Archive for September 2010


September 22, 2010

Remember back when I was musing on the enjoyable ‘Tues-Dates’ I enjoyed with my laid off from work for six months hubby?  We used that day to drop the kids off school and reconnect with each other?  We would go out to breakfast or lunch, to movies, grocery shop together, etc. etc? 

Boy, I missed those days today.  I could have used a ‘Tues-Date’…..with myself.

Instead, I roused the kiddos and we headed for the local 24 hour super market to do a bit of ‘power shopping’   before school.  Tomorrow is my turn to help with the varsity team dinner and Prince had requested the apple dumpling recipe that has people clamoring for more of.  We set up a plan of action on the way to the store.  Once inside the door we headed off in three directions only to meet 8 minutes later at the apples.  Through the checkout and out the door to the car we went.  Heigh ho!  Heigh ho!

Food in the back and I was congratulating myself to be on the road toward the high school even earlier than we would have been had we left from home.  Halfway there I suddenly remembered that I had left my purse on the kiddie seat of our shopping cart…..back in the parking lot.  Curse…curse….slamming the steering wheel as I was stuck in high school traffic with no opportunity to turn around….curse…curse…..driver’s license….DEBIT CARD…..curse some more.  Calming breath and steeled resolve.

People are good and helpful and generous in my little world, right?  No one would take it, right?

Pulled up to the curb in the high school parking lot and sent the kiddos off with a ‘have a good day’ and “I love you!”. 

They sent me off with a grunt and a nod.

Zippity doo dah…..I raced back to the supermarket….scoured the parking lot for my shopping cart and found it.  It was tucked safely between two pick up trucks and my purse nestled right where I’d left it. 

HUGE sigh of happiness….and relief.

Back on the road I headed toward our local discount shopping store where I needed to purchase a tee shirt and iron on computer paper for the Prince’s school project that he’d PROMISED we wouldn’t be working on the night before it was due.

It’s due tomorrow.  Heh.

The store is in the process of being redesigned and renovated.  NOTHING was in its place.  And I was particularly disappointed that they have reduced their awesome craft section to two measly aisles.  Dang.  But I found the ribbon I needed, the birthday cards and tissue paper, the tee shirt (a $4 value!) and the iron on computer paper.

I was on my way home at 8:20 am. 

I spent the next 3 hours putting together two boxes of surprises that would need to be mailed….along with a birthday card for my sister.  I peeled 6 humongous Granny Smith apples, sectioned them in 8s and rolled each piece in a crescent roll.  This filled two pans for the apple dumplings that have everyone clamoring for more of.  I took a meatloaf out of the freezer for dinner.

At noon I was back in the car and headed toward our local post office – 20 minutes away.  Inside, I purchased packing tape and secured the two boxes, bought postage to mail them as well as a book of regular stamps.  I headed back to the 24 hour super market to meet my varsity soccer team dinner partner to do some more shopping.  She caught me chatting with a former student who is the mother of a former student and then we were off.  Fifty minutes and $90 later we had our taco salad supplies and our garlic bread stick plans in place to feed 24 high school boys after soccer practice tomorrow. 

She assured me that feeding that many boys at once would be a wonderous sight to behold.

With a mere 15 minutes before I would need to pick the kiddos up after school, I decided to check out the neighborhood where the dinner would take place.  Grrr….it was in the very neighborhood of two of our failed house purchasing bids.  I REALLY wanted to live in that neighborhood.

Picked the kiddos up from school and languished in the traffic jam moving in mass to get out of the school parking lot.  Back at home I put the meatloaf in the oven, poured the ‘secret ingredient’ over the apple dumplings and put a pot of macaroni and cheese on the stove.  Checked out the Prince’s school project and fiddled with the computer to set the printer to mirror image printing.  New computer.  New programs. Old frustrations.

Prince left in my car for the high school parking lot to meet the bus for the away soccer games.  I printed his iron ons and then checked the time for the school Open House I needed to attend.  It was 5 o’clock and the Open House was scheduled for 6 pm.  Threw on a dress.  Brushed my teeth.  Turned on the curling iron.  Shook out some pretty smelling lotion.  Curled the ends of my hair. Rushed out the door to the truck….which was taking me to my car at the high school parking lot so I could go to the Open House while HRH and Princess went to see the Prince’s soccer game.  Pondered the empty school parking lot where the Open House was scheduled.  Wierd. 

In my car, I suddenly realized that today was TUESDAY and the Open House was WEDNESDAY.  Called HRH on a cell phone and we met in the elementary school parking lot so that I could ride to the Prince’s game with him.

HUGE sigh. 

Talked non-stop to HRH on the way.  Went over the really weird events in last night’s premiere of ‘The Event’ and everything and all that went down with my day.  And I mean non-stop.  Prince won his game against my alma mater – 4 to 1.  He decided to stay for the varsity game. (Prince is technically a varsity player but usually serves as the goalie for the JV games….which means he can’t play in the varsity games.  He is okay with that because he’d rather play than sit on the bench just watching the totally awesome senior goalie all the time.)

