Monthly Archives: July 2012

Shop til you drop?

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Well, not so much but we did buy these two lovely pendants in New Orleans. We also visited the Tanger Outlets in Foley for some excellent deals. What was I most excited about? New lids for my Pyrex storage containers for a grand total of $5! (after discount) The heart pendant is from Fleur D’ Orleans and the owner opened up early when she saw us peering in the window. Her mother lives in Lowell so we had a lovely chat while looking at all her lovely jewelry.

Snapshots from this Weekend

Caroline, Charlotte and I drove to Williamsburg for a trunk show at the fabulous Knitting Sisters on Saturday. What a wonderful shop! Everyone was so lovely to us and we had a wonderful time. I love this patriotic display using JMF Yearling.

This afternoon, we all rush to harvest tomatoes in advance of an approaching storm. Aren’t they lovely? We picked 34 pounds of these beauties, all in various stages of near ripeness.

 

Yummmmm …

My creation


Animal Disapproval in Pictures

Sometimes it seems like the animals know something that I don’t.

Do you ever have the feeling that you’ve interrupted something terribly important?

Or that you’ve said something socially unacceptable?

Or maybe downright distasteful?

“We are not amused,” says Coconut.

Mobile

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Friday was mostly taken up with driving and eating great seafood as well as catching up on a bit of laundry. Yesterday, Dad had several suggestions of things we might do and we thought we’d visit some of the Mobile attractions since the beach at Gulf Shores was likely very crowded and the Battleship is not much fun when it’s really hot out, never mind that sweltering submarine! We started out at the Museum of Mobile and proceed to visit the Conde-Charlotte House (where I identified a skeiner for the guide) and then ended with the Mobile Carnival Museum.  The Carnival museum was a nice contrast to  Mardi Gras world as one focuses on float building and the other focuses on the costuming of the “royalty”.

 

A full set of photos is on Flickr here.

Where the Humuhumunukunukuapua’a Goes Swimming By


I indulged my homesickness yesterday, and asked Ted to take me to L & L Hawaiian Barbeque for my birthday dinner.  I'd heard about this place from my pal Anela, who was also raised in Hawaii and travels in some hula and Hawaiiana circles.  She highly recommended it for its totally authentic menu and ambiance.


Sure enough, it looks and feels for all the world like a fast food lunch counter in any little town you might visit in Hawaii.  There's no such thing as haute cuisine in Hawaii - it's all a hodgepodge of lots of ethic foods served up on a styrofoam plate - Hawaiian, Portuguese, Chinese, Japanese, American, Korean, and more.  And I love it.  Some of my favorites are featured at L & L: saimin (like ramen, only a million times better), teriyaki everything, barbeque everything, seafood, and the best snack food ever - musubi.  And not only do they have musubi, but several different kinds: Spam, chicken katsu, and bbq chicken!  Now we're talking.  The food is a touch pricey, but cheaper than a plane ticket. 


And in my mind, the food takes a back seat to the folks who gather there on Friday nights: real ethnic Hawaiians or folks like me who live in Texas, but have a Hawaiian history, and have left a big piece of themselves back in the islands. Anela tells me that it's a regular, run-of-the-mill specialty menu kind of place most of the time, with people coming and going who enjoy the dishes or think the touristy Hawaiian thing is novel.  But on Friday nights, everything changes.

It's family reunion time.

We got there early to beat the crowds, and to get our food and table before the fun broke out.  On Friday nights, the regulars show up with amplified ukuleles, mics, and their hula pals.  The longer I sat there, the further from Plano, Texas I felt.  I texted my sister in Kaneohe.  Yes, she said, there are a bunch of L & L's near her - they're everywhere, "like 7 Elevens," she said.  Next thing I knew, the guys were playing Happy Birthday for me on their ukes (sneaky Ted).  And before long, some spontaneous hula had broken out up by the counter.  It was a blast.


I used to know how to hula a little bit, but I'd completely humiliate myself if I tried today.  So I left it to the professionals.  It's very engaging and fun to watch...


We met a lady there who makes it a point to greet everyone and seems to know everyone.  I just called her Tutu Diane.  What a sweetie.  Everyone has their Hawaiian shirts and jewelry and pidgin accents and tattoos, and anything else that might signal that they're "one of us."  Me, I wore my Matsumoto Shave Ice t-shirt, which proves that I know what's cool on the North Shore.  It's good to belong.


For dessert, Ted picked out a beautiful chilled taro root cake for us from their glass case - bright purple like the root from which it is made.  FYI - taro root cake is much better than poi.  Just sayin.


And just like in Hawaii, the trash cans teach you manners - "Mahalo" doesn't mean garbage, like I assumed for months after arriving there... it means "thank you."  Thank you, L & L for allowing me to return for a brief mental vacation to my island past.  I'll be back.

I’m such a bad blogger….




