And, away we go! Friday Fill-ins!
1. Paisley is one of the first Persian patterns to catch on world wide.
2. I want to use some paisley material to redo a favorite hat for summer.
3. Where is all this extra rain coming from? Not that it all doesn't please me. The garden is doing so well and any extra rainfall that helps fill reservoirs in California is very welcome indeed!
4. I love the rainy season so why would I want it to end?
5. Sometimes, less is enough, but that only means something to people who truly understand fashion over embellishment. I am a notorious embellisher.
6. My very favorite mustard is Grey Poupon.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a full movie night, as always because I love films, tomorrow my plans include finishing some small sparkly projects and packing them up for the mail on Monday, and Sunday, I want to re-arrange things into new boxes that DH bought me at Michaels. They have flowers on them and all match!
Sisters Report:
Let's call this "An Ode to a Beloved Lamp", the non- rhyming version, since I am not a poet.
We went to see my sister on Wednesday, bearing gifts, and cookies, too. I took her an Ott lite for her craft area. She had been saying on the phone that she was finding it difficult to make things in her little sewing room. Like myself, she has a converted bedroom for an SR. You fellow empty nesters know the sort of room - one big window, up high. To get enough light, C had to sit on an uncomfortable loveseat and lean forward to work on her make shift, low craft table, which strained her cranky back too much.
The lamp I gave her is one of those fab little Ottlite task lamps that, when closed up, looks like (sort of) a tiny penguin, sleeping. I've ordered a Pink one, of course, to replace it.
I missed the darn $19.99, one penny shipping offer from Jo Ann's on Valentine's Day because of not being aware of my sister's dilemma at the time, and Amazon had sold out, too! These things must have hit a Giant Nerve with every Pink loving crafter worldwide! Perhaps these lamps had been featured in a popular sitcom? Anyway, they got really tough to get if you didn't want to pay full price, which I never, ever want to do.
Amazon finally got some more pink lamps by Wednesday night, with an exuberant note saying "more on the way!!" emblazoned on the page. So I snapped one up! Mine, the black and white one I gave away, along with a different sort of radial-armed, wunderkind-designed task lamp, made it possible for me to sew again at the machine. Well, that is to say, the two lamps along with a pair of thick glasses that make me look a little like a Great Horned Owl , with glasses, have made it possible.
The Wolfie report:
Wolfie has been upchucking a few times a week, in a totally undecipherable pattern, for the past two months. We may take him to the vet if he doesn't stop it! Home "Forensics" have offered up only one or two clues. He throws up nothing but fluid, and he eats very happily two minutes later. We think he's a Nutter, a "head case", poor little guy. He walks to his rug, and rolfs. I've thought about training him to a Mason Jar.
We had dedicated that rug for him already, as he loved to lie there and muse about humans and their odd pack behavior and what it meant, or perhaps he did this in order to keep a better eye on the denning cave's mouth. We human's call it the front door. Wolfie's rug is now the one he heaves on, which creates a traffic flow problem. We need some blinking yellow hazard lights and saw horses like Cal Trans has, only slightly smaller so we don't trip over them. Someday I'll tell you all about the "tortoise fence" in the side yard and my encounter with it. Think: "Charley Chaplin".
Weather report:
We've had a day, Tuesday, of "Gully Washer Squalls", followed by a day of "Glorious Puffy Clouds Floating" over the mountains and valleys, i.e., picture post card San Diego weather on Wednesday. I was happy to have an unimpeded day of good weather to visit my sister.
Thursday it was clouded over again, and promising more rain. We planted tomato seeds in the form of two semi rotten parent tomatoes, before the first rains on Tuesday. We plant them in this way as that's how these heirloom ones do best - as sneaky, squashed, semi dead little (ghouls?) tomatoes, well beyond hope of being eaten.
Anyway, we put said tomatoes in their new home, one of Higher Rated Sunlight and up the hill from the regular routes (or highways) of the Marauding Tortoise Horde. I reckon we will still have to fence those relentless little bulldozers OUT of the tomato patch for their own sakes. I'm not sure they should be allowed to eat tomato plants. Nope! They can't eat them, see HERE. I shall put this puppy in the side bar!
