Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Busy, busy, busy

I keep getting monstrously good ideas to blog about, but then I think...Oh, I should post pics with it, and time at home now is so limited, I keep putting it off. But things are happening here, often too much at a time.
I did a craft show at Mt. Zion last Saturday, and did really fairly well. D stayed with me all day, and made some great suggestions. I should remember more often that he actually does have a degree in business management. Of course, have multiple price points helps a lot. A lady near me had a booth with only a few items in it -- carefully hand-quilted items, but pricey. I'm absolutely sure they were worth every dime, but a lot of people just browse at shows, they're really not ready to lay out a hundred bucks or so, especially in this economy. She was frustrated by the end of the day with her lack of business, and kept coming over to my booth to stare at my repurposed paper jewelry and buttons, which were selling like mad, and kept muttering, "It's just PAPER!" I felt bad, but I didn't know what to say. 'Green' sells. And inexpensive sells. People can walk away with a piece of cute jewelry that is recycled from vintage comic books (I would say fairly unusual) and they haven't gone broke. Don't come to my booth if you're wanting the Hope Diamond, or pure gold. But if you're into kitschy and vintage, I'm your woman.
I'm working like mad to replace product since I have another show in a week and a half. Crazy, I know. But I'm determined to get back to a semi-normal lifestyle and actually have a life outside school, not just be bedridden all the time. God willing.

Monday, February 22, 2010

My hubby loves me!

For Valentine's Day, D drove two hours to St. Louis to take me to Whole Foods for wonderful shopping. It is such an amazing place, full of interesting things we can't buy around here. We bought blood oranges -- wondrous tangy goodness -- and Meyer lemons. The cheese 'island' guys are so informative, and we bought an embarrassing amount of different cheeses. I bought some goat cheese and spicy mustard to take to German class.
A lovely Lebanese man was giving us samples of feta cheese, and olive matta on pita bread, which we devoured and, of course, bought everything. Balsamic vinegar and feta cheese are wonderful.
When we were in line, a man with two cases in his cart went on and on about the astoundingness of kombucha tea, and how it was 'the only live thing here', and we HAD to taste it. D got a green tea, and got me a cranberry juice. When he looked at his bottle, there was sediment in the bottom and he started to shake it. The man and another random woman in line flipped out and started shrieking 'Don't shake the bottle!' Apparently the woman had had a bottle explode, popping the top off, and breaking the GLASS bottle. When we got to the car, D was too afraid to actually drink his, since it was practically breathing and foaming at the mouth. I took one mouthful of mine and my tongue went numb. D read the label and the first ingredient was blue-green mountain algae -- ALGAE!!! There was supposed to be 1 billion lactobacillus organisms and 1 billion other organisms. I don't think I need 2 billion more organisms inside me. D threw his out, but I brought mine back, just to prove it to the kids.
We also bought all kinds of exotic chocolate (D put his next to his chair and Grace ate it) and fancy soap for S.
All in all a great trip -- we even cruised through The Container Store. Amazing how many boxes and shelves people can think up.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

We're foster parents!!

My soft-hearted daughter, who would rescue any stray puppy/kitten/turtle she happened to see, has brought us two foster cats. Their owner has had a terrible run of luck. She was in a car wreck, and her apartment burned, so her two cats were homeless. Her renter's insurance paid for them to be boarded at a vet's for a few weeks, but the money ran out. So we are hosting Mouse, a gray and black tabby male who is absolutely huge. He also hates us. He is very vocal about his unhappiness, also. Then there's Missy, a black shorthaired female who is terrified and hides under anything she can get under. Right now we're just letting them have their space and waiting for everyone to settle down. Mouse has already had two run-ins with Grace, our pit/Rottie mix, who is extremely nosy and ungraceful. She just wants to play, but he's not having any of it. Hopefully this is a short term foster. David is being wonderfully gracious at this unexpected turn-up -- thank you, lovey!!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

UPDATE:cookie recipe

I suddenly decided I needed to share the recipe of the cookies I was making with the world. It makes a huge amount of wonderful cookies, and is extremely easy to make. I printed it off years ago, but have modified it to my family's tastes.

Monster Cookies

1 cup butter 1/2 cup margarine
1/2 cup peanut butter 2 cups brown sugar (today I used cane sugar)
2 cups white sugar 4 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla 4 cups flour
2 tsp. baking soda 1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt 4 cups rolled oats (I usually mix in some wheat bran)
2 cups chocolate chips 1 cup M & M's

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Spray cookie sheets with Pam. In a large bowl, cream together the margarine, butter, peanut butter, brown sugar and white sugar until smooth. Beat in the eggs one at a time, then stir in vanilla. Combine flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt and oats; stir into sugar mixture. Mix in chocolate chips and M&M's. (This is where you can go crazy. Use peanut butter chips, or nuts, or anything else you can dream up.)
Drop by tablespoonfuls onto prepared cookie sheets. Bake for 11 - 13 minutes until edges are golden brown.

