Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
On the weekends I make DH's favorite pancakes with granola, nuts, dried apricots, cranberries, coconut & raisins. Really, it's almost a dessert, don't ya think? Edited to add - the key is not to mix the goodies in with batter, it's so much better if you sprinkle the good stuff right before you flip 'em. Just give it an extra little press down with the spatula & you're good to go!
This morning we have a 2 hour snow delay so I made Liv some heart shaped panny cakes & set the table extra special. Of course, they wanted to eat in the family room by the TV. And the puppy got a hold of a corner of the tablecloth and nearly sent it all flying.
It was nice while it lasted!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
naming a puppy after Darly's crazy poop machine pooch isn't of sound mind. As in a bad omen. If you believe in that stuff.
But I don't so the truth is last night (perhaps while dreaming about a certain sullen fellow) I came up with an even better name!
Drum roll please...
meet Mr. Mark Darcy, aka Mister, Mr. Darcy or Mark Darcy.
I'm certain my fellow Jane-ites will approve!
On a sad note, Mr. Darcy's little sister Paisley was returned to the breeder last night. Mom & dad's 6 y/o male boxer was too aggressive towards her. I would love to keep her too, but the not so dearH would be calling a divorce attorney. He is rather ticked at the new name as Darcy seems a bit feminine, but after his refusal to assist in any puppy maintenance, oh well!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Today was the day. We brought home our pup. He is a brindle boxer dog, just like all the dogs my parents ever had. We originally were going to name him Chance as in Homeward Bound (or as my DDs like to say Homework Bound, lol!)
My mom & dad took home a sister - and are naming her Paisley. Isn't that a great choice? (I mentioned it a few times and was able to dissuade them from calling her Angel, Lady or TiaMia!)
Cathrynn is a natural with him. Liv's warming up slowly. And Frank, my DH, is a big fraud. When I met him, he was an animal lover, spending his time walking strays at a no-kill shelter. Now, he's barely tolerating this adorable guy. Whining about the dog smell. I've had to talk to him firmly about his negative vibes affecting the pup. We'll see. He wants the girls to have a dog but he's never had one and is spoiled with how independent our cats are.
So, what did we name him? I stole the name of one of my dear friend's 4-legged companions... our new guy is Dempsey. Don't be mad Darly, okay? Paisley & Dempsey - cool, huh?
The video's from my cell, but you get the idea - he's a cutie!
Friday, February 22, 2008
A local drapery & upholstery shop that had been in business so long it was part institution & part landmark - as in "turn at..." recently went out of business. Sad for them but oh so happy for us. If the original owners had been on site it wouldn't have been such a joyous occasion, but the guys who were there were being paid to tear down the warehouse innards and were filling a dumpster with - I swear - down pillow forms, vintage trims and fabric scraps that were almost a yard big!The store front was piled with rolls of high quality fabrics and a handmade sign in the window announced "$3-5 a roll" yep, not a yard - a bolt! Dana's skills at sniffing out a bargain were at their finest as she found this city sale, a whole a county & an hour+ away from her rural mecca thanks to Craiglist. On Wednesday, she'd called me frantically on numerous occasions as I stood in a warehouse waiting for those #@!* Girl Scout cookies. As she was waist deep in free fabric scraps. Imagine my horror!!
She loaded her Suburban with fabric. For a really, really unreal price. Not like when you're at Joann's and even after the coupons and red tag prices, they hand you your fabric and it's a tiny bag for far too much money.
So she picked me and Liv up yesterday with a plan to fill the Suburban again. It was like Christmas morning. We arrived with cold hard cash to the warm welcome of the new building owner who was waiting for a dumpster to be delivered. He just wanted the stuff out of there and to get on with his real estate purchase. He mentioned that anything not sold would be tossed or donated. And he was ready to make some deals. And was happy to see us piling up the fabric. And then as our piles grew, his mood changed and he started to get antsy and even voiced concern that WE may be taking advantage of HIM. WHAT? Seriously, his trash was suddenly invaluable, and maybe he didn't know what he was doing by selling it in volume. Yeah - he was concerned that 2 women might be getting a better deal than he was. Like he was going to sell it by the yard at retail prices and hadn't bought this highly sought after commercial property to make a killing of his own. Greedy bastard. And it was absolutely an ego thing. Have you ever been on the receiving end of this type of thing? It brought back not-so-distant memories of being at the mercy of unscrupulous plumbers, contractors & slum/landlord at my tearoom. And being treated like they were the ones holding the cash and calling the shots. Ugh.
So it was a tad uncomfortable but not so much that I won't be going back for more today. DH was very impressed by my haul and wants me to negotiate even harder. After 2 days there, Dana was much more annoyed by him, and refuses to go back - but she got a few hundred bolts of fabric to my measly 24 bolts. I also got about 30+ fabric sample books for FREE. Less dumpster space for him, and many, many gorgeous swatches to use on my totes and sewing projects.
Wish me luck! And that the snow doesn't interfere with my plans...
