Archive for March, 2015

Is It Spring Yet?

March 25, 2015

I wasn’t certain after the snow on the first day.  It’s been chilly since then.  It’s supposed to be warm tomorrow, but with thunderstorms. What good is that?  I need to be warm.  I’m tired of being cold.

Our geese seem to know it’s Spring.  They’ve been getting their nest ready on our little isle.  She laid her eggs a few days ago.  I like to watch her plucking her down for the nest.  I hope I’ll be home when they hatch.

I’ve been trying to decide what to sew.  I recently bought a dress and slip pattern and a skirt pattern.  I’m not one for dresses and skirts, but I really liked these patterns.  I never find anything in the big name stores anymore.  They are all so boring.  I love going to little shops, in real life and the internet.  They offer so much more than I ever imagined.

fabric patterns 002


Making Fun Stuff

March 18, 2015

me make fun 002  I need  to make four of these and some fish placemats, but I have at least a year to do it.

me make fun 003  Felt mules.  Great for cold feet.

me make fun 008  A door hanger for St. Patrick’s day and I’m not even Irish.

snow tuna 003 Tuna casserole.   Is there a better winter meal?

This is what I do when I can’t decide what to make.  I have since started a sweater using fingering weight yarn and size four needles.  I can’t seem to take a picture yet that looks like anything.  Maybe it will look better when I finish another section.

I’m Still A Little Teary

March 7, 2015

Last week, between the snows and ices, I went to Reisterstown.  My son had invited me to an interactive murder mystery dinner theatre.  It took place in a beautiful old building on Charles Street called the Grand Historic Venue in downtown Baltimore.  It was originally built by the freemasons as the Grand Lodge in 1866.  There was marble everywhere and even a very nice doorman, complete with top hat.  The theatre was in a ballroom on the fifth floor.   There were high arches over leaded glass windows and lovely chandeliers.  The meal was pretty good.  I have no complaints.  It wasn’t too much or too little or exotic.  By the time dessert came out, I was full.  I only ate half of it.  With my six and a half foot tall son sitting next to me, it didn’t go uneaten.  The murder mystery was a lot of fun.  I had never been to anything like that before and I really enjoyed myself.  I have a very nice son.  He still continues to surprise me.

The next day, we had freezing rain and ice with a thin layer of snow on top.  Needless to  say, I wasn’t going anywhere.  I helped my son turn a long-sleeved shirt into short sleeves.  You can’t just cut off the ends and turn up a hem.  You have play with the under-arm seam so that the hem is without puckers.  It can be fiddly.  I talked him through the first one and he fixed the second with me just watching.

I headed home two days later, but not without stopping to visit my old friend, Joyce.  It had been at least forty-five years since we had seen each other.  Before then, I felt that I had known her all my life.  But, you know, life gets in the way and we lost tract of each other.  A month ago,  she sent me an e-mail.  Man.  Was I surprised!   After hugs and tears, we sat at the dining table with coffee and cake and talked and talked.  I remember thinking that since the freezing rain wasn’t going to start until 3PM, I could stay until then.  It didn’t happen.  Around 1PM we heard the ice pellets hitting the window.  I really didn’t want to leave, but, what could I do?  After more hugs and tears I left.  I was sad, but happy. I felt that there would be many more happy hours together.