Finally got the bib done, and now on to the burp.
See, I still do stitch!
This is by designer Susan Winget, in her 'Changing Season's' book published by Vannessa Ann Collections.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
There are a couple of days that I absolutely love on our farm.
First of all, let me tell you that we live out in the country on the top of the highest hill around. It is a non-animal farm, and we have a gentleman that does the crops..this year it most likely will be corn. Hubby and I like it better when it is in alfalfa. We love the smell when it is cut and it is easier to walk the field in the summer with alfalfa.
Every spring and fall I wait for the redwing blackbirds to come. With us being on top of the hill, when they come, the ladies and some gents congregate in the tallest trees on top of the hill, which happens to be on our farm.
For about an hour, they sing, cackle, whistle, and just generally seem to gossip before they disperse to their chosen spots around the area.
I knew they were coming because the first male scouts have appeared in the area the last few weeks down at the four corners 1/4 mile south of us. We look for them every spring as we drive around the country side to and from town on the countryside around.
This year we seemed to have had two waves so far of the ladies. They came first yesterday, Easter Sunday. This morning as I went out to check the mail, I heard them in the trees again.
They were not as plentiful as in previous years, but maybe that was explained by the two waves of redwing blackbirds.
The second time they appear 'en masse' is in the fall when they gather again before they start their journey south for the winter.
These are the two days I am just beside myself with joy. I love their 'kong-a-rhee' song.
They usually congregate where there is water, and to have them here on top of the hill for that brief time before they settle in down in the swampy area to the south is just a joy. I know I have mentioned them before, but it is such a rite of spring for me to experience their tweetings, songs, cacklings and general gossip of these lovely birds.
So, they are finally here safely from their trip from the south.
I have been known to stop at the four corners to the south, roll down the windows and just listen for a while. I have had lovely people stop and ask me if I need help, so I usually try to do this when I can see no other cars coming because to give them an answer that I was just listening to the birds can be somewhat embarassing.
My two favourite days in the year. I hope when you see the redwing blackbirds in your area, stop and listen to them. Robins have a beautiful song, so add the redwing blackbird to your list of birds to listen to and enjoy.
First of all, let me tell you that we live out in the country on the top of the highest hill around. It is a non-animal farm, and we have a gentleman that does the crops..this year it most likely will be corn. Hubby and I like it better when it is in alfalfa. We love the smell when it is cut and it is easier to walk the field in the summer with alfalfa.
Every spring and fall I wait for the redwing blackbirds to come. With us being on top of the hill, when they come, the ladies and some gents congregate in the tallest trees on top of the hill, which happens to be on our farm.
For about an hour, they sing, cackle, whistle, and just generally seem to gossip before they disperse to their chosen spots around the area.
I knew they were coming because the first male scouts have appeared in the area the last few weeks down at the four corners 1/4 mile south of us. We look for them every spring as we drive around the country side to and from town on the countryside around.
This year we seemed to have had two waves so far of the ladies. They came first yesterday, Easter Sunday. This morning as I went out to check the mail, I heard them in the trees again.
They were not as plentiful as in previous years, but maybe that was explained by the two waves of redwing blackbirds.
The second time they appear 'en masse' is in the fall when they gather again before they start their journey south for the winter.
These are the two days I am just beside myself with joy. I love their 'kong-a-rhee' song.
They usually congregate where there is water, and to have them here on top of the hill for that brief time before they settle in down in the swampy area to the south is just a joy. I know I have mentioned them before, but it is such a rite of spring for me to experience their tweetings, songs, cacklings and general gossip of these lovely birds.
So, they are finally here safely from their trip from the south.
I have been known to stop at the four corners to the south, roll down the windows and just listen for a while. I have had lovely people stop and ask me if I need help, so I usually try to do this when I can see no other cars coming because to give them an answer that I was just listening to the birds can be somewhat embarassing.
My two favourite days in the year. I hope when you see the redwing blackbirds in your area, stop and listen to them. Robins have a beautiful song, so add the redwing blackbird to your list of birds to listen to and enjoy.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Auction house kitchen & Carol's comments on it
Thank you, Carol, for your comments.
I have a few pics in some older posts if you would like to look at them.
I see your picture came with a ribbon for your sampler!
