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Crochet Soiree
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Hey hookers (and I mean that in the most loving way), check out this website. I don't know if it's new or not but I just heard about it this morning....
Rabu, 29 Juli 2009
Selasa, 28 Juli 2009
Girls: 1 / Boys: 4
That would be the ratio of estrogen to testosterone in my household. The boys are totally in the lead. Even if you count the 2 female calico cats, I'm outnumbered. It'd be useless anyhow cause they are only on my team when I'm the one opening the can of kitty chow.
Anyways. Thought I'd share this with those of you raising daughters...if you are finding yourself bewildered at the amount of flip flops, toe rings, or bottles of nail polish that they 'must have', or if you have ever entertained the idea that boys are less expensive, check out what boys prefer on (under) their feet:
Anyways. Thought I'd share this with those of you raising daughters...if you are finding yourself bewildered at the amount of flip flops, toe rings, or bottles of nail polish that they 'must have', or if you have ever entertained the idea that boys are less expensive, check out what boys prefer on (under) their feet:
Beast skateboards, yo. (OMG, who was that?)
These colorful slats of wood all belong to just one of my boys.
AJ....my sweet little Apple Jack. (He's almost 15, so cross your heart promise not to tell him I called him that, k?)
To you and I they appear to be abused and worn out skateboards. To him, those scuff marks reveal his passion. Including, maybe even especially, the one without trucks & wheels. Not just any will do, you know. (Perhaps its similar to preferring hand dyed merino wool to RHSS? Just trying to relate here...)
A couple are cheap, a couple are expensive, all get equal time. And he's getting another one next week. I'm not sure if he is working his way up to a board for each day of the week, trying to match outfits (the skater wardrobe is a conversation for another time) - but as long as he is happy and engaged in something healthy, then who am I (buyer of yarn for no reason) to argue?
Senin, 27 Juli 2009
Read The Book, Watched The Movie, Wore the T-Shirt
I have read bunches of books that, eventually, and sometimes suprisingly, became movies. Like WAY before there was ever news of a movie deal. Probably I am a genius and should be otherwise employed as a book-come-movie decider. If there is such a thing.
The first time it happened was with Flowers In The Attic. Where I come from, you can't actually complete the puberty process without a VC Andrews book or two. Or all of them in print at the time if you were me. I suspect you are saying to yourself "uh, why?" cause they are all very much the same and only the names change. I'll tell you - the truth of the matter is I was a very sheltered child. My parents wouldn't even let me read about those perfect blonde twins in the Sweet Valley High series. Something about being too focused on boyfriends and high school cliques. It didn't matter much, I wasn't all that interested anyways. But I WAS interested when a friend tossed a ratty Flowers paperback my way. In my young mind the book was so "grown up" and the fact that it would be considered very taboo by my parents made it all the better - I coveted them and kept them out of plain sight at home (and talked my great grandmother into buying me the rest of the series and, over time, several others). I devoured them, loved them (still do, likely always will), felt a part of them, couldn't get enough of them. I truly believed they were giving me secret adult knowledge that my parents were hiding from me. What can I say? I was pubescent. Everything was dramatic and everyone had a motive. Years later the first one became a movie. Harsh disappointment. Why can't a director just follow a dang book?
Now I know this was not the first time in history that a book became a lame movie, but it was my first experience.
The next time it happened was with The Firm, a John Grisham book. I read it and a little while later? Movie. With a different ending. Naturally.
Over the years there has been The Nanny Diaries, The Devil Wears Prada - which I cracked up at and tried to get friends to read but no one was interested for a couple years until, hmm, imagine that, it was on the silver screen.
What else? Confessions of A Shopaholic (we went over that last week) and The Bridges of Madison County. The Time Travelers Wife. Tuck Everlasting. Bridge To Terabithia (altho I think there was a movie on that before & after I read that one). Oh, and there was Where The Heart Is and Memoirs of A Geisha and well, crud. Let's see. (Knocking on head...) Got it! The Ya-Ya Siterhood. I tell you no lies here. I read it several years before Sandra Bullock landed the role, or before there was even a role for Sandra Bullock to land.
What else...what else...figures! Now that I am trying to convince you all of how obviously gifted I am at choosing books to become movies I am at a loss for titles. I could run up the stairs and take a peek at my book shelf. But. That would require, you know, going. up. the. stairs. All of them. And then back down again, which is easier, but not entirely effortless.
Oh well, I am pretty sure you get the idea without me boring you with the details or wearing myself out climbing steps. (I just know that when I go to bed tonight about 12 more titles will come to mind! Ain't that always the way?)