Back at home I slipped OUR little pan of the apple dumplings that everyone clamors for more of into the oven, set up the ironing board and iron for Prince to finish his project with….and oh…what the heck, I ironed it on for him.

‘The Code of Foote’ on one side and 14 ‘rules’ on the other. 

I finally sat down to enjoy a taste of the apple dumplings that everyone clamors for more of and enjoyed a little television.

Prince came home.  Alls well with the world.

So why…at 11:49 pm….am I having trouble getting to sleep?


Quilt Rescue

September 19, 2010

 A few of my friends are quilters.  One dyes her own fabric in the tub of her spare bathroom and creates the most intricately quilted and  beautiful wall hangings.  Another has been the president of her local quilting guild for years.  Still another learned quilting at her mother’s knee who learned it from HER mother and left my friend with a collection of quilts and skills spanning the generations.  She just finished a quilt that is being auctioned off to raise funds for an organization benefiting the prevention of child neglect and abuse.

That’s putting her skills to very good use.

My quilting efforts hardly equal theirs but I am a quilter as well.  I generally make smaller quilts from fabric that has been preprinted with some sort of design.  I worked on one while we were waiting for our son to arrive from Korea.  I quilted around pink, purple and teal printed  handprints and then decorated the nursery to match the quilt.  He also had a small quilt with Biblical scenes and characters on it for nap time at his daycare. 

I quilted another one with a nursery saying about the moon being bright and cookies and milk at night to take to Russia when we picked up our daughter from her orphanage.  Her favorite though was the butterfly quilt I made for her several years later.  She picked out the fabric for that one herself.   She still uses it sometimes….I think.

There have been a few others…one for the first grandchild….several for the babies of friends.  And I even have an heirloom quilt given to me by my grandmother.  It was made by a relative and handed down to HER.  The last time I looked at the information I had, I think I calculated the age of the quilt to being 154 years old????  Something like that.  Pretty cool.

If you like old things. 

Which I do.

And this weekend I have been involved in a ‘quilt rescue.’  For this….

I made this quilt 32 years ago when I came home from college.  Its the very first quilt I ever made.  I’d watched a friend make one of flannel and old jeans as a Christmas gift for a boyfriend.  It looked pretty simple.  At least simpler that the bedspread quilt I’d watched my mother piece together and hand quilt. THAT was an awesome project.

MY quilt consists of squares cut from old denim jeans and squares cut from flannel fabric purchased when K-Mart actually carried bolts of fabric and sewing supplies. The backing is an old sheet and the filling a roll of thin acrylic like fluff.  It was tied at each corner and in the center of each denim  square.  Soft, dense and heavy.  It was my favorite blanket…ever.

Its the blanket that has gone to the beach and been carried in the car for scores of trips and vacations. Its the one I used as a spread on the old steel bed in my bedroom.  It is the one my dog loved to sleep on and the one that covered the floor when my son was learning to crawl.   It is also the one that protected the bedding in our camper when he decided to upchuck the toddler turkey sticks, oreos and cola when the car stopped moving after a long drive to Gatlinburg. 

Its was the blanket of choice when my stepdaughter arrived at our house for the weekend with the flu and just could NOT get warm.  She was sound asleep just 20 minutes of wrapping herself in the ‘jean quilt.’  And she generally claimed it for every visitation weekend after that for months.

It s the blanket my husband fought me for when we cracked the window in our first apartment every single night and would wake up with frost on the end of our noses.

Soft, dense, warm and heavy.

With the passage of time it has gotten even softer….a little less dense…..a little  less heavy…..but no less warm.  And it had been regulated to our camper where the need for warmth was much greater.

When that camper was sold recently, the blankets found their way to our laundry room floor.  And since we are moving  in another month or so, I was planning to get rid of what we didn’t need any more.  I was sorting through things and came to the ‘jean quilt’ on the bottom of the pile.  It was in sad disrepair. I steeled myself and tossed the old quilt……into the washing machine.

And I have spent the entire day rejoining worn edges of denim and flannel, tucking in threads that have seperated with age, removing floss ties that have all but melted away and actually quilting around the inside of the denim squares.

It’s not that perfect…or even good…by any determination.  My quilting friends probably would have advised me to start in the middle and work my way out to a new binding edge or something.  Instead I started with the worst of the squares and just moved here and there.  The underside looks pretty sad but that’s okay.  Its no one’s ‘heirloom’ but mine….and it feels pretty good to be wrapped up in the old quilt again.

Soft and dense and warm and heavy.

Some things just can’t be replaced.


September 18, 2010

As someone who has been a life long nail biter…of the bitten to the quick, raggedy bloody hangnail variety…I am pleased to present you with this image…

…..and I am happy to say that the other set look just as great but I needed them to work the camera phone.

Thank you for your applause.

I have learned over the past two years that when all else in my life is spinning out of control, I tend to grow fingernails.  I think it has something to do with my suspected OCD control issues.  Oh, and repeated coats of Sally Hansen’s Advanced Hard as Nails with nylon and retinol.  Repeatedly repeated coats.

  Sometimes hourly.