7.6.15

MONDAY MANTRA

My "fortune" from a visit to Curry in a Hurry. I intend to follow this as much as I can.

7.1.15

HomeSon is now FartherAwaySon. He has moved to Oregon. I am excited for him. It is a place he loves, and a place I love to visit. An added bonus is that I know many people there and I would NOT have to impose on him to visit. Now, I need to find some people to stay with in Chicago...or get AwaySon-in-Chicago to move to Portland.

6.28.15


One of my favorite blooms from the Rose Test Garden in Portland.

Just an assortment of the more orange toned flowers.

Unbelievable.

Acres of roses. Acres.




















6.27.15

Jet lag is kicking my ass.

6.24.15

The hydrangeas are in full bloom around here. The picture in the previous post is not color enhanced at all. Never have I seen such saturated blue in a natural blossom. I noticed a lot of houses nearby had the deep blue hydrangeas and I suspect it has something to do with the nutrients naturally occurring in the soil of the West Linn area.

I know the ph  can be tinkered with to get hydrangeas to bloom pinker, bluer, or even lavender. Also, there are some plants that naturally tend one direction or another.






Here is another variety. Sort of wispy, but pretty.









And then, these. Lavender!






6.22.15

     Today is a good day to be a good and kind person.





6.18.15

Coffee is a big deal, here in the Portland, Oregon area. A real big deal. People can tell you all about the beans they ground this morning and the contraption they used to make a cup from their favorite plantation's best roast.

I like coffee, too. And I like it JUST HOW I LIKE IT.

It isn't that I have exclusive taste. In fact, my Portland friends think what I like is, well, dreck.
Get your own crappy coffee right here

I buy my beans already ground.
Yup. I might grind them at the store, but I don't want to mess around and grind each cup I want to drink, just before I make it. 

Also, I like my cups of coffee in the morning to be of uniform temperature and consistently so. I like to have a cup, sit on the porch awhile, mess around on the computer, and pour a second or third cup that is every bit the same as the one I just had.

So you can imagine how my brother was perplexed when I searched for a 

He did have other alternatives 
Back row, L to R: Inoxpran espresso, Breville Grindmaster, Nespresso Vertuoline, Pavoni
 Front row, L to R: Ilsa espresso, Bodum French-press (nothing special), Bodum French-press (fancy), single cup drip factory
but nothing would do until I borrowed one from the neighbor that loaned it to me last time. "I think I have one of those," she said, "because the last people that rented the place left it behind." Left it behind?  A great little machine like that?
MR. COFFEE--not available in Oregon














6.17.15



I am in Oregon, again. Portland. I knew I was here when I realized I had seen more dogs and people with pink hair INSIDE THE AIRPORT, than I had the entire time I was in Amsterdam.






I also saw this.

Yes. 

A lady with a stick between her legs with a baby shoe glued on the end of it. 

Dunno why, but why, not?

6.16.15

Mary Englebreit for Quilting Treasures.
Of COURSE I did.
Tea Time Tuesday
Fabric...
Should I or shouldn't I?
It is called TEA TIME.
Of COURSE, I had to buy it. Also, Mary Englebreit.











Yes. Got a half yard of this, too.









6.15.15

MONDAY MANTRA


Look for beauty and carry the recognition of it with you all day.

6.9.15

TEA TIME TUESDAY
I think I showed this pattern, Garden Tea Party by Bear Creek, once before. I have begun collecting fabrics to use to make something vaguely like it. I will use the idea as a jumping off point to do my own thing, somewhat.

I like the teapots but I have a different idea for the tea cups and the flowers. 




Who knew I liked pink? I am surprised.

6.8.15

MONDAY MANTRA
Make a list, complete some tasks, cross things off, be glad for flowers planted the year before.

6.6.15

Sally, I am back. Pineapple pictures to follow this week. 




5.31.15

Not much of a coup. Although no ice cream came home with me, I bought and ate potato chips. 

It was a rough couple of days, but I heard unexpectedly from friends here and there who must have sensed I needed a little virtual hug. 

Those in my acquaintance who have experienced loss up close and personal have told me to expect this. 

Expect what is unexpected. 

Expect that you can bump along, breathing, doing, being, and then WHAM. Sorrow gets right up and kicks you in the center of the back like a Ninja in spiked cleats. You never really see it coming; it takes your breath away. The wounds are so deep you think you may not be able to stand up again, but you can. There are plenty of people around to grab you by the hand and pull you to your feet. Your job is to put one foot in front of the other and stay on the path.

I think I will go for a walk...


5.28.15

        
         Well, mostly.













5.27.15

I have been COUNTING COUP at the grocery store.  Counting coup is is a way the Plains Indians gained prestige. "...prestigious acts included touching an enemy warrior with the hand, bow, or with a coup stick then escaping unharmed..."

Let me explain how I am counting coup.

I try to eat as healthily as the next person, but I have a lot of food weaknesses. If I can resist the one or two crappy food cravings of the day, I can resist them all. At least, for THAT particular trip to the grocery store.

Most of you know what I mean.

Also, if it doesn't go in the cart, it can't go in the car, and if it isn't in the car, it can't be unloaded into the house.

So here is my self-imposed test of strength, will, and determination.

I decided to touch and leave behind whatever might trigger my loss of self-control. I am documenting it with my cell phone.

Here are my first two.

I did not actually touch the cruellers, just the tray. But the aroma when I opened the serving case was heady and beckoning. And I said no, thank you.






5.26.15

TEA TIME TUESDAY
My grocery store has a Starbucks inside it. Some of you may not think that is very unusual, but I live in a place where the opening of a Chik-fil-a was front page news on more than one occasion, and one of the very few NON-buffet restaurants is named Fatz.

