have been wanting to make these little freezer jar pies since last year! I thought they were too adorable when I first saw the idea. Little pies frozen and ready to pop into the oven whenever the hankerin' hits! Maybe for last minute guests or as a Christmas hostess gifts? 'Cause really. Who doesn't like pie?

I decided to use apples and cranberries, but I'm sure you can use any fruit in season. Just chop up and toss with some sugar, flour and spices. Done in a snap. In regards to the crust, however, I tried pressing the pie dough all around the insides of the jars so it would have a crust like a real pie. It worked, and I'm sure it will taste yummy, but after the second jar, I decided it took too much time. So, in went the fruit and on went the top crust, cobbler style. Ahhh. Much easier.

Here you'll find the basic recipe. Naturally, you can adjust. Add more dry ingredients if you have more fruit. Using really juicy, sweet fruit? Use less sugar and more flour to thicken. You get the idea.

• Little Freezer Jar Pies •

4 c. fruit (I used chopped apples and cranberries)
.5 c. sugar
1.5 t. pumpkin pie spice (or cinnamon & nutmeg)
2 T flour

Mix together, spoon into small canning jars, dot with a smidge of butter and place crumb topping or pie crust on top. (I just rolled out dough and used the screw top jar lids to cut circles out.) If you use pie crust, be sure to use a knife and cut little slits to let the steam escape. Screw lids on tight and pop in the freezer.

When ready to bake, remove lids, place on cookie sheet (to catch the drips) and bake at 375 degrees for about 50-60 minutes (or 45 minutes if not frozen).



And if you have any extra ingredients? Place in ramekins and bake up for dessert tonight! No delayed gratification required.

Cousin Love

Treasured, Together

This weekend we took a little car trip to see family and celebrate my birthday. Nothing like scads of people who love you, packages to open, and meals served ... to make a birthday nothing short of spectacular.

I also had the distinct honor of taking some family photos. It's not always often to have loved ones gathered together and willing to submit to my snapping and clicking, so I was most delighted. Naturally, we took plenty all clustered together trying to smile simultaneously and not look as awkward as we all felt. You gotta' have some of those! But then. There were the little moments. The kind that represent the un-posed part of family life.

The kind that are, simply ... treasures.

A Bit of Grandma's Embroidery

For the Love of Buttermilk

I've mentioned my recent obsession with buttermilk. Such tangy richness! I'm finding that you can sneak it into all sorts of recipes, but the ol' standards, pancakes and biscuits, always turn out beautifully.

Tonight we're having some Leek & Potato Soup and a nice piping hot batch of Buttermilk Biscuits. These are so easy-peasy because I don't bother with the rolling and cutting. Just mix 'til combined and drop onto pan!

Mmmmm ... pass the butter and jam, please!


• Basic Biscuit Recipe •

Mix together:
2 c. flour (a mix of ww and white is nice)
3 t. baking powder
.5 t. cream of tartar
.25 t. salt
2 t. sugar (or a squirt of agave or honey -- but add at end since it is wet) 

Mix/cut in 'til combined and crumbly:
.5 cup butter, cut into small cubes 

Add all at once and stir 'til just combined:
2/3 c. milk

Drop batter onto baking sheet (use parchment paper, if you have it for easy clean up) in nice big, sticky blobs. Bake at 450 degrees for 10-12 minutes. Makes 12.

** Buttermilk Biscuits -- add .25 t. baking soda and substitute .75 c. buttermilk for the milk.

** Cornmeal Biscuits -- use only 1.5 c. flour and add .5 c. cornmeal and 1 t. ground sage.

Hello, Pussycat

"Mom. I'm not a pussycat. I'm a Wildcat."

Oh, yes. I see that now. Most ferocious, indeed.

Happily Picked, Quickly Forgotten