Perfect for cold winter days!


Yes, I'm still here, like Granny Weatherwax. (Any Pratchett lovers out there?) A combination of too much stuff to do and too little energy to do it with has kept me off my blog. I keep thinking of things to put on here, but.... I have made chocolate chip oatmeal cookies this afternoon, so I haven't been completely useless today. And took J to buy a new suit for homecoming. Boys grow entirely too fast, in my opinion.
The only crafty thing I've done lately is print out cute labels for the little notebooks I bought for our upcoming craft night. I even bought cute pencils to go with them. I do need to get publicity going, which is my weakness. I really don't like talking to strangers...I tend to stammer and sound like an idiot.
I do plan to have a make-and-take, which I haven't decided on yet. I found a cute bookmark, which I tried out on my eighth grade class, and they liked pretty well. Also, I found a tea bag pocket, which is also pretty easy and cute, but I'm not sure how many people would use it. Still looking........

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

THE color of 2010

If I have successfully added an image, you should see a Pantone color swatch -- turquoise, which they have announced as THE color for 2010. Personally, I think it's more teal than turquoise, but that's me. A darker tone, certainly that what reigned in the late '80s, because I remember a friend's teal and peach wedding. It was...certainly interesting to look back on, and that's all I'm going to say, because I was the one who chose a lavender and purple wedding scheme. Of course, there are few bridemaid dresses that would stand the test of time from the era I grew up in. Today's choices are much more usable-for-all-occasions, I think.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Flu paranoia yet??

I heard a new term this past week: Dracula sneeze. It was on a podcast, Way with Words, and describes the act of sneezing into one's elbow joint to contain the sneeze without contaminating your hands. So you look like the old-time Dracula raising his cape, I guess. And they also said that people are calling the swine flu, the hiney flu...H1N1...get it? So in that vein, I took a quiz on a site K sent me. The result? I have way too many germs on my cell phone. I definitely need to go clean that thing. Ick.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Still struggling...

I asked mein Herr to see if he could figure out a step-by-step process for me to move pics from my computer to Photobucket to this blog. Well, not so much. This MacBook is new for us, and he hasn't had the time to play with the iphoto or some of the other bells and whistles. So...I now have a slideshow. He doesn't know how he did it. Oh well. Life moving on. JJ and I put the left side of the warp through the heddles, then J and I finished the right side. I did sley about three sections through the reed, but it was 9:30 and I gave up. I don't know if there are a lot of weavers with RA, but your joints will only let you sit in awkward positions for so long before they rebel totally. They woke me up about 4 am to tell me they hadn't forgotten, and they were still mad about the whole thing. Thank God for Vicodin and ibuprofen!
Today we're getting two brand new chairs -- recliners that don't look chewed on! That's a real miracle for us. One of these days, a new couch, too! The sad thing is, our chair and couch really are in good shape, structurally, but they're 20 years old, and the tweedy woven fabric hasn't held up well. The cats haven't helped much, either. Mein Herr says that if Isabella puts a claw on the new chairs, she's going to be a rug.

Friday, January 1, 2010


Obviously, that last post was...not right. If you click on the pic, it leads to my photobucket album where you can see all the pics about my loom. All you can really see in the pic is a very large roll of masking tape, and cat butt. Very artistic. Isabella (Spawn of Satan) feels that the loom is hers, and when we work on it, she is not happy. If you've never heard the term, 'Basement Cat', it comes from, an immense timewaster, but very entertaining.
I just finished listening to a podcast from, and nearly had to use a box of tissues. The host was podcasting with her mother, and talking about how they have crafted together over the years. Maybe it was just because I had just been over at Mom's, but I really miss having her as a resource to bounce ideas off of, or to cook with. We both tend to be "cook-by-the-seat-of-the-pants" types, rather than sticking firmly to a recipe, and usually end up looking in the cupboards to see what would taste good thrown into whatever we're making. Mom is 97 (98 in June), and due to the macular degeneration, and the deafness/word loss caused by mini-strokes, she finds it hard to communicate. She also is forgetting a lot. It nearly broke my heart when she came over to help us warp us the loom, and we ended up warping it completely backward because I was following her directions. She's warped more looms than I probably ever will. I resolve to tell more stories about her in this blog, to help keep her alive.