Monday, December 31, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I would also show you my corner cupboard (that I bought at a garage sale for $25 and have yet to refinish it) with a few special Christmas things. The tea set is from a very dear friend, and the little angle is something my cousin made me years ago. The Christmas card was my uncle's as a baby, so it's probably about 80 years old.
This is my simple-Simon centerpiece which has yet to make it to the center of my dining room table, because it will be my workbench until minutes before Christmas dinner!And, finally, a shot of one of my favorite ornaments. This was made by Joe when he was in preschool. There's a story behind why it is so special to me, but for now suffice it to say that it is one of those little things that tugs at a mom's heart. And this year, I can hardly look at it without getting teary. My firstborn is now a tall, lanky young man who will be graduating high school at the end of the week and heads off to college one month from today! Tomorrow, it's back to some more baking. I have wrapping to do and a menu to plan for Christmas Day (it's all in my head, but need to get it down on paper). Six more days, so I better get busy. So glad you popped in!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
This year I chose a project that I had a feeling might be a challenge, since I saw the picture in a magazine at least two years ago and would have to go from memory. I gathered up the supplies I had on hand, bought two wreath forms from Hobby Lobby and formulated the steps in my head. It all went south when I got up this morning and couldn't find either one of my glue guns. I called Kathy. "You have a glue gun, don't you?" Her response, "Bwah hahahhahahaha," told me no, she does not. Now you know what I'm up against. Crafting with a person who is so uncrafty she doesn't even own a gluegun.
In the midst of dealing with a teenager who was experiencing great angst this morning, I never could locate the glue guns, so I opted for Plan B, which was to do an entirely different craft. A couple of months ago I bought some of those little felt sequin kits that are so beautiful when finished and that Barb has perfected to an artform. My kits have little stockings that hold the silverware on your holiday table. Doesn't that sound nice? I imagine my table set for our traditional Christmas breakfast of cinnamon roles, fresh grapefruit and scrambled egg casserole. These little silverware holders would make it all so very festive.
Kits in hand, I was late rushing down to Kathy's house, but too early to pick up our salad lunches because McD's doesn't serve salad until 10:30. Did you know that? I rushed through Starbuck's drivethrough for a coffee . . . A coffee. And showed up at Kathy's door to be greeted with the sound of someone tearing out tile in a bathroom upstairs, and another preparing to tile the kitchen. The living room was completely empty of furniture as she was waiting for an entire new set to be delivered.
There was no Christmas music.
I was greeted with, "Where's the lunch you were supposed to pick up, and since you only have one coffee, I assume it's mine."
It all went down hill from there. My un-crafty friend not only doesn't own a glue gun, she also doesn't sew. But that's okay. She envies me because I have a glue gun and I envy her because she has a house that has a fireplace in her bedroom. After 37 years of friendship, we understand one another.
Eventually we set ourselves up at the dining room table, snacking on leftover peppermint sticks that were in her "craft bag" from last year's project. We didn't have to worry about the work people eavesdropping on our conversation because they couldn't hear us over tearing out the tile. And inspite of having to stop when the furniture was delivered, and then spending the next hour re-arranging the room a half dozen times -- which, by the way, involved moving her FULLY DECORATED 8-foot Christmas tree back and forth across the room at least six times -- I managed to get one sequined little sock done. Kathy got one cut out, and has 4 sequins sewn on it. But her living room looks great.
When it was time to go, I packed up both batches of our crafts. I apologized again for not bringing lunch. She said it was okay. I told her maybe we can meet monthly and by next year have all of our little sequined socks finished for Christmas 2008. She thought that was a good idea.
I have an idea for my next craft pick. You take candy canes. And brown pipe cleaners for antlers and little beady eyes. . . and a red pom-pom for the nose. . . and some Elmer's glue . . .
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Now, when I think of Immaculee, I don't think of her as the "woman who survivied a genocide", but as a woman of immense faith and prayer. She is a powerful example of someone who sees the "gift" of everday.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
This is what I came up with -- for our class and the class next door because, well, I guess they have really smart parents who know better than to volunteer because no one would step forward to do a basket for that class.
I got lots of stuff donated and some money to buy extra stuff, and I put my little 99 cent glue gun to work, learned how to use that shrink wrap plastic stuff to hold it all together, and this is what came out of it (before I wrapped it all up with the shrink wrap).
"Life's More Bear-able with Chocolate" -- packed with an adorable chocolate-colored bear named "Snickers", a cuddly cocoa-colored chenille throw, a chocolate fondue set, three cookbooks on chocolate, the DVD "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", cocoa mugs, a gift certificate to Godiva, chocolate syrup, chocolate cake mix, chocolate coffee, and enough chocolate bars to throw you into a diabetic coma. I have to admit, it was fun shopping for most of the stuff. And really tough to ignore the chocolate calling my name as it sat on my dining room table all week long. But now it's done! It felt so good to get that thing out of my house and over to the school.