I’ve got apple cranberry bread baking. With my kitchen in the center of the house and no dividing walls, my house smells wonderful. And it will linger for hours. I love it.
Archive for December, 2012
The Joy of Baking
December 29, 2012I Didn’t Want to Do It
December 28, 2012I had no choice. I didn’t know how long I would have to stay. It had been snowing for hours. I knew I wouldn’t be going home that day. Luckily, my daughter came to the rescue. She’ll drive anywhere. She had errands to run and was going to Westminster anyway. She helped me take my machine to Jomax for its overhaul. We went shopping and finished at the supermarket. I bought some chops to cook for supper.
Oh. Yeah. The thing I had to do? I bought yarn at Micheals. I NEVER buy yarn at Micheals. This one only had Lion Brand and Red Heart. Arg. I did manage to find something of interest that I could use with the needles I brought with me. I was saved. I could make it here one more day. You see. I had just about finished the project I came with. I had to have something to do for one more day. You understand, don’t you?
Going to Micheals had one pleasant note. I meant two very ladies who were just starting to knit and we chatted for a bit.
And the worse thing happened. I didn’t even need the d**n yarn!
Ready As I Ever Will Be
December 22, 2012Decorating my tree is always an adventure. I never found the star for the top and I still don’t know where my Minnie Mouse tree topper is. Oh, well. It’s full of brightly colored little lights and looks great from the bridge over our creek. Up close, it’s filled with a lifetime of little memories. When I decorate, I always have Bing or Luciano sing to me. I sing along. I laugh. I cry. Now. I am ready for Christmas.
Remembering Rick
December 19, 2012I was finishing the placemats when Rick came to mind. He was a knitter who came to our little group whenever he could. He had lost his job due to the economy and didn’t have much, but he was always a pleasure to have around. One Sunday he brought in a little goodie bag to share with us. A neighbor had given him his deceased wife’s knitting things. I wasn’t going to bother, but it was passed around and wound up in my lap. I took a cursory look and saw a small stiletto. I have one, but this was short and it looked like it had a nice grip. Now, I use it every time I quilt. It’s perfect for me. I love it.
Thanks, Rick. You’re the best!