1. Paisley is one of the first Persian patterns to catch on world wide.
2. I want to use some paisley material to redo a favorite hat for summer.
3. Where is all this extra rain coming from? Not that it all doesn't please me. The garden is doing so well and any extra rainfall that helps fill reservoirs in California is very welcome indeed!
4. I love the rainy season so why would I want it to end?
5. Sometimes, less is enough, but that only means something to people who truly understand fashion over embellishment. I am a notorious embellisher.
6. My very favorite mustard is Grey Poupon.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a full movie night, as always because I love films, tomorrow my plans include finishing some small sparkly projects and packing them up for the mail on Monday, and Sunday, I want to re-arrange things into new boxes that DH bought me at Michaels. They have flowers on them and all match!
Sisters Report:
Let's call this "An Ode to a Beloved Lamp", the non- rhyming version, since I am not a poet.
We went to see my sister on Wednesday, bearing gifts, and cookies, too. I took her an Ott lite for her craft area. She had been saying on the phone that she was finding it difficult to make things in her little sewing room. Like myself, she has a converted bedroom for an SR. You fellow empty nesters know the sort of room - one big window, up high. To get enough light, C had to sit on an uncomfortable loveseat and lean forward to work on her make shift, low craft table, which strained her cranky back too much.
The lamp I gave her is one of those fab little Ottlite task lamps that, when closed up, looks like (sort of) a tiny penguin, sleeping. I've ordered a Pink one, of course, to replace it.
I missed the darn $19.99, one penny shipping offer from Jo Ann's on Valentine's Day because of not being aware of my sister's dilemma at the time, and Amazon had sold out, too! These things must have hit a Giant Nerve with every Pink loving crafter worldwide! Perhaps these lamps had been featured in a popular sitcom? Anyway, they got really tough to get if you didn't want to pay full price, which I never, ever want to do.
Amazon finally got some more pink lamps by Wednesday night, with an exuberant note saying "more on the way!!" emblazoned on the page. So I snapped one up! Mine, the black and white one I gave away, along with a different sort of radial-armed, wunderkind-designed task lamp, made it possible for me to sew again at the machine. Well, that is to say, the two lamps along with a pair of thick glasses that make me look a little like a Great Horned Owl , with glasses, have made it possible.
The Wolfie report:
Wolfie has been upchucking a few times a week, in a totally undecipherable pattern, for the past two months. We may take him to the vet if he doesn't stop it! Home "Forensics" have offered up only one or two clues. He throws up nothing but fluid, and he eats very happily two minutes later. We think he's a Nutter, a "head case", poor little guy. He walks to his rug, and rolfs. I've thought about training him to a Mason Jar.
We had dedicated that rug for him already, as he loved to lie there and muse about humans and their odd pack behavior and what it meant, or perhaps he did this in order to keep a better eye on the denning cave's mouth. We human's call it the front door. Wolfie's rug is now the one he heaves on, which creates a traffic flow problem. We need some blinking yellow hazard lights and saw horses like Cal Trans has, only slightly smaller so we don't trip over them. Someday I'll tell you all about the "tortoise fence" in the side yard and my encounter with it. Think: "Charley Chaplin".
Weather report:
We've had a day, Tuesday, of "Gully Washer Squalls", followed by a day of "Glorious Puffy Clouds Floating" over the mountains and valleys, i.e., picture post card San Diego weather on Wednesday. I was happy to have an unimpeded day of good weather to visit my sister.
Thursday it was clouded over again, and promising more rain. We planted tomato seeds in the form of two semi rotten parent tomatoes, before the first rains on Tuesday. We plant them in this way as that's how these heirloom ones do best - as sneaky, squashed, semi dead little (ghouls?) tomatoes, well beyond hope of being eaten.
Anyway, we put said tomatoes in their new home, one of Higher Rated Sunlight and up the hill from the regular routes (or highways) of the Marauding Tortoise Horde. I reckon we will still have to fence those relentless little bulldozers OUT of the tomato patch for their own sakes. I'm not sure they should be allowed to eat tomato plants. Nope! They can't eat them, see HERE. I shall put this puppy in the side bar!
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