Sunday Sundry - Vol. 42

From Pot Roast to Prairie Points
Muggy and warm one day, crisp and cool the next.  Welcome to September in the Upper Midwest.  It feels decidedly fall-like this morning, and a pot roast seemed like the right thing to throw in the crockpot, along with veggies from the farmer's market yesterday.  I scored a rutabaga the size of a softball!

Speaking of things pot and not, I am experimenting with different non-dairy protein options to add to my fruit smoothies.  This led me to purchase a bag of hemp seed.  

It's maybe a little grainier than soy powder, and it doesn't really have much of a detectable flavor, which is a good thing in a smoothie.  Eleven grams of protein per serving, healthy Omega-3s and other nutrients (and zero buzz).  Hemp seed.  Who knew?  And to think we used to throw that part away.

Oh, I just remembered my dream last night!  I was writing jokes for Conan O'Brien in real time, i.e., I was at home on my computer and he was doing the show, and whatever I came up with and typed in showed up on his teleprompter (as if, right?).  He was killing with the laughs!  But then I ran out after about five jokes.  It was kind of like a Top 10 list or something. I know Top 10 is  Letterman but this was Conan...hey, it was a dream, and fortunately I woke up before I got fired.

Anyway, Prairie Points....  I started making a Christmas table runner yesterday using the Funky Peppermint pattern from Sew Take A Hike.  

She has a free tutorial for making these prairie points.  It's very cool!

Unfortunately, I'm a little short on the ends, so I'll have to make a couple to fill in.

These Boots Are Made for Ren-ing?
Norm is at the Ren Faire with some of his friends this morning.  They all went in costume.  I'm not sure what he went as, but he was cobbling something together yesterday that involved leather gauntlets, a chainmail helmet, a black eye patch (?), and these boots from the women's section at Payless in a size 13!  I sure hope someone has a camera.

So a Spider Walks into a Bar...
As I was taking photos in my sewing room this morning, I spied a predator lurking near the surge strip for the iron.  Yes, I know I need to vacuum more often.

Or maybe he was just hanging out at the Spike Bar.  Who named that thing anyway, George Lucas?  Back when spiders were the only thing that protected the web?

It sounds like kind of a fun place, actually.  

The Spike Bar, serving hemp seed smoothies since 1979.