Congratulations on the ribbon!
It is a passing thought each year when I attend the MN State Fair that I should try and enter a piece. The trouble is that there are so many extraordinary pieces submitted. I don't know if I would have a chance. BUT just seeing a piece behind that glass display would be an enormous thrill.
Again, hearty and sincere congratulations on the ribbon.
What is the piece's name and designer?
I am toying with samplers as stitching since completing The Hen Sampler by Bent Creek. She was such a joy to do and she is a hoot! Check out Bent Creek's catalog to see her other patterns.
Roxy seemed appreciative when she got it at the Auction House.
Found her and posted her picture at the start and now you see why I got such a chuckle over the pattern at the store in Las Vegas. The rule is: that if I chuckle, smile or laugh at a pattern, it gets purchased. I laughed out loud in this tiny Las Vegas Stitcher's Paradise store.
I am getting more content to stay at home on Saturday nights now, and the "Lost" feeling is getting lessened more and more.
Sorry it took so long to review your comment and publish it. Your kind words mean so much.
Huggs, Cait
Internet in the morning and farm yards
Good mid afternoon all!
I haven't posted in a long while and for that I apologize. Life happens to get in the way.
Plus getting on the net in the morning is trouble.
The trouble is that when I am on the net, I get sucked into this site and then into that site leads to another and repeat that forever! Most of the time it is time wasted, do you know what I mean????
I have two cross stitch projects going and I really have to get that bib, burp and changer done before Caleb starts on steak! I switched from the elephants I was doing as the pattern just didn't seem to have ANY appeal to me and was a drudge to get stitching on.
This set of patterns is going to be animal pull-toys and found them in a Vanessa~Ann Collection 'An American Sampler', 1992 book. The Book is by designer Susan Winget and called 'Susan Winget's "The Changing Seasons".
The second project is a weather vane for a friend to make into a luggage tag with her name on the back second piece fabric. Since most luggage is black, we have found these little stitched luggage tags identify your bag at once coming around the baggage carousel.
I was in the second hand book store here in town by the name of 'Cover 2 Cover' and was going through their stitching magazine and leaflet area and found the weather vane pattern I have, but can't find. For a quarter I now have it again. It is simple and can change the colourways so easily as it is only four colors of DMC.
Huggs to all, hope your weather is good, our farm yard has most of the frost out and I DIDN'T GET STUCK ONCE! In fact the ground is almost all dried up with those marvelous March winds this week. Yaaaay! In case most of you don't know, I live on a 40 acre non-animal farm and we have the typical farm yard drive. We have had gravel added to the dirt, but most of it has disappeared into the dirt. The last time we added gravel was 20? yrs ago? Guess it is time. I need to get the number again and size and grade of gravel, but as with life happening, something else will come up to gobble up that funding. Makes life interesting, yes?
Mary W. will know what farm yards are like, I think. I think years ago she mentioned what farm yards are like.
I love farm yards, everyone is different and has it's own individuality. I still remember getting up in the middle of the night and looking at my grandparent's farmyard lit by the center pole light. Theirs was three times the size of mine. It is a comforting thought to look out at your barn in the middle of the night with your yard light lit and look for a bunny or two or three.
I don't throw my produce away when it has gone that one day over the time for human consumption anymore. I have a patch dedicated just outside the kitchen door where I put it for the bunnies. I found that they don't like herbed stuffing mix much, but will eat the cranberries that are in it first. It takes them a while, but the stuffing mix eventually disappeared. They had the same reaction to some very, very stale rye crackers. But they get fed and it stays out of filling up the dumpster. All my potato peelings, tops and bottoms of radishes, tomato cores, old, wrinkled apples from the apple bin in the fridge, even banana skins get made into bunny muscle, blood and bone. Good for them, good for me. It all started when I was re-arranging the kitchen and found a whole Tupperware container of stale peanuts in the shell. It went out in a pile out on the snow and it took them a while, but they ate them. Was a lot of fun to see them put the peanut in their mouth and work it around until they extracted the peanut and then spit the shell out. My German Shepherd, Molly Brown did the same thing. Brought back memories of her.
