Wednesday, January 6, 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
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
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 www.icanhascheezburger.com, an immense timewaster, but very entertaining.
I just finished listening to a podcast from craftpod.com, 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.