What is this woman wearing and where might I find a pattern for it? I have spent three days searching Ravelry and have found something similar but still not quite right.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
I guess maybe you can trust a smiling goat. “I told you I would take care of everything”, said Daisy.
The retreat was fabulous, I had a great time. They do such a wonderful job of feeding you and making you comfortable at Camp Camby it is hard to leave. I mean who doesn’t love not having to cook or clean? Angela was a wonderful hostess, she and her sisters are so warm and welcoming everyone instantly felt at ease. It was great to meet so many blogging friends. I even have a new BFF, she’s only five but we didn’t let the age difference bother us. I am glad Milah talked me into going a year ago.
It might have been quiet here on the homestead over the weekend but it was a wild and wooly weekend for me. I’m now a hooker! We visited a beautiful rug hooking shop owned by Bev Stewart in Clayton, Indiana. I made this mug rug, which I think looks a lot like Dorothy. When I called home and told the engineer I was learning to be a hooker he calmly replied, “I sure hope we’re talking about rugs, otherwise Milah has some ‘splaining to do.”
It was technically a quilting retreat but I never even touched a quilt. I didn’t tackle the costume project either. I did a lot of knitting. I also worked on a few wool appliqué projects. I stuffed this pincushion with some of the 500 lbs of wool I have in the barn. I figure 40,000 more of these and I’ll start to make a dent in it.
I also finished this wall hanging, now I just need to frame it.
While I was working on it Milah reminded me that I never showed you the finished product of the wool quilt I was working on. I’ve had it done, framed and hanging in the family room since spring.
Can’t wait to go back and do it all again next year! Now back to reality… the toilets need scrubbing.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Me at age sevenish. I wish I still had that lunch pail.
Me at age 29ish *wink*. In grandmother’s skirt.
No offense to Grandma, but I nearly froze to death in her skirt during the Covered Bridge Festival. So I’ve been hitting the sales to pick up period appropriate fabrics to make a more appropriate costume. I’ve chosen wool and silk for a cloak and reproduction calico and muslin for a dress and apron. I also found a pair of old glasses at an antique mall.
Now all I need is a fairy godmother with a magic wand to turn all this into something beautiful, because I don’t have a clue what I am doing! The last time I sewed a garment I was in junior high. I keep telling myself it can’t be that difficult. Then I open the pattern, start to panic and then fold it back up and put it away. Garment construction is a completely different thing than quilting. I’m not sure I’ve got what it takes, but I’m heading out this week for a quilting retreat and some of the ladies have promised to provide moral support. I think I’ll start with the cloak; it has fewer pieces. Or maybe I’ll procrastinate some more and just knit a shawl.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The barn has a new roof. The hay is stacked and ready. The chicken coop is cleaner than the house. It’s time. The final fall prep is to trim hooves and get the girls ready for winter. By that I mean trimming their derriere a little to prevent dung tags, which can look pretty gross.
I asked Laverne, “Wouldn’t you like a nice pedicure and bikini wax? All the young girls are doing it.”
Sophia replied and then Laverne turned back to me and said, “Try it and die.”
Looks like I’m not going in again without that helmet.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I have two names, but all the other animals only have one. That means I’m special. I know because my human calls me by both my names. For instance, in the morning she says, “Good morning, Bocephus. How are you today?”
Then she says, “Bo stop it, don’t eat my coat.”
And “Bo stop it, don’t rub on my leg.”
And “Bo stop it, don’t jump on your brother.”
And “Bo stop it, don’t eat the camera.”
So, you see, my name is Bocephus Stopit, but you can just call me Bo.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
This past weekend, Cathy received the Student of the Year award from the Laubach Literacy Foundation of Newfoundland. She was chosen based on her dedication to education; she
hasn't missed a single day of school throughout her cancer treatment. The celebration was attended by about 150 family, friends, and educators from across Newfoundland.
Not one to ever miss anything, especially a party, after a long day of meetings she still managed to dress up for the occasion. Doesn’t she make the cutest little witch ever?
And then she danced the night away, sitting out for only two songs.
The doctors have stopped Cathy’s treatments. She is in God’s hands now. I know one thing for certain, she is an inspiration to us all. We love you, Cathy.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Meet Thomas and Nancy. Nancy was never allowed to vote.
Now I present their daughter, Lillie and her husband Horatio. He was a local politician. Even so, Lillie was only allowed to go to the polls twice before she died.
But their daughter? The little cutie in the photo? My great-grandmother? She was the first woman ever elected in the county and she won by a landslide.
I hope you exercised your right to vote today in honor of your grandmothers. I did.