I get such great delight in seeing them in the middle of the night, just outside my kitchen door by about 20 feet away when I can't sleep. Thank you, Lord, for whispering the idea into my head. They even ate a mango, but left the seed. I can see the teeth marks on the pit. Guess I will have to put that part of the mango in the dumpster. But it is a nice reminder of what my bunnies will eat. I think we throw away so much and it could be fed to the bunnies. Well, guess I am through ruminating for the morning, have some computer chores to do as well as eat breakfast. (Well I guess I could term it brunch since it is now after 12.) Going to have leftover brown rice with pork and pork gravy with added broccoli and carrots and serve it with some lemon soy sauce. Kikkoman brand, Ponzu Citrus Seasoned Soy Sauce & Dressing. Good stuff. It has natural lemon and orange flavours in it, and the sodium is 400 mg for 1 tbsp!!!!!
Well, guess that is all for now. Hope to post a pic or two of projects going on.
Huggs to all, Cait
I haven't posted in a long while and for that I apologize. Life happens to get in the way.
Plus getting on the net in the morning is trouble.
The trouble is that when I am on the net, I get sucked into this site and then into that site leads to another and repeat that forever! Most of the time it is time wasted, do you know what I mean????
I have two cross stitch projects going and I really have to get that bib, burp and changer done before Caleb starts on steak! I switched from the elephants I was doing as the pattern just didn't seem to have ANY appeal to me and was a drudge to get stitching on.
This set of patterns is going to be animal pull-toys and found them in a Vanessa~Ann Collection 'An American Sampler', 1992 book. The Book is by designer Susan Winget and called 'Susan Winget's "The Changing Seasons".
The second project is a weather vane for a friend to make into a luggage tag with her name on the back second piece fabric. Since most luggage is black, we have found these little stitched luggage tags identify your bag at once coming around the baggage carousel.
I was in the second hand book store here in town by the name of 'Cover 2 Cover' and was going through their stitching magazine and leaflet area and found the weather vane pattern I have, but can't find. For a quarter I now have it again. It is simple and can change the colourways so easily as it is only four colors of DMC.
Huggs to all, hope your weather is good, our farm yard has most of the frost out and I DIDN'T GET STUCK ONCE! In fact the ground is almost all dried up with those marvelous March winds this week. Yaaaay! In case most of you don't know, I live on a 40 acre non-animal farm and we have the typical farm yard drive. We have had gravel added to the dirt, but most of it has disappeared into the dirt. The last time we added gravel was 20? yrs ago? Guess it is time. I need to get the number again and size and grade of gravel, but as with life happening, something else will come up to gobble up that funding. Makes life interesting, yes?
Mary W. will know what farm yards are like, I think. I think years ago she mentioned what farm yards are like.
I love farm yards, everyone is different and has it's own individuality. I still remember getting up in the middle of the night and looking at my grandparent's farmyard lit by the center pole light. Theirs was three times the size of mine. It is a comforting thought to look out at your barn in the middle of the night with your yard light lit and look for a bunny or two or three.
I don't throw my produce away when it has gone that one day over the time for human consumption anymore. I have a patch dedicated just outside the kitchen door where I put it for the bunnies. I found that they don't like herbed stuffing mix much, but will eat the cranberries that are in it first. It takes them a while, but the stuffing mix eventually disappeared. They had the same reaction to some very, very stale rye crackers. But they get fed and it stays out of filling up the dumpster. All my potato peelings, tops and bottoms of radishes, tomato cores, old, wrinkled apples from the apple bin in the fridge, even banana skins get made into bunny muscle, blood and bone. Good for them, good for me. It all started when I was re-arranging the kitchen and found a whole Tupperware container of stale peanuts in the shell. It went out in a pile out on the snow and it took them a while, but they ate them. Was a lot of fun to see them put the peanut in their mouth and work it around until they extracted the peanut and then spit the shell out. My German Shepherd, Molly Brown did the same thing. Brought back memories of her.