There were also some borderline books - where I'm not sure if there were deals going on behind the scenes or not when I read them because it wasn't being publicly talked about but they were too close to call. To name two: Tuesdays With Maury and The Memory Keepers Daughter. I read them because they sounded good...and because everytime I went to Target they called to me. How did they know my name? I swear I tried to ignore them and to shop only for much needed shampoo and toothpaste. But darn those Target team members for putting the books right there across the aisle from the necessities. Once I picked one up and thumbed thru it, it was all over. It became a necessity. You know how that goes. Don't you? If so, maybe you could tell my husband so he believes me? (Friends, if Target starts selling yarn? I could so be smacked with divorce papers.)
So on to my recent change of events....I have decided to buy a book based on a movie that I want to see. There's a first time for everything, right?
Guess what I picked?
Julie & Julia - about the chick named Julie who decides to spend a year making Julia Childs recipes and writing a blog about it. Loved the trailer. Bought the book. I have only just started reading it, but I'm certain I will have it finished in time for the movie to come out...on August 7th.
Date night! HOLLA!
What?
You don't think I can convince ol' Mister Jones that it's a GOOD date night movie?
Sure I can!
I mean, I might have to dig a little deeper into my bag-o-wife-tricks, but I assure you it can, AND WILL, be done.
Am I setting myself up for the bitter reality of another book-turned-movie gone bad? Or will the book be annoying and the movie with all its Meryl Streep-ness be an adorable hit?
Who knows. I'm just happy to have a book to read that's light-hearted. And I am going to try really hard not to pitch a fit if it all goes awry. But lets not think negatively, ok? Lets think only blissful thoughts - after all, its a movie based on a book based on a cook and a blogger. WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE, I say! Or rather, I ask!
OK, now I'm just getting carried away. Oooh, ooh, thought of another - really trashy chicklit book Maneater. Man Eater? Anyways, by Gige Lavinge someone-or-other.
http://www.julieandjulia.com/
Wanna see the trailer? Silly me, OF COURSE YOU DO!
The first time it happened was with Flowers In The Attic. Where I come from, you can't actually complete the puberty process without a VC Andrews book or two. Or all of them in print at the time if you were me. I suspect you are saying to yourself "uh, why?" cause they are all very much the same and only the names change. I'll tell you - the truth of the matter is I was a very sheltered child. My parents wouldn't even let me read about those perfect blonde twins in the Sweet Valley High series. Something about being too focused on boyfriends and high school cliques. It didn't matter much, I wasn't all that interested anyways. But I WAS interested when a friend tossed a ratty Flowers paperback my way. In my young mind the book was so "grown up" and the fact that it would be considered very taboo by my parents made it all the better - I coveted them and kept them out of plain sight at home (and talked my great grandmother into buying me the rest of the series and, over time, several others). I devoured them, loved them (still do, likely always will), felt a part of them, couldn't get enough of them. I truly believed they were giving me secret adult knowledge that my parents were hiding from me. What can I say? I was pubescent. Everything was dramatic and everyone had a motive. Years later the first one became a movie. Harsh disappointment. Why can't a director just follow a dang book?
Now I know this was not the first time in history that a book became a lame movie, but it was my first experience.
The next time it happened was with The Firm, a John Grisham book. I read it and a little while later? Movie. With a different ending. Naturally.
Over the years there has been The Nanny Diaries, The Devil Wears Prada - which I cracked up at and tried to get friends to read but no one was interested for a couple years until, hmm, imagine that, it was on the silver screen.
What else? Confessions of A Shopaholic (we went over that last week) and The Bridges of Madison County. The Time Travelers Wife. Tuck Everlasting. Bridge To Terabithia (altho I think there was a movie on that before & after I read that one). Oh, and there was Where The Heart Is and Memoirs of A Geisha and well, crud. Let's see. (Knocking on head...) Got it! The Ya-Ya Siterhood. I tell you no lies here. I read it several years before Sandra Bullock landed the role, or before there was even a role for Sandra Bullock to land.
What else...what else...figures! Now that I am trying to convince you all of how obviously gifted I am at choosing books to become movies I am at a loss for titles. I could run up the stairs and take a peek at my book shelf. But. That would require, you know, going. up. the. stairs. All of them. And then back down again, which is easier, but not entirely effortless.
Oh well, I am pretty sure you get the idea without me boring you with the details or wearing myself out climbing steps. (I just know that when I go to bed tonight about 12 more titles will come to mind! Ain't that always the way?)
