Sunday Sundry - Vol. 17

It's beginning to look a little like Christmas...

And that's mostly because we got our first appreciable snowfall last night, not because I've hauled out the holly.

I have brought out a few Christmas things, but mainly this week, I've continued to sort through my mother's sewing and crafting stuff in an effort to declutter my sewing room.  Decide what to keep and what to donate.  I thought her vintage crochet hooks would make a fun display.

Found this old potholder, which needed a soak in Oxi-Clean, along with a couple of cross stitch pieces that were stashed in a sewing caddy.  Mom did the cross stitch, as evidenced by her initials (and the cigarette burn, oops).

During...

 After

I had to weed through the thread stash piled around my machine before I could sew anything today.  I'll be able to use most of these.

These, on the other hand, are just for fun. 

Dolly couldn't wait to wear my vintage holiday apron, a garage sale find.  I really need to talk to her about proper undergarments, though.  She can be kind of a dummy sometimes.

My rotary cutters and scissors look festively organized.  Okay, I confess; they live in this crock year round.

Not Part of the Plan 

Eventually, I cleared the space so I could start quilting my friend's baby quilt for her.  

Things were going along smoothly until I felt the machine thud over a thick spot.  That can't be good...

This is what I saw when I looked underneath.  I'm pretty sure my Supreme Slider was not part of the design plan for this quilt.  Nothing a little seam ripper and tape couldn't fix though.  Not long after that, however, I ran out of thread, so the rest of the quilting will have to wait until I get to the store.

Ooh-wee!

My sister stopped by Saturday afternoon to show me what she'd just picked up from her antique dealer friend.

Two words:  Flippin' awesome!  It's a Frankoma pottery tea set.  I don't know how old it is, but it's in a beautiful glaze called Prairie Green, I believe.  We christened it by brewing some tea right then and there.

Sunday Funnies

From this week's newspaper:

 

And anyone caught using said toilet 

will be cited for the same.

Gangster or non-gangster, if it's parked 

in front of the fire hydrant, 

you know it has to go.

What is a "non-gangster" type vehicle anyway?  Does my Toyota qualify?  I don't think the police really have a clue, judging by the quotation marks.  Maybe the informant was thinking back to 2008, when we did have some gangster type vehicles in town for the filming of Public Enemy.  Mm-hmm, that's right.  Johnny Depp was here, y'all.

And I had to work that day.

Thanks for visiting!  Have a great week, and watch out for those pine needles!

Sunday Sundry - Vol. 15

Progress has been made on Christmas sewing this week.  Eleven gathered clutches down, ?? to go.  

I like them all, but I must admit I have a favorite...or three.

The insides are cute too, but kind of hard to photograph.  You'll have to take my word for it.

I've got fabric pulled for five or six more, but I'm getting antsy to sew something else.  Something that hopefully won't bite.

Deja Vu, All Over Again
I sewed through the end of my middle finger Friday night (see previous post).  On Saturday morning, I did the same dumb thing!  I wish I were making this up.  My fingers wouldn't be hurting as I type. 

The weird thing is (as if that weren't enough), I happened to look up at the clock after I did it the second time, and the time read the same as it had when I sewed over the other finger the night before, 10:40.  I initially thought the clock had stopped, but when I looked over at the other clock, it was the same.

Cue the Twilight Zone music.

I dabbed the blood and kept on sewing, this time wearing protection (leather thimble).  Thankfully, there were no further incidents.  I am not in the habit of getting nabbed by my sewing machine.  It's my own fault for keeping the zipper foot on to do a straight seam and trying to finesse it over the tricky spots.

Egg-zilla!
I've been buying eggs from a woman I work with who started raising chickens this year.  I opened a new carton this week and spied this monster:

That's a store-bought large egg on the left for comparison, and a normal sized farm egg on the right.  Just looking at Egg-zilla gives me a sympathetic twinge for the hen who laid it.  You know that had to cluckin' hurt!

Other than a double yolk, there was nothing wrong with it.  It made a tasty omelet!

Shaving All My Love 4U
Some men look better clean shaven.  Brett Favre, for one.  Other guys look better with some facial hair, and Norm is in this latter group.  Today he decided to shave his goatee—as in right down the middle.  I am always startled when he does something like that (who are you and what have you done with my husband?), and it takes me a while to adjust.  Frankly, though, I don't know that this look is something I'm keen on getting used to.

Paul Teutul, Sr. of Orange County Choppers

Gorman Thomas-1970s Milwaukee Brewers Baseball

James Morrison is a guy who sounds smooth, any way you shave him.  I love the throwback groove of this song.   



Thanks for visiting, and if I don't post again before Thursday, have a Happy Thanksgiving!