I really am.  Now that Greg and I are both in Fredericksburg I don't seem to have the motivation.  One reason for starting my blog in the first place was to keep my friends here in The Burg posted on what I was doing in Charlottesville....but I need to refocus.  I need to remember that there may be OTHER people who follow along and read my occasional (very occasional it seems) ramblings.  You may not comment much, but you know who you are.

I have been keeping busy.  Every morning I read all the Other Blogs. (Yes Ron Philbeck, I love the Facebook updates, they are so immediate, but I also love the meat of a good blog...and if this WAS FB you would  know I had "tagged" you....)  I get in a good 15 minute yoga type stretch and then give Layla a long, well really only 20 minutes, walk.  With this heat (103 today) it's lucky the old girl (she's 11) gets anything at all!  This past week our walk was shadowed by the families sitting out in the heat on their front porches waiting for the power to come back on after our horrible storm last week.  (Luckily we were only without for 24 hours and some creative juggling saved the fridge and freezer of food....the only losses were the 4 beers that exploded.  Now my kitchen is VERY clean.)

Then on most days I hit LibertyTown.  I either weave, OR believe it or not, throw some pots.



 I really am trying to vary it up a bit.  Sheep pottery is not a big seller in the City of Fredericksburg.

 I love the signs on the back of the car mugs.

Well.  A few sheep aren't bad.


Several years ago I made some rather, well, odd yarn bowls and have been promising a friend I would make more....

These are still in the greenware stage.  Glazing should be interesting....





A little twist on the traditional face jugs, eh? 


And when I return home I jump on my small workshop loom for some small projects...

But the very MOST exciting thing of all.

We found a house.  If you look carefully you will see my new studio in the background...


Over the next several months we will be transforming that tiny garage into a studio AND adding an addition to this new home of ours. So I apologize in advance for all the home improvement ramblings (and complaints?) in the foreseeable future.  And if that is ok with you....then I will be sure to keep this blog rolling.

Thanks for sticking with me!  And maybe you'll leave me a comment or 3.

(PS  I had a few more photos to add, but blogger must have gone to bed early.  They just won't come up.)


Eyes-cream …

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:)


it’s hot, damn hot – or, how i forced the chickens to drink cool, CLEAN water.

we’ve had our chickens for a few months now and love them to all their henny bits. they’re silly and adorable and we still can’t believe we’re eating eggs from our own backyard. but their uncanny ability to actually poop in their own water dish has been a bit of a struggle to deal with. it’s been in the 90s for a couple weeks now and today it’s supposed to hit 100 and, like all animals, the number one thing the chickens need to deal with the heat is a constant supply of cool, clean water. i willingly put ice cubes in their waterer every day (and in lucius’s water bottle too) but you can’t imagine how frustrating it is to go out a few hours later and see that they’ve kicked hay and dirt into the dish they drink from or there’s a big turd floating in the dish, slowly getting mushier. two or three times a day, i swish the dirty water out and end up having to refill the gallon reservoir more often because of the waste.

i can’t remember how i first heard about ‘chicken nipples’ but after i did some internet research on DIY chicken waterers, i couldn’t wait to order some. no, chickens don’t have nipples like people do – these are nipples FOR chickens. you’ll see what i mean. i also ordered an inexpensive lidded bucket and made a trip (okay, several trips) to the hardware store for pvc pipe, fittings and a rubber washer.

here they are – the components for my new chicken waterer. except a few fittings and the rubber washer, which i learned later was necessary to keep the hole in the bucket (dear liza, dear liza) from leaking much of the water out. the chicken nipples are the red bits to the left of the bucket.
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and here’s the project in its nearly finished stage – holes for nipples drilled, nipples inserted (the red bits poking out from one of the pipes have a little metal bit that the chickens lick at, which releases water into their mouths), and elbows attached but not screwed in very tight yet.
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finally – here’s the end result. you can see that the bucket is on the outside of the chicken run and it has a lid. that’s right, chickens – there’s no way you can kick dirt into or poop in THIS water. the first length of pvc pipe extends via a 90 degree elbow from the hole i cut in the bottom of the bucket, and the nipples are in a nice line at a 90 degree angle from the second elbow. it’s much easier for me to fill the bucket with ice and cool water now and the water should stay nice and clean.
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veronica took to the new watering system pretty quickly. amelia and estelle have pecked at different parts of the pipe and have found the spot at the second elbow that’s leaking a bit and are at least drinking from there. i’m pretty confident they’ll figure out soon what the nipples are for. i am kind of bummed about the leak at that elbow and considering letting the water run dry and trying to tighten up that elbow a bit. but for now, it’s fine and i feel much better about the chickens surviving this wicked hot day.

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for myself, i’m going to the a/c at the movies. doesn’t even matter what movie it is.
stay cool, y’all.


Log Cabin socks

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The first Log Cabin sock is done. Unfortunately, it’s a bit big, even for Jason, which means I’ll have to take my chances and felt it. I will probably try that *before* I knit sock two, just to be sure I’ll end up with something he can wear.