There were also some borderline books - where I'm not sure if there were deals going on behind the scenes or not when I read them because it wasn't being publicly talked about but they were too close to call. To name two: Tuesdays With Maury and The Memory Keepers Daughter. I read them because they sounded good...and because everytime I went to Target they called to me. How did they know my name? I swear I tried to ignore them and to shop only for much needed shampoo and toothpaste. But darn those Target team members for putting the books right there across the aisle from the necessities. Once I picked one up and thumbed thru it, it was all over. It became a necessity. You know how that goes. Don't you? If so, maybe you could tell my husband so he believes me? (Friends, if Target starts selling yarn? I could so be smacked with divorce papers.)
So on to my recent change of events....I have decided to buy a book based on a movie that I want to see. There's a first time for everything, right?
Guess what I picked?
Julie & Julia - about the chick named Julie who decides to spend a year making Julia Childs recipes and writing a blog about it. Loved the trailer. Bought the book. I have only just started reading it, but I'm certain I will have it finished in time for the movie to come out...on August 7th.
Date night! HOLLA!What?
You don't think I can convince ol' Mister Jones that it's a GOOD date night movie?
Sure I can!
I mean, I might have to dig a little deeper into my bag-o-wife-tricks, but I assure you it can, AND WILL, be done.
Am I setting myself up for the bitter reality of another book-turned-movie gone bad? Or will the book be annoying and the movie with all its Meryl Streep-ness be an adorable hit?
Who knows. I'm just happy to have a book to read that's light-hearted. And I am going to try really hard not to pitch a fit if it all goes awry. But lets not think negatively, ok? Lets think only blissful thoughts - after all, its a movie based on a book based on a cook and a blogger. WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE, I say! Or rather, I ask!
OK, now I'm just getting carried away. Oooh, ooh, thought of another - really trashy chicklit book Maneater. Man Eater? Anyways, by Gige Lavinge someone-or-other.
http://www.julieandjulia.com/
Wanna see the trailer? Silly me, OF COURSE YOU DO!
Minggu, 26 Juli 2009
MUST See Cuteness
This pic was shamelessly stolen from a friends blog in hopes of impressing you with her fabulousness...
If you haven't heard of Sarah's Sweet Hearts then you are missing out on some truly cute, clever, and sassy craftiness! If you have heard of her, then you know just what girly goodness I am referring to...
Recently I caught a glimpse of the sweetest pin cushion in the background of one of her projects and thought to myself "this girl is so stinkin' awesome!" And then I told her so.
Now guess what? She made some more! AND? They are on her blog page AND in her Etsy shop. Yes they are, and you need one.
Sorry tomato pincushion of yesteryear....
You had a good run, you've served many a seamstress well...but let's let the other fruits in on a lil' accupuncture action, shall we?
snapshots
It has been one of the most relaxing weekends we have experienced in a good long while.
Early to bed Friday meant early to rise Saturday, not an easy feat for the Jones' clan I can tell that! (Mostly meaning me...)
The hubs and I ended the afternoon like this ~ with a stroll on the beach, holding hands ~ except for when I was snapping goofy pics...
Early to bed Friday meant early to rise Saturday, not an easy feat for the Jones' clan I can tell that! (Mostly meaning me...)
The hubs and I ended the afternoon like this ~ with a stroll on the beach, holding hands ~ except for when I was snapping goofy pics...
Rabu, 22 Juli 2009
The One Where The Boys Get On My Nerves
I actually have a menagerie of things I want to share...but no time to really put it all down in one post, so one at a time - even if that means multiple posts in a day, k?
(BTW, I totally stole how FRIENDS used to name their episodes. But they didn't copyright it so they can't sue me, ha!)
Ok, so my oldest son is off in California visiting my mom and grandparents...leaving my middle son to step into the role of Head Annoyer, a role he takes immense pride in. Oh yes.
Lately? He is answering everything my youngest son says with "Your Mom". Which is giving the little guy severe angst. Because "Your Mom" is "Your Mom TOO!".
Max: It's my turn to play (the video game).
AJ: Your Mom is playing the game.
Max: What?
AJ: Your Mom's what?
Max: My mom is your mom too.
AJ: Go away son. (He also calls all male-types "son" for reasons I have yet to figure out.)
Max: AJ Guess what! I did an ollie on my skateboard.
AJ: Your Mom did an ollie.
Max: Mom can do an ollie?
Max: Mom, can you do an ollie?
Me: What's an ollie?
Max: You know, on the skateboard.
Me: Uh, no.
Max: AJ, you're a liar!
