Today I'm eating applesauce straight from the jar with a long-handled spoon. Mmm. So tasty. It's my last jar--it's a good thing we're going apple picking soon. Life without homemade applesauce is just not quite right.
Why do they call it canning when everything is put into jars? Perhaps because jarring was already taken.
Another bite. Mmm. I knew adding a few dashes of nutmeg was a good idea.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
the day of birth...once again
Well, it's my birthday. That requires a post, right? I must say, I don't have anything super interesting to writeat the moment. But looking back, I noticed the massive "I'm getting older" post I did last year.
Well, I don't feel like doing that again. Partially because I haven't had any coffee yet today and I'm also fighting a cold, so I'm not very lively this morning.
But also because I just don't feel that way. At least not especially today. Some days I feel old and set in my ways and world-weary. Some days I feel ridiculously young and immature. Some days I feel like I could do anything. Some days seem an exercise in futility. Some days I'm traveling a million miles an hour, and some days I'm spinning my wheels.
In other words, it's just life. 27 or 28, doesn't matter. So, today I look forward to a little special treatment--some goodies, a song, perhaps a present or two. But I no longer expect birthdays to be days of magic--the way they used to seem when I was a kid. Like you'd wake up on your birthday and things would have changed. Somehow, someway, the page of the book would have turned--all because of the date on the calendar.
I kind of miss that feeling.
But this morning, as I was driving in to work, the sunrise was absolutely beautiful. Logically, I know it wasn't because it's the date of my birth. It was an awesome sunrise on Monday, too, I think. But the little whimsical part of my brain couldn't help but broadcast that God had just wished me a happy birthday, too. Like some kind of magic.
Well, I don't feel like doing that again. Partially because I haven't had any coffee yet today and I'm also fighting a cold, so I'm not very lively this morning.
But also because I just don't feel that way. At least not especially today. Some days I feel old and set in my ways and world-weary. Some days I feel ridiculously young and immature. Some days I feel like I could do anything. Some days seem an exercise in futility. Some days I'm traveling a million miles an hour, and some days I'm spinning my wheels.
In other words, it's just life. 27 or 28, doesn't matter. So, today I look forward to a little special treatment--some goodies, a song, perhaps a present or two. But I no longer expect birthdays to be days of magic--the way they used to seem when I was a kid. Like you'd wake up on your birthday and things would have changed. Somehow, someway, the page of the book would have turned--all because of the date on the calendar.
I kind of miss that feeling.
But this morning, as I was driving in to work, the sunrise was absolutely beautiful. Logically, I know it wasn't because it's the date of my birth. It was an awesome sunrise on Monday, too, I think. But the little whimsical part of my brain couldn't help but broadcast that God had just wished me a happy birthday, too. Like some kind of magic.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
dots! and a not-so-orange kitchen
Well, no one's perfect, right? Not even me. Ha ha. The orange color I chose for the kitchen wasn't quite...right. Solution? Tone it down by painting the one large wall the same color as the adjoining hallway. It works--without me needing to donate even more cash to the paint store. Add some fantastic curtains (hopefully soon) and I think we'll be in business. Oh...and cupboard doors. My dad has a little spraying booth set up in my garage, so hopefully I'll get them back up soon.
In other, more exciting news, check out this awesome fabric I picked up to slipcover my boring cream-colored chair. It's so purdy!
Well, I just realized I didn't take any pics of my freshly-painted sewing room. Pity. It's downright delicious--my best room yet! Instead, here's my favorite closet...
Don't know if I'll be able to keep it this way, but right now...shoe heaven.
Monday, August 17, 2009
surprise!
What we found in my bedroom when we removed the outlets covers and prepped for painting. Zow! I think that's the best wallpaper yet.
And here's a quick shot of the room after painting...
It doesn't quite look like much yet, but we're getting there. (Don't worry, the too long curtains are only temporary, until I get my sewing room running again.)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
finally
Well. I'm on Facebook.
And the peasants rejoice.
It's funny, because I resisted it for so long. At first I didn't join because it sounded silly. And then I didn't join because lots of people kept bugging me about it. I don't respond well to peer pressure. And then I didn't join because I knew it would be one more thing that would tempt me to waste time.
And then today, for some reason, I popped online and joined. Bing. No big deal, no internal argument. I just said "Hey, facebook! Sure, why not?" And the deed was, as they say, done.
So come, and be friends with me. But not real friends. Just facebook friends.
I think I might be a crappy facebook friend. Just to warn you. You're still much better off actually calling, emailing, or--gasp!--actually seeing me. If your digitally social self can handle it. If not...well, you can wait hopefully for me to write on your wall. Who knows? It could happen.
And the peasants rejoice.
It's funny, because I resisted it for so long. At first I didn't join because it sounded silly. And then I didn't join because lots of people kept bugging me about it. I don't respond well to peer pressure. And then I didn't join because I knew it would be one more thing that would tempt me to waste time.
And then today, for some reason, I popped online and joined. Bing. No big deal, no internal argument. I just said "Hey, facebook! Sure, why not?" And the deed was, as they say, done.
So come, and be friends with me. But not real friends. Just facebook friends.
I think I might be a crappy facebook friend. Just to warn you. You're still much better off actually calling, emailing, or--gasp!--actually seeing me. If your digitally social self can handle it. If not...well, you can wait hopefully for me to write on your wall. Who knows? It could happen.
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