Maybe you remember that I do NOT care for Starbucks coffee. 

I don't. 

Unfortunately, I found out I DO like their milkshakes. You know, the stuff they make that doesn't have any of their muddy, ground-sweepings flavored coffee in it. Frappuccinos.

Then I tried a Chai Iced Latte, and I was hooked. The problem is, it disappears too fast. But today, I have Tazo's Chai concentrate, which I am going to try for the first time. We will see. Tea Time is going to be interesting.





5.24.15

Lavender in my garden. 

I will always associate lavender with a particular family member. 

I know Rosemary is for Remembrance, which is my OregonBrother's favorite, but these I planted to remember his wife.


5.15.15

I spent yesterday with a close friend. HMHMC went with me on my first date with my husband. The three of us went for drinks after work. She has a long history of making me feel brave enough. She has a no-nonsense approach to adversity and in the past few years it has REALLY been exercised. I am proud of her and grateful to her. 

Today, I will spend some time knitting on a shawl that starts from the ruffle up. It takes a little over an hour to knit one row. I forgot these things when I chose this project:
1. I hate lace weight yarn
2. I hate long, boring rows of all knitting and/all purling
3. I hate lace weight yarn

I will knit two more rows on it, and then switch to working on some chunky weight FOOT OVENS (a Yarnharlot recipe) and maybe some worsted socks with left over Iris Cascade 220 Superwash.

Don't worry, quilting friends. I finished my danged octopus applique'.  I don't like octopus armpits. I don't like teeny, reverse applique' bubbles. I don't like loose-weave fabric and dull scissors combined for applique'. But I finished it.

5.12.15

Yesterday was a regular day. Visit to the recycling station, exchange of books at the library, stop at the grocery store for more things in packages that will end up at the recycling station.

 Great sandwich for lunch, though. Fresh tomato, avocado, and hard-boiled egg on homemade whole wheat bread. It was delicious. 
I was never a fan of tomatoes but I find I am craving them. My Florida-sister-in-law and my Florida-brother have forever spoiled me for fresh avocado.They sent me a huge box of the smooth-skinned kind a while back--grown on their Florida estate.

 I can't wait to be the recipient of fruit from their New York compound.

Sounds grand, doesn't it? My Florida-brother can make anything grow anywhere and when he has spare time and a few inches of black dirt, stand back.





5.9.15

I am still here. 

I am still knitting. 










I am also wandering around in the garden, some. 


Also, applique is stepping up to take my hand.












4.28.15

This is for my Quilty Friend








Love, 

Me

4.27.15

Enjoying knitting socks.

4.26.15

Eating like my young, hippie self.
Of course, I didn't have the money for the good stuff, just the old brown ones with the pebbles in them from the food co-op, back in the day.

4.25.15

On my needles:
Laule's by cabinfour

Laule'a socks. I love the lavender color. These are my first purple socks, I think. Top down is not my usual method, but it is nice to get back to basics again.
 I am calling mine Garter Cowl . The pattern is Montague Street Cowl, by Nina Machlin Dayton Designs
I didn't think I would like garter stitch, but I had the urge to make something for a Knit-Along. I had some Lichen yarn to repurpose, so I looked for a lighter neutral to pair with it. I learned mitred squares and the cleverness of the construction meant only 4 ends to weave in. I bought buttons while on the Rose City Yarn Crawl. Favour Valley Woodworking. I don't know if you can tell, but these are mulberry wood. I must have stood in front of the display for 20 minutes trying to decide. Maybe today I will put those buttons on and call the project finished.

4.24.15

Several mornings this week temperatures have begun in the very low 40s, then warmed up to my favorite Pretty-Much-Need-a-Light-Jacket-Temperature. ALMOST warm enough to sit on the porch for an hour or so. This weather has been beautiful and the bunnies love it. I bought some repellent to remind them not to dine on my day lilies. 

There are wild blackberry bushes right across the road, and when I open the door to go into the yard, they either dive for under the porch, or head to the briar patch. Yesterday, we had a pair of Blue Tick Hounds scenting around for hours. Then, they headed to Quilty Friend's yard, where she reports they took a nap on her lawn after trying to sit in her porch swing beside her! They were as cute as can be. It made me want to have a couple, myself. 
How I imagine myself with a Blue Tick, sitting on the porch.
Neighborhood is probably better off if it is jacket weather, however.

I DO want a big dog, maybe, but I know scent hounds have their own scent that is not pleasant indoors. What kind of dog should I get? 





I have a few years to consider it. Lily dog turned 10, yesterday, and she is still frisky as a puppy. However, she was NOT happy to have other dogs in her yard.

4.23.15

Knitting today. I will go to Strings and Stitches and work on this cute little cap.
Since I am knitting at the store, the polite thing is to work with yarn purchased there. Last time I went, I bought some Cascade 220 


for Perennial, by Alana Dakos, and cast on. It is going to be a fun knit, but I have to keep myself from knitting on it at home so I don't use it up before I want to go back to the store. It is nice to sit and be still in the company of other ladies.

Don't think I am devoting the entire day to leisure. I will begin my trip with a visit to the dump and end it with a trip to the grocery store. Sometimes I think I should just go from grocery store directly to the dump and just unload the groceries right there. 

Actually, it is the packaging that is taking me back to the dump on a regular basis. I have too much wild life to consider composting my organic refuse, so that takes up a little space.
By and large, though, packaging is the bulk of my carload. That and junk mail. Every time I go, I have enough junk mail to fill two boxes that hold 10 reams of paper each.