AJ: Your Mom's a liar.
Max: No she's not!
Max: Mom, AJ called you a liar.
Me: Takes one to know one. (Cause' I'm all for behaving like a kid to a kid.)
Max: What?
Me: Nothing honey, ignore AJ.
Max: Mom said she's ignoring you. (Clearly putting his own spin on my words.)
AJ: Your Mom's ignoring you.
Max: She's YOUR MOM too!
AJ: I can't hear you son.
Max. SHE'S. YOUR. MOM. TOO.
AJ: You don't have to yell, I'm right here.
Max: Your Moms right here.
(Oh snap! He finally picked up on it!)
(BTW, I totally stole how FRIENDS used to name their episodes. But they didn't copyright it so they can't sue me, ha!)
Ok, so my oldest son is off in California visiting my mom and grandparents...leaving my middle son to step into the role of Head Annoyer, a role he takes immense pride in. Oh yes.
Lately? He is answering everything my youngest son says with "Your Mom". Which is giving the little guy severe angst. Because "Your Mom" is "Your Mom TOO!".
Max: It's my turn to play (the video game).
AJ: Your Mom is playing the game.
Max: What?
AJ: Your Mom's what?
Max: My mom is your mom too.
AJ: Go away son. (He also calls all male-types "son" for reasons I have yet to figure out.)
Max: AJ Guess what! I did an ollie on my skateboard.
AJ: Your Mom did an ollie.
Max: Mom can do an ollie?
Max: Mom, can you do an ollie?
Me: What's an ollie?
Max: You know, on the skateboard.
Me: Uh, no.
Max: AJ, you're a liar!
AJ: Your Mom's a liar.
Max: No she's not!
Max: Mom, AJ called you a liar.
Me: Takes one to know one. (Cause' I'm all for behaving like a kid to a kid.)
Max: What?
Me: Nothing honey, ignore AJ.
Max: Mom said she's ignoring you. (Clearly putting his own spin on my words.)
AJ: Your Mom's ignoring you.
Max: She's YOUR MOM too!
AJ: I can't hear you son.
Max. SHE'S. YOUR. MOM. TOO.
AJ: You don't have to yell, I'm right here.
Max: Your Moms right here.
(Oh snap! He finally picked up on it!)
Holy Contest Winner Batmama!
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HAPPY DANCE! I cannot believe this, but I JUST WON that adorable GIVEAWAY I entered the other day over at Blaze N' Crochet. I'm all excited! This just made my day.
Just last night I was laying in bed thinking I need to give this little ol' blog some attention, something more than the tidbits of late, and nothing sad. I don't want to dwell, I want to re-focus. I came up with a variety of thoughts, but no way to make them cohesive. So the plan for today was to scribble one of those random, all over the map type posts. I usually like reading those when others do them, so why the heck not, right? And then came news from the fabulous Miss Shana that I won! I'm so tickled, I cannot even make sense!
HAPPY DANCE! I cannot believe this, but I JUST WON that adorable GIVEAWAY I entered the other day over at Blaze N' Crochet. I'm all excited! This just made my day.
Just last night I was laying in bed thinking I need to give this little ol' blog some attention, something more than the tidbits of late, and nothing sad. I don't want to dwell, I want to re-focus. I came up with a variety of thoughts, but no way to make them cohesive. So the plan for today was to scribble one of those random, all over the map type posts. I usually like reading those when others do them, so why the heck not, right? And then came news from the fabulous Miss Shana that I won! I'm so tickled, I cannot even make sense!
Kamis, 16 Juli 2009
Quickie!
Lookie here...
My girl Shana over at “Blaze ‘N’ Crochet is hosting a giveaway for notNeutral’s Wood Block Set from Living Rooms Direct, an online source for living room furniture and home decor.”
Since she isn't one to steer a person wrong, I decided I had to check it out. Even though I don't have any little, little ones of my own - my 9 year is about as little as they get in my house - I do have an adorable nephew named Jonah who would totally have a blast with these. Yeah, my life is chock full of little boys!
Part of the rules is ya gotta check out the website she is hosting this for - and it was totally painless, even fun! Look what I found and now must have:
It's called the Powell - Wilmington Cherry & Burl Cocktail Table
How perfect is this for a family room? Especially as a game table? My nerdy kids love them some Monopoly and Chess and Scrabble - I can totally see us sitting around it playing & cheating (usually me) & making fun of each other until someone pouts (also usually me).
Anyhoo, this is a fun down to earth blog to check out...totally go read about the snake her hubby found in the bathroom, holy crap!
