Saturday, January 2, 2010
Finally! I have a rug for my living room. While Sam was checking out lumber and tools, I browsed through several other sections. Having purchased our home in 2004 and getting everything setup to suit me, home improvement doesn't do much for me. But...I've been wanting a rug for the living room since we moved here. I found this.
Doesn't it look like a quilt?! When I showed it to Sam...along with my other choices, he said something about the geometrics. He started looking at Oriental/Persian style rugs and asking, "What style is our house?" Hahahahaha My answer is always, "My style." That reply does not make him a happy man. But...I got MY rug! What's the old saying, "When Mama's happy, everybody's happy." And we all know the reverse of that statement!
While I was browsing, I passed one of the kiosks in the kitchen/bath area. Three - what do they call them now because they are no longer 'clerks,'??? - associates. Three associates were sitting around the desk. One asked, "Could we help you?" I kinda shrugged my shoulders and said, "Husband's shopping." As I walked away, I heard them quietly laughing. In my head I replayed what I'd said. Walked a few more steps. OH! I walked back to them:
"I don't know what you heard. But I am not 'husband shopping'! My husband'S shopping. I got one of them. I sure don't want another." I was right. They had missed the s on husband's. LOL After finding Sam and steering him towards the rugs, I passed the associates again. "I found one." And grinned. Sam looked like "what?" So I told him that I was husband shopping.
Don't know if I've mentioned it here, but I have definitely loudly voiced it many, many times over the last 5 1/2 years...tile floors are hard, cold, and loud. I do NOT like them! Whatever happened to the warmth of wood? Hmmm?
This was a dollar purchase at the Friends of the Daingerfield Public Library's annual book sale. I know the ladies who submitted recipes for this book back in 1984. Unfortunately, we no longer have a hospital. Shortly after that time, the less informed majority voted to create a hospital district. Our hospital (Hospital in the Pines) became legally associated (and encumbered) with another hospital in the county. Our hospital was solvent. The other was severely in debt. When bankruptcy was filed, can you say goodbye to both hospitals? What a shame!
Friday, January 1, 2010
Look at this! My first felted project. I used less that 2 1/2 skeins of a feltable wool and knitted a scarf about 9" x 72".
After binding off and weaving in the ends, I pulled up a 1" - somewhat - bubble of fabric and secured the base with a rubberband. Not all over, just each end for 10" more or less...probably less.
Into the washing machine for a warm water wash. Ta-da! I am very, very pleased with my first intentionally felted project.
ssshhh...We won't mention the sweater I had when I was a teenager that was absolutely gorgeous, until I got antsy and could not wait on Mama to wash it...by hand...in cold water...with Woolite...and laid flat to dry. 'Cause I didn't wash it her way. I also never got to wear it again after washing it my way. ;o(
Here's the pattern: http://www.knittingdaily.com/media/p/27946.aspx
Here's my sister-in-law Carol and her two grand-daughters. (Their dad doesn't want their faces shown on the internet.) We were looking for arrowheads. No luck! We found a few pieces of chipped flint, but nothing that resembled an arrowhead.
Even though it was cold, it was fun. We hope to go back when warmer weather comes...not HOT weather...warmer...and drier.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Who would'a thunk it? Where was I thirteen years ago when this was explained? Living in my own itty bitty world I guess. "Once in a blue moon," which happens only once every thirteen years, means...well, it means "once every thirteen years." Wow!!! How neat is that? It happens when there are two new moons in one month. The second new moon is called the blue moon.
Speaking of new moons. I went to see New Moon last night.
It was like the book...took forever to get to the point. And, believe me, it was definitely a teenie bopper movie. You should've heard the girls twittering when Jacob took his shirt off to wipe the blood from Belle's forehead when she crashed the dirt bike.
I understand that some grown-up women are all a-twitter about this series. My only suggestion is...go find a MAN!