Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
This blogging is a strange phenomina. Wonder where it will be an 10 years?
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Here's one or two:
Here's the apron I talked about in a previous post. I love the fabric but my pattern drafting skills need honing:
Last but not least, fabulous challah french toast casserole. Yum. I could eat this all day. In fact I usually do eat it all day when I make it. It's delicious with syrup and butter, just like the French toast you fix in a frying pan. You can put the butter you saved not frying it on top and then smother with syrup or preserves. About the most wonderful breakfast-comfort food I can think of.
This morning our director provided breakfast for the admin staff and a few other scraggly folks (like me) who don't fit in anywhere else. The spread included bagels, muffins, pastry, donuts, fruit. I managed to limit myself to a bagel and one of those entirely empty caloried small white sugar donuts. Oh how I lurve donuts and coffee. I drank three cups and under the influence of mammoth quantities of caffeine, regaled the group with stories of my depraved relatives who reside in Miami, need I say more?
Oh: I did go to the gym yesterday (40 minutes on the treadmill/bike, weights) and tonight (40 minutes on the treadmill, a few weights).
I don't know anyone who works harder at her art than Debra, or anyone who is more creative.
Not only that, she is the most amazingly generous and thoughtful person I've ever known.
Debra leads the way and inspires the rest of us to contribute to causes such as Quilts of Valor for injured servicemen, quilts for a local homeless women's shelter, Homeless Teen Quilts, quilts for the Teen Pregnancy Program at a local high school (you can click the link on the sidebar to see the posts).
I wanted to nominate her for this blog award for her leadership and inspiration to others, as well as her generosity with her time and resouces. When she's done with one service project, she goes looking for another one.
And on top of all that, she's incredibly optimistic, forward thinking, and supportive of other quilters' efforts at not just quilting but.. blogging.
(Debra might be my last and only blog reader. I hope to meet her in person at the Houston Quilt Festival one of these days and thank her for sticking with me.)
Thanks, Debra, for helping to bring out the best in us quilters!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wonder who will win this battle.
DH and I are up early and trekking over to ST. Joseph's to get our
Stressful times at work what with yet more budget cuts and we are barely covering bases as it is. Will have to get very creative this year.
Sometime this week I will post pictures of a couple of doll quilt tops I whipped together on Sunday, about an hour before we left to hear the Irish Tenors at the Cobb Energy Pavilion. What a wonderful, low-key evening, and what a generous gift from my brother and his wife. They treated me and the two girls, plus four other friends to an evening of soothing, nostalgic Irish and Christmas music. This trio's voices are fabulous. I must be getting old, to find such stuff entertaining. Well, there's a lot to be said for it.
I will post pictures (calm down, legions of readers) - I thin it's hilarious that i have an entire day to quilt and find inspiration in the last free hour I have in the day.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Tomorrow night my brother is treating us to an evening at the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre to hear the Irish Tenors, in concert with the Cobb Symphony Orchestra. I've never been there so I'm looking forward to a nice evening of good music.
Chag Samaech, ya'll.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
My little quilt for the fall-inspired challenge is ready for quilting:
This fabric has been hiding in my stash for a long time. I think it would make a terrific apron - just screams for red ric-rac don't you think?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
They are made of felt with a wire armature. There is a tiny bandana in the boatman's pocket; the fingers on the hands are defined. The faces are embroidered.
As you can see, they are pretty dirty. If you have any ideas on how to clean them, I'd love to hear them. Not sure if the felt is wool or synthetic. J. doesn't know.
Friday, November 27, 2009
We's been attending for about six weeks. Our name is a dead giveaway that something is going on - it's not one that you would typically associate as being Jewish. But neither are Gordon, Stewart, Smith, Grant - any number of "typical goyim" surnames -- and I know "real" Jews with those names. But the question was never raised (for all they knew, I was married to a non-Jew but a "real" Jew myself). My daughter, however, was questioned about 2 weeks ago and of course, she was honest about our conversion. I guess that's what initiated this expulsion.
Talk about wandering in the desert.
I liken it to how some people might freak out upon discovering someone they've liked for a long time is gay. When they didn't know, it didn't matter.
It's not the first time a door has been slammed in my face and probably won't be the last. I respect their beliefs, and if this is the way it is, so be it. It's kind of hurtful that we sat there for all this time believing we were welcome, only to be politely shown the door.
It's been hard in recent years for us to find a congregation we felt comfortable in for many reasons. So I guess it's back to wandering until we get to the Promised Land!
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving - we did! Too much food, including banana pudding and faux Tiramisu!