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My girl Shana over at “Blaze ‘N’ Crochet is hosting a giveaway for notNeutral’s Wood Block Set from Living Rooms Direct, an online source for living room furniture and home decor.”
Since she isn't one to steer a person wrong, I decided I had to check it out. Even though I don't have any little, little ones of my own - my 9 year is about as little as they get in my house - I do have an adorable nephew named Jonah who would totally have a blast with these. Yeah, my life is chock full of little boys!
Part of the rules is ya gotta check out the website she is hosting this for - and it was totally painless, even fun! Look what I found and now must have:
It's called the Powell - Wilmington Cherry & Burl Cocktail TableHow perfect is this for a family room? Especially as a game table? My nerdy kids love them some Monopoly and Chess and Scrabble - I can totally see us sitting around it playing & cheating (usually me) & making fun of each other until someone pouts (also usually me).
Anyhoo, this is a fun down to earth blog to check out...totally go read about the snake her hubby found in the bathroom, holy crap!
Selasa, 14 Juli 2009
Sugar & Spice & Everything Nice
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That's what this little coat is made of!
Isn't it adorable? It's in the new issue of Crochet! September 2009 - that came in today's mail MUCH to my suprise. I was pretty sure that my subscription had run out, but I guess not. I love these little suprises in the mail. They rank right up there with banana splits! Yummmeeee...
I'm super tempted to give this a go...except that would garner some really weird stares from my gang. Well, weirder than usual anyways. I live here in the "House O' Testosterone" - so until the day comes that one of my boys provides me with a granddaughter (a looong time from now, thankyouverymuch) I really don't have any justification for making such fabulous frocks. What a pity...I already have half the CSS yarn in those very colors in my stash.
Maybe I could blame it on Field of Dreams? Claim James Earl Jones spoke to me in a dream? "Crochet it and she will come"....what? It could happen. Happened to that guy in Iowa, right? Besides, I'm bound to find a little girl to gift it to sooner or later.
Oooh, speaking of movies...I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic last night. I managed to get the kitchen clean, send the hubby off to work, have Max tucked into bed and the teenagers accounted for all before the bewitching hour of 9pm. After the harrowing week we have had, it felt like an accomplishment. I rewarded myself by popping in a DVD and crawling beneath the sheets early. If only chocolate had been involved I could give the evening 5 bright sparkly stars.
When we first moved to VA and I knew not a soul, nor how to wield a crochet hook, I read alot. A.L.O.T. I saw the local librarian more than I saw my own hubs. During that time I was a little depressed, missing California and our life there so the only thing I could manage to read with any interest was fun, funky chick-lit books. They made me laugh out loud and that was just the medicine I needed some days. It was during this kick that I read the entire Shopaholic series. I was tickled pink when I found out they would be making a movie - and yes, I know movies are never as good as the books - but I still thought it would make for a funny film. And it did. But it was SO NOT the book!
Hello? Becky Bloomwood is NOT American! I could go on with a litany of things that didn't line up...but at the end of the day? It doesn't matter. It's a cute book. It's a cute movie. Both made me laugh. The book will not win any literary awards. The movie will not even have the "honor of just being nominated" at the Oscars. So who cares. I liked it.
It took me out of my fog and let me forget the cloud of grief hanging over us right now. It lifted me up and made me smile. Therefor? It rawked.
The other book-come-movie I've been hankering to see is My Sisters Keeper. I love Jodi Picoult's style and her topics are so...wow. Deep. Touching. Intense. Provocative. But I don't know if I can bring myself to go there right now.
I'm rambling aren't I? Yeah. I am. I guess it's my little way of keeping myself company. :)
That's what this little coat is made of!
Isn't it adorable? It's in the new issue of Crochet! September 2009 - that came in today's mail MUCH to my suprise. I was pretty sure that my subscription had run out, but I guess not. I love these little suprises in the mail. They rank right up there with banana splits! Yummmeeee...
I'm super tempted to give this a go...except that would garner some really weird stares from my gang. Well, weirder than usual anyways. I live here in the "House O' Testosterone" - so until the day comes that one of my boys provides me with a granddaughter (a looong time from now, thankyouverymuch) I really don't have any justification for making such fabulous frocks. What a pity...I already have half the CSS yarn in those very colors in my stash.
Maybe I could blame it on Field of Dreams? Claim James Earl Jones spoke to me in a dream? "Crochet it and she will come"....what? It could happen. Happened to that guy in Iowa, right? Besides, I'm bound to find a little girl to gift it to sooner or later.