I get such great delight in seeing them in the middle of the night, just outside my kitchen door by about 20 feet away when I can't sleep. Thank you, Lord, for whispering the idea into my head. They even ate a mango, but left the seed. I can see the teeth marks on the pit. Guess I will have to put that part of the mango in the dumpster. But it is a nice reminder of what my bunnies will eat. I think we throw away so much and it could be fed to the bunnies. Well, guess I am through ruminating for the morning, have some computer chores to do as well as eat breakfast. (Well I guess I could term it brunch since it is now after 12.) Going to have leftover brown rice with pork and pork gravy with added broccoli and carrots and serve it with some lemon soy sauce. Kikkoman brand, Ponzu Citrus Seasoned Soy Sauce & Dressing. Good stuff. It has natural lemon and orange flavours in it, and the sodium is 400 mg for 1 tbsp!!!!!
Well, guess that is all for now. Hope to post a pic or two of projects going on.
Huggs to all, Cait
Monday, February 1, 2010
Auction house kitchen
Last night I started to clean out the auction house kitchen.
I will no longer be there in the kitchen.
I have retired, so to speak and have turned over the reigns to a couple that does catering.
In order to have food at the auction house, it has to be catered.
So, last nite was a closing of a part of my life that was a great part of my weekends.
I had many of the customers come to tell me that they will miss me, and I am sure a great deal more glad that I will no longer be there so they can have hot food again.
Either way, it is a sadness of note, but also one of happiness.
Even though I only served pop, candy bars and chips, it gave me a way to connect with humanity.
I listened to a lot of woes, shared a ton of happiness and learned about their lives. I made a lot of friends, and tried to remember the names of all the regulars.
In each transaction, or connection, you realize that we are all a part of a skein of life that interweaves with others. We can no longer be a hermit and live a life of seclusion. Each person leaves a mark on our life and we can only hope that we leave a good mark on someone else's life.
I will miss the kitchen, but it is time to move on.
Maybe next week, after 5:00 mass, I will be lodged in the corner in Bob's old desk chair and will be finally finishing the bib, burp and changing pad that should have been done before Christmas. I do want to get it to Caleb to use before he starts on that steak!
Thanks to all that were part of my life in that kitchen, even though most, if not all, will never know of this posting.
I will miss serving you in that small way of a life connection.
But stop in at the other side of the auction house and visit for a bit.
I will no longer be there in the kitchen.
I have retired, so to speak and have turned over the reigns to a couple that does catering.
In order to have food at the auction house, it has to be catered.
So, last nite was a closing of a part of my life that was a great part of my weekends.
I had many of the customers come to tell me that they will miss me, and I am sure a great deal more glad that I will no longer be there so they can have hot food again.
Either way, it is a sadness of note, but also one of happiness.
Even though I only served pop, candy bars and chips, it gave me a way to connect with humanity.
I listened to a lot of woes, shared a ton of happiness and learned about their lives. I made a lot of friends, and tried to remember the names of all the regulars.
In each transaction, or connection, you realize that we are all a part of a skein of life that interweaves with others. We can no longer be a hermit and live a life of seclusion. Each person leaves a mark on our life and we can only hope that we leave a good mark on someone else's life.
I will miss the kitchen, but it is time to move on.
Maybe next week, after 5:00 mass, I will be lodged in the corner in Bob's old desk chair and will be finally finishing the bib, burp and changing pad that should have been done before Christmas. I do want to get it to Caleb to use before he starts on that steak!
Thanks to all that were part of my life in that kitchen, even though most, if not all, will never know of this posting.
I will miss serving you in that small way of a life connection.
But stop in at the other side of the auction house and visit for a bit.
Expired
Good morning All!
I guess I made myself pretty clear on the Grammys that aired last nite. I am sorry that I missed Andreas Bocelli and Mary Blige and their song. I love that man's voice with anything he sings.
But O.K., I admit I am old.
Most likely as old as dirt in my kid's eyes.
But I am still alive!
And with that said, I still believe that proper behaviour is how our society will continue to function and go on.
Like trying to access my old Twitter account.
I evidently hadn't used it for a period of time, and it was deleted!
Can you believe that? I have an expiration date, and my account expired!
Ouch!
Then I tried to rejoin. Used an old email address. Guess what? That expired because of non-use too! Second swing at the bat?
Trying to tell me something?
O.K. I guess I will just have to think of a new name and address, don't know if I can do it, but that may be my only option.
I hate to think that I may be 'expired' without my knowing it! But isn't that the way life sometimes manifests itself?
