It’s not the best snapshot that’s ever come out of this little camera, but you get the idea: we’re pretty happy around here.
Moving? Huh? Nah, I’ve got way more important things to worry about…
Like quilts for Christmas! (This reminds me of that unforgettable scene in Cranford: “Out of the way! We are in the throes of an exceptional emergency! This is no occassion for sport; there is LACE at stake!”)
(Which, by the way, if you haven’t seen, really should be at the tip-top of your winter movie-viewing list.)
Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
We have a moving date! And it’s in, um, nine days. So I’m not sure that I’ll be posting much around these parts just now — lots to do, ya know?
Cheers and lots of lovies for a happy Thanksgiving — you know where I’ll be (hint: it involves the arms of one exceptionally handsome soldier)!
they just don’t make ‘em like they used to
Published November 23, 2009 crafty , quilting , sewing 8 CommentsSheets, that is. I am so addicted to vintage sheets; I’m in love with all the cheerful prints and the well-loved softness of a good find.
This quilt makes me think of summer — of picnics — of swimming pools and afternoon naps in the grass. It’s the perfect size for one little summer-born girl’s bed, and she’s curled up with it (presumably asleep, but one never knows) as we speak.
And somehow, since moving here, my vintage sheet stash has truly reached epic proportions. Despite having, uh, five (five!) other quilts already in the works, I’m starting to dream about a happy little patchwork quilt made of vintage sheets, a la my Swap-Bot buddy Evelyn.
Unrelated: a few days ago, I was confirming something with Richard over the phone. I asked my question and he said, “Roger.” There was a pause. Then I said, “Did you really just say that?” And he said, “No, I did not just say ‘Roger’ to my wife!” Apparently Army life is getting to him just a little bit.
He’ll be home in three days!
And the winner is…
Avery! Avery is my bloggy buddy. I can’t remember how we found each other, but over the past few months we’ve shared many a late-night musing about all kinds of deep stuff that you’d only think about late at night. She rocks.
I loved reading everyone’s comments. It made me get all marshmallowey and be that much more excited for my honey’s homecoming (four more days, woot!).
Back tomorrow with the long-awaited (and finally completed!) vintage sheet quilt!
My parents have this amazing collection of vintage Fisher-Price Little People. They are hands-down the most popular toy at Grandma and Grandpa’s house (for the smaller set, that is). Lately Lizzy has taken to assigning family names to select Little People. For one thing, there’s Baby (she won’t say “Maren” — no, it’s Baby).
There’s also Mommy and Lizzy.
Daddy’s identity is a little shakier, but he definitely wears a hat.
We’ll see if she picks out a permanent Daddy after next week. (I should say that she has no trouble identifying her real daddy in pictures, video chats, phone calls, and the like.)
Don’t forget to enter the giveaway below! — If for no other reason than that it will make me feel special. Aaww, warm fuzzies.
the single-digit celebration giveaway!
Published November 18, 2009 friends , orders of business 13 CommentsWe are into SINGLE DIGITS, my friends!! Just eight more days until Richard comes home! To celebrate, how about a little giveaway?
You don’t have to Tweet, Facebook, or blog about it. You don’t have to become a follower or subscribe or tell me which archived post you liked best. No, you guys have already done your work. I wish I had enough of these little guys for everyone; I can’t tell you what a wonderful source of friendship and comfort my friends on the blogosphere have been over the past five months. So truly: thank you.
What I would love to see is a comment about your beloved (and whether that’s your beloved cat or your beloved spouse is up to you) — your favorite thing about him or her, or your favorite date night you’ve ever had (or have ever dreamed of). Something like that.
I’ll keep it open until Sunday evening sometime; leave a comment to enter (I’ll choose the winner via the random number generator). And again, thank you, sweet bloggy friends — both old friends I’ve known for years and new friends I’ve never met in person — for being our cheerleaders and pals. With you, it’s been a whole lot easier to keep my chin up!
My parents had a brilliant idea this Halloween: they bought candy they hate. So when the last trick-or-treaters went home, it didn’t seem like such a shame to toss the leftovers. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the same brilliant idea, so I’ve still got a whole bunch of Snickers and Reese’s lying around that I have no idea what to do with, other than slowly pick away at them myself.
Then I was talking with this cute friend of mine the other day, and she happened to mention that she would never, ever turn down a Reese’s. Bingo! She has the most cheerful and vibrant personality, so I chose some fabrics that felt the same way. I pieced together 6-inch strips of varying widths and used this tutorial to make a little lined pouch to hold the goods. And I did not eat any of them whilst packaging them in said pouch.
We have been loving squash soup around here lately. I’ve made it at least three or four times so far this season, and I’m not sick of it yet. My favorite recipe is simple; no fried sage leaves, no curry powder, no cinnamon-sugar croutons, no ginger, not even chicken broth. Just plain, unadulterated squash — with a smidge of butter, cream, and brown sugar for good measure.
We’re off to my nephew’s baptism today, then spending the rest of the weekend with my parents. I’ll be back next week with a fun giveaway!
Something I keep trying to remember, but usually I forget: the best days are not those where I get the laundrycookingshoppingcleaning done. Rather, the best days are made of leisurely hours spent on the floor, playing with the babies and giving (and getting) lots of smiles, hugs, and kisses. They’re made of messes and giggly teasings and noodles for dinner. Gotta remember that.
Sometimes I wonder if my dear husband reads these types of posts while rubbing his forehead and saying “Oy.”
Because I scored at the thrift store today. Besides the 25-cent zippers and rainbow pillowcases, there were these fat little bundles — four yards in all for three bucks, high-quality cotton (not the cheapie stuff, no ma’am, this is the real deal) in cute little prints of an unknown vintage.
They were right next to this tasty little thing, so I thought I might as well take her home with me, too. She looked like some good midnight nibbling.