Oooh, speaking of movies...I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic last night. I managed to get the kitchen clean, send the hubby off to work, have Max tucked into bed and the teenagers accounted for all before the bewitching hour of 9pm. After the harrowing week we have had, it felt like an accomplishment. I rewarded myself by popping in a DVD and crawling beneath the sheets early. If only chocolate had been involved I could give the evening 5 bright sparkly stars.
When we first moved to VA and I knew not a soul, nor how to wield a crochet hook, I read alot. A.L.O.T. I saw the local librarian more than I saw my own hubs. During that time I was a little depressed, missing California and our life there so the only thing I could manage to read with any interest was fun, funky chick-lit books. They made me laugh out loud and that was just the medicine I needed some days. It was during this kick that I read the entire Shopaholic series. I was tickled pink when I found out they would be making a movie - and yes, I know movies are never as good as the books - but I still thought it would make for a funny film. And it did. But it was SO NOT the book!
Hello? Becky Bloomwood is NOT American! I could go on with a litany of things that didn't line up...but at the end of the day? It doesn't matter. It's a cute book. It's a cute movie. Both made me laugh. The book will not win any literary awards. The movie will not even have the "honor of just being nominated" at the Oscars. So who cares. I liked it.
It took me out of my fog and let me forget the cloud of grief hanging over us right now. It lifted me up and made me smile. Therefor? It rawked.
The other book-come-movie I've been hankering to see is My Sisters Keeper. I love Jodi Picoult's style and her topics are so...wow. Deep. Touching. Intense. Provocative. But I don't know if I can bring myself to go there right now.
I'm rambling aren't I? Yeah. I am. I guess it's my little way of keeping myself company. :)
Minggu, 12 Juli 2009
Joann's Schmo-ann's
In an effort to boost my mood (and scratch an itch) I carried myself downtown to Joann's today...and I have to say it was disappointing.
Sure, it got my mind off of things and just being in a place of creativity felt like a warm hug - but their yarn section? Leaves MUCH to be desired. What is going on here?
Our particular store is not especially fabulous on it's best day but what it lacks in luster it makes up for in dependability. Or it did.
Seasons are changing in the retail world and there are signs of fall showing up in the fabric section, the faux flower aisle, and the summer stuff is on clearance. But back in the yarn corner? Nada. No sales to speak of. Nothing new to report. Not even a decent stock of Vanna or Homespun. It was blah.
I sure hope this is just because they are trying to unload what is there to make room for some fantastic fall fiber.
I very nearly left empty handed - which seems almost criminal when you have in your posession a time sensitive 50% off coupon. And then I happened upon the this...
The latest Interweave Crochet magazine. I admit, I am a mag hag. I buy any and all crochet magazines I can get my hands on even when there isn't anything inside that I will make. Why? Because you never know what nuggets of crochet goodness you will find when reading it cover to cover! And yes. Yes I did use a coupon on a magazine. How's that for thrifty?
And guess what? I found a new favorite...the section where readers submit photo's of their projects. I think the dresses are super cute, very flattering, and would so wear the one up there in the top corner....in case you are so inclined to make one for me. *wink*
I imagine I will be hauling this issue everywhere I go all week, my very own little crochet companion.
Sure, it got my mind off of things and just being in a place of creativity felt like a warm hug - but their yarn section? Leaves MUCH to be desired. What is going on here?
Our particular store is not especially fabulous on it's best day but what it lacks in luster it makes up for in dependability. Or it did.
Seasons are changing in the retail world and there are signs of fall showing up in the fabric section, the faux flower aisle, and the summer stuff is on clearance. But back in the yarn corner? Nada. No sales to speak of. Nothing new to report. Not even a decent stock of Vanna or Homespun. It was blah.
I sure hope this is just because they are trying to unload what is there to make room for some fantastic fall fiber.
I very nearly left empty handed - which seems almost criminal when you have in your posession a time sensitive 50% off coupon. And then I happened upon the this...
The latest Interweave Crochet magazine. I admit, I am a mag hag. I buy any and all crochet magazines I can get my hands on even when there isn't anything inside that I will make. Why? Because you never know what nuggets of crochet goodness you will find when reading it cover to cover! And yes. Yes I did use a coupon on a magazine. How's that for thrifty?
And guess what? I found a new favorite...the section where readers submit photo's of their projects. I think the dresses are super cute, very flattering, and would so wear the one up there in the top corner....in case you are so inclined to make one for me. *wink*I imagine I will be hauling this issue everywhere I go all week, my very own little crochet companion.