I know I was very sick the past two weeks (read that as flat on my back in bed for fourteen days), and really thought that I really wanted to 'expire', but I didn't, and have regained some of the ten pounds that I lost.
Let me tell you that this is not the way I envisioned losing weight.
But I must be on the mend, I am actually thinking of food in a good way the last few days, and have actually been hungry. For me not to be hungry means something drastic is going on. My life revolves around food.
Being a diabetic makes me look at food differently, but I still enjoy good food. My cooking is a pretty poor substitute for what I want to cook. Just need to update my skills. At least while I am still alive, and not expired. I did get a good chuckle out of it, but not being so computer literate as I would like to be, am at a loss as to how to do some things. Ohhhwelllll, sigh, back to my mundane world and the need to feed the belly with breakfast-type foods. Hmmmm, do have some pancakes in the freezer. Off to the kitchen!!!!!
Enjoy your day. Look forward to each minute. It can never be recovered. Life your life with honor.
CJ
I guess I made myself pretty clear on the Grammys that aired last nite. I am sorry that I missed Andreas Bocelli and Mary Blige and their song. I love that man's voice with anything he sings.
But O.K., I admit I am old.
Most likely as old as dirt in my kid's eyes.
But I am still alive!
And with that said, I still believe that proper behaviour is how our society will continue to function and go on.
Like trying to access my old Twitter account.
I evidently hadn't used it for a period of time, and it was deleted!
Can you believe that? I have an expiration date, and my account expired!
Ouch!
Then I tried to rejoin. Used an old email address. Guess what? That expired because of non-use too! Second swing at the bat?
Trying to tell me something?
O.K. I guess I will just have to think of a new name and address, don't know if I can do it, but that may be my only option.
I hate to think that I may be 'expired' without my knowing it! But isn't that the way life sometimes manifests itself?
I know I was very sick the past two weeks (read that as flat on my back in bed for fourteen days), and really thought that I really wanted to 'expire', but I didn't, and have regained some of the ten pounds that I lost.
Let me tell you that this is not the way I envisioned losing weight.
But I must be on the mend, I am actually thinking of food in a good way the last few days, and have actually been hungry. For me not to be hungry means something drastic is going on. My life revolves around food.
Being a diabetic makes me look at food differently, but I still enjoy good food. My cooking is a pretty poor substitute for what I want to cook. Just need to update my skills. At least while I am still alive, and not expired. I did get a good chuckle out of it, but not being so computer literate as I would like to be, am at a loss as to how to do some things. Ohhhwelllll, sigh, back to my mundane world and the need to feed the belly with breakfast-type foods. Hmmmm, do have some pancakes in the freezer. Off to the kitchen!!!!!
Enjoy your day. Look forward to each minute. It can never be recovered. Life your life with honor.
CJ
I clicked on the Grammys last night briefly to see Taylor Swift receive one of the Grammys, and then Beyonce came on with her military-style take on a song.
I watched and saw her grab her crotch.
We tell our little ones that no one is supposed to touch them there, but it evidently doesn't equate to 'touching yourself' there in public.
As far as I know, only toddlers, and young children up to the age of 6 do that when they have to 'go'.
I lost any respect I had for the young woman at that 'gesture'.
When did it become acceptable for performers to grab their crotches?
Oh, yes, Michael Jackson started it.
Well, I guess that explains it.
The fallen 'hero' started it. That makes it acceptable.
Sorry, not in my book.
It is still a private area that should be kept and honored that way.
How can we tell our youngsters that this practice is such a second-hand way to grab unwanted and negative attention, and no pun intended.
I watched and saw her grab her crotch.
We tell our little ones that no one is supposed to touch them there, but it evidently doesn't equate to 'touching yourself' there in public.
As far as I know, only toddlers, and young children up to the age of 6 do that when they have to 'go'.
I lost any respect I had for the young woman at that 'gesture'.
When did it become acceptable for performers to grab their crotches?
Oh, yes, Michael Jackson started it.
Well, I guess that explains it.
The fallen 'hero' started it. That makes it acceptable.
Sorry, not in my book.
It is still a private area that should be kept and honored that way.
How can we tell our youngsters that this practice is such a second-hand way to grab unwanted and negative attention, and no pun intended.
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