UPDATE: Well, it wasn't a great social exchange w/ Sir Surly, the grumpy & greedy old dude, but I got what I wanted - 25 more bolts of pretty fabulous fabric! And my personal favorite - a BIG bolt of this vintage shabby chic polished cotton (Dana - would that make this chintz... I never know my fabrics) It was stuck in a box with some really bad 80s watercolor florals. I think the girls would look adorable in little shift dresses. Or there might even be enough to cover all my outdoor cushions. Oh happy spring - I can't wait to start sewing!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
It was silly and I can't even imagine that I had that much time in my schedule! Don't tell the hubby, okay? And did I mention that I already had a Bling'd Birdhouse? Yep, this one had an angel theme and was intended to be a Christmas present last year, but it was never completed, so I redecorated and revamped it a bit.
I'd love to show you it but that would ruin the fun, right?
I just checked and the official date isn't until the end of March. Nah. I can't wait that long. As soon as the glue dries, I'll share a few bits & pieces of the bling.
Monday, February 18, 2008
I just noticed that there aren't a lot of great adjectives that start with K...
- Krazy-glue (well, I used Alene's of course)
- Klepto (an Edith Bunker reference for us middle-agers)
- Kelley (painfully obvious)
Yes, I know these aren't even adjectives.
I just scraped the bottom of the witty barrel to come up with these.
Yep, it's all mine for my bedroom. It makes me insanely happy to see all this bling in a tiny little spot for me to gaze at.
I'm working on a few others to share the love & will be listing soon. Stay tuned to see if I've blinged your inital.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
I fashioned a tiny Easter bonnet for the tiny Miss Bleu J from a clasp of a broken vintage rosary. She is so happy to have spring arrive that she's perched outside in a chippy painted lawn chair with a beaded cushion. And her house needed some whimsy as well - lots of buttons and tiny shells - from a cheapy necklace at a thrift store - decoupaged birds fill the air and feast on tiny millinery morsels. My exterior is scrapbook paper scraps, some have a light wash of shimmery metallic paint. A vintage spool of silky thread is the pot for a topiary of craft beads, complete w/ a water can charm. And an itty bitty banner - how much more whimsical does it get? Stop by Karlas today to see all her beauties!!
Glitter & Glue! Kelley
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I want it.I read a lot of trashy romance novels at a rather young age - which leads me to ask "what was my mom thinking?!" I've waited for my sullen pirate to ravish me, only to turn out to be the handsome and rich and attentive prince... sigh. You know the rest of that fairy tale!I've had some near-misses with that kind of passion. Heck, I spent a decade chasing it.
My high school boyfriend - and first love - set the standard pretty high - heartfelt letters that are still tied in ribbons along with carefully pressed flowers, candle lit dinners and sincere promises for a remarkable future made with tears and a tiny diamond ring. I was 17 and thought that was the norm. He is the one that got away, only because I sent him away. And, as you may expect he went on to have that life without me. He offered to be the prince without all the agony and hype - surely that wasn't real.
My wedding at 18 years old (what was I thinking?) was complete with a sense of doom and disaster, and many people crying real tears, surely he was my pirate. Actually he was a cad. At the very least. And I'm sure his 4th wife agrees.
I've had candle lit dinners at sunset overlooking spectacular views, a limo drive to a country inn (now that would've been nice, had that guy not got carsick!), many boxes of lingerie with satin bows, dozens & dozens of pink roses and teddy bears delivered to my office, romantic walks under the stars and on beaches, evenings with firelight, candlelight and snow gently falling around me, promises and offers... all made by men whom for whatever reason, were all hype and no substance. You know the ones that fizzle out like they had a 3 month expiration date?
My husband and I have been together for almost 12 years, married for almost 10. He's not a romantic guy. His cards have always been humorous and, more than likely, have some thought of sex in there too, lest I forget about it. He hasn't whisked me away for many romantic dinners, and flowers are usually given with a sheepish apology. He's safely off the hook at buying cards as he can send the girls to the craft room and bribe them to make me something that will melt my heart (and he's right). His gifts for me are rather sensible, and sometimes funny - Lane Bryant "rock star" undies for Christmas.
So, I'm left with my own romantic thoughts - of my husband who lets me sleep while he leaves for work, and to awaken to the waiting pot of coffee. A man who goes to work everyday, without fail or excuse. It doesn't seem like much, but back in the day, I dated a few men who had too much money handed to them and not enough ambition to get their own real lives. My husband is not my pirate, nor my prince. Ours isn't a story they'll write books about, but there's something to be said for a comfortable & secure life. I bought him Sarris' chocolate and the four of us will be having a nice dinner in the dining room, maybe candlelight because the DDs will be thrilled and amazed. He's bringing them flowers. Now that melts my heart.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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Thursday, February 7, 2008
"she wears a rose in her hair,
at the twighlight's dreamy close.
Her face is fair...under the rose"
We're playing hookie from school. Hopefully, all the strep and flu bugs will be gone in time for the dance party this weekend. Until then I'll continue my regime of Lysol, Clorox Wipes, Zpacks, Amoxicillan, tissues, and cough meds...
Hoping you all are faring better this cold & flu season!