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Hey everyone...I have been out of the loop for awhile, losing track of time and days...
We got one of those "middle of the night bad news" phone calls last weekend that comlpetely upended our world. My brother in law, Billy, passed away. It was so sudden, so unexpected...a sucker punch.
Billy had been living with us for a few months, my kids' favorite uncle, and had only just left for PA on June 29th for a job up in King of Prussia, PA. He worked for a company that travels the country doing liquidation sales for furniture stores when they go bankrupt - he had been waiting for one to come up on the East Coast again so he wouldn't be so far from us.
The autopsy revealed the cause of death to be a brain hemmorage on the medula (brain stem?)...could happen to anyone, anytime...and when it does, you are gone in 30 seconds. It seems the only comfort to be found is in the fact that he went quickly and peacefully, without pain.
Death of a loved one is never easy...as a sister in law, I am heartbroken...but the real pain comes when I look at my boys. My boys loved this man so much, you couldn't keep them out of his hip pocket. He took them on bike rides every day after work, he was always up for a day on the beach, he was Gunnar's confidant, AJ's best friend & wing man, and Max's partner in crime when it came to eating dessert before dinner. When I see them cry I can hardly keep myself together. I pray for words of wisdom and comfort to offer them but they don't want a bandaid for the pain, they want their "U.B." as they called him.
There is so much I want to say about Billy, he was one of those rare souls who laughed and made friends easily wherever he went, but my fingers on the keyboard can't keep up with the thoughts in my head. Maybe another time...but for now I'm just not able to ramble out much more than this.
Uncle Billy is this guy...in an older post of mine...
This is Billy's last picture, taken by him on his cell phone June 27th of him with Max & my hubby (in background) - one last romp on the beach before he headed to PA...and Heaven.
We got one of those "middle of the night bad news" phone calls last weekend that comlpetely upended our world. My brother in law, Billy, passed away. It was so sudden, so unexpected...a sucker punch.
Billy had been living with us for a few months, my kids' favorite uncle, and had only just left for PA on June 29th for a job up in King of Prussia, PA. He worked for a company that travels the country doing liquidation sales for furniture stores when they go bankrupt - he had been waiting for one to come up on the East Coast again so he wouldn't be so far from us.
The autopsy revealed the cause of death to be a brain hemmorage on the medula (brain stem?)...could happen to anyone, anytime...and when it does, you are gone in 30 seconds. It seems the only comfort to be found is in the fact that he went quickly and peacefully, without pain.
Death of a loved one is never easy...as a sister in law, I am heartbroken...but the real pain comes when I look at my boys. My boys loved this man so much, you couldn't keep them out of his hip pocket. He took them on bike rides every day after work, he was always up for a day on the beach, he was Gunnar's confidant, AJ's best friend & wing man, and Max's partner in crime when it came to eating dessert before dinner. When I see them cry I can hardly keep myself together. I pray for words of wisdom and comfort to offer them but they don't want a bandaid for the pain, they want their "U.B." as they called him.
There is so much I want to say about Billy, he was one of those rare souls who laughed and made friends easily wherever he went, but my fingers on the keyboard can't keep up with the thoughts in my head. Maybe another time...but for now I'm just not able to ramble out much more than this.
Uncle Billy is this guy...in an older post of mine...
This is Billy's last picture, taken by him on his cell phone June 27th of him with Max & my hubby (in background) - one last romp on the beach before he headed to PA...and Heaven.
Sabtu, 04 Juli 2009
Boom Boom Pow!
I cannot get this song out of my head. Then again, I'm really not even trying.
All morning I purposely bounced up and down the stairs, sang into spatula's in between pancake flips, and broke out all my best Fergie moves with my imaginary Will.I.Am.
Cause' I'm Mamalishussss like that.
The children looked away....something about wanting to digest their food, not regurgitate it.
Whatever. Perhaps I am a chicken. Who jacks style. And copies swagger. So what if I do?
BOOM BOOM POW!
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In other news...I just decided to switch to Gmail. Today. In honor of my country (or something like that).
I didn't realize it was so much more interactive, especially with the blog world, which is purty cool. I think my favoritest part is that I get to be Sweet Mama Jones. Yay me! If you wanna pop in and say hi you can now email me from my profile page. I think it'll be fun for chit chatting & sharing behind the scenes.
But first? It's off to a holiday barbeque at my sister in laws house. There were supposed to be fireworks on the beach tonight, but as per usual this time of year on the mid-Atlantic coast, there's a thunderstorm brewing, so I think they've been postponed. Bummer! But they make up for it just as soon as they can. Last year it was a day late due to weather but it was like one big, long, glorious, sparkling grande finale...they know how to make up for it in style.
I hope you all have a fun, fabulous, and safe July 4th holiday! Eat well and make memories!
All morning I purposely bounced up and down the stairs, sang into spatula's in between pancake flips, and broke out all my best Fergie moves with my imaginary Will.I.Am.
Cause' I'm Mamalishussss like that.
The children looked away....something about wanting to digest their food, not regurgitate it.
Whatever. Perhaps I am a chicken. Who jacks style. And copies swagger. So what if I do?
BOOM BOOM POW!
~~~
In other news...I just decided to switch to Gmail. Today. In honor of my country (or something like that).
I didn't realize it was so much more interactive, especially with the blog world, which is purty cool. I think my favoritest part is that I get to be Sweet Mama Jones. Yay me! If you wanna pop in and say hi you can now email me from my profile page. I think it'll be fun for chit chatting & sharing behind the scenes.
But first? It's off to a holiday barbeque at my sister in laws house. There were supposed to be fireworks on the beach tonight, but as per usual this time of year on the mid-Atlantic coast, there's a thunderstorm brewing, so I think they've been postponed. Bummer! But they make up for it just as soon as they can. Last year it was a day late due to weather but it was like one big, long, glorious, sparkling grande finale...they know how to make up for it in style.
I hope you all have a fun, fabulous, and safe July 4th holiday! Eat well and make memories!
Rabu, 01 Juli 2009
6th Picture in the 6th Folder
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Zu tagged me for a little photo fun, so here goes!
These are the rules:
1) Go to your photo folders
2) Select the sixth file folder
3) Open it and select the sixth photo in that file folder
4) Write a story for that picture, post it and
5) Select five bloggy friends to tag
6) Be sure to let them know they've been tagged
Here's my pic:
Zu tagged me for a little photo fun, so here goes!
These are the rules:
1) Go to your photo folders
2) Select the sixth file folder
3) Open it and select the sixth photo in that file folder
4) Write a story for that picture, post it and
5) Select five bloggy friends to tag
6) Be sure to let them know they've been tagged
Here's my pic:
WOW - well thats certainly random! You can't even tell what's going on....maybe it would help to show you the picture that happened right before that:
OK - now that's better. It's AJ and that was taken in 2006, we had been in VA for less than a year and I was homeschooling him at the time so that's why he was the only kid there. It was, um, recess, or better yet - PE class! A friend of ours often let the kids and I come use their wonderful pool on weekday afternoons while they were working. That particular year the jellyfish at the beach here were HORRID, so we loved and appreciated their generosity.I am passing this challenge on to:
The Funky Yellow Chicken Dance...break it down now....
The huh-wha?
The funky YELLOW CHICKEN dance! Come on, it's better than the conga - AND - it's my little way of paying tribute (read: scoring bonus entries) to a very cool etsy shop called Sugar Pie Chic.
I am not ashamed to tell you that I, Sweet Mama Jones, have a very serious case kitschy apron envy. It cannot be cured. I adore them, I covet them, I full on lust for them, and sometimes a little spit dribbles out when I stare at pictures of them...especially the ones in modern colors schemes with a vintage flair.
Sadly, however, I am lacking the talent (understatement!) required to make them and so I must resort to stalking blogs of those with enviable kitchen kouture give-aways (ahem, I love you The Apron Goddesses). I also wish upon shooting stars & blow dandelions into the wind all in hopes of ones day winning.
*Sigh*...the heart wants what the heart wants...
Take a peek here at the awesomeness that is the YELLOW CHICKEN apron.
The funky YELLOW CHICKEN dance! Come on, it's better than the conga - AND - it's my little way of paying tribute (read: scoring bonus entries) to a very cool etsy shop called Sugar Pie Chic.
I am not ashamed to tell you that I, Sweet Mama Jones, have a very serious case kitschy apron envy. It cannot be cured. I adore them, I covet them, I full on lust for them, and sometimes a little spit dribbles out when I stare at pictures of them...especially the ones in modern colors schemes with a vintage flair.
Sadly, however, I am lacking the talent (understatement!) required to make them and so I must resort to stalking blogs of those with enviable kitchen kouture give-aways (ahem, I love you The Apron Goddesses). I also wish upon shooting stars & blow dandelions into the wind all in hopes of ones day winning.
*Sigh*...the heart wants what the heart wants...
Take a peek here at the awesomeness that is the YELLOW CHICKEN apron.
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