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  • What I Got (photo heavy post)

    The package arrived from Metro Textiles late yesterday afternoon. The box was rather large and DH rolled his eyeballs; I could see he was about to open his mouth as well when I sent him a rather withering glance. He wanted to see what was in the box, but the price was that he had to check his tongue at the door.

    Once I had gotten home Wednesday night, and throughout Thursday, the thrill of the hunt had worn off a little bit and I feared that I had been over-exuberant.  Well, I was, but I love all the fabrics I purchased.  I really indulged in cottons, especially cotton eyelets, but I have no regrets.    Although I really wanted brown eyelet, and didn’t buy it, I am pretty happy with the eyelets I did get.

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    But first, the non-summer fabric.  This is a really beautiful Teal/Gray tweed with the embroidery along one edge of the fabric.  It is perfect for  a simple straight skirt, one which is sure to get lots of wear.  Although it is not a summer fabric, there is still plenty of time to wear it this spring before it has to be put away for next fall.

    But then, on to the cottons:

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    This is a beautiful lightweight cotton print that I just love.  I am not sure what it will be yet.  It may be a bit "much" for a dress for me but it would certainly make a lovely blouse or skirt.   

    For me, this was my most daring purchase.  This is not so much because it is bright, which it surely is, I love color, but at first I was uncertain about the combinations of the yellows and yellow-olives, but it seems to look really good.  I also love prints, but this is not the kind of print I usually wear, it is almost too bright — unlike the other prints I purchased, which you can see below.  When I opened the box this print still brought a big smile to my face, and I couldn’t wait to pull it out, a sure sign that it is not a mistake.  I think I just have to look at it a bit, have it floating around the edges of the sewing room, until I decide what it wants to become.

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    These two prints are eyelet fabrics and I love both of them.  The top one was love at first sight and the second one had to grow on me a little bit.  Both are destined to become summer dresses.

    I might have purchased too much yardage, especially of the lower one, but as I am not sure what kind of dress I am making, and the price was very good, I am not worried.  When I first think "summer dress" I tend to think of sundresses with long full skirts, the kind of thing that tends to eat yardage.  I love the coolness, and the romantic way I feel in a long soft skirt.  And I don’t fret as much about my pale legs in long skirts with sandals.  But in recent years I have made more close fitting summer dresses as well, often shorter, only about knee length.  For that kind of dress there is too much yardage.  We shall see, what materializes but for me these exuberant prints still call for exuberant dresses, not calm, cool, tailored dresses.

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    Then I got this wonderful lightweight polka-dot cotton with the embroidered border!  It looked black to me, but Kashi said it was navy.  At home it still looks black, and if it is navy it is such a dark dark navy that it is virtually indistinguishable from black; but then there are so many blacks out there it hardly matters.

    For me this screams feminine floaty dress and so it shall be.  I have the perfect shoes already.

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    Of course there were more eyelets.  The black and blue one is going to become a skirt, probably from that same pleated skirt pattern I used several times last summer.  The white one will be a blouse of some sort.

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    Both of these fabrics are destined to be summer skirts as well. The darker blue fabric with the cut out embroidery will be a pleated, knee length skirt, probably again using the Simplicity 4186 pattern that I used last summer, but perhaps I will try something else.

    The fabric on the right is actually a bit more muted than it appears in this photo.  It consists of strips of different fabrics and textures in the same color, including some embroidery and some lace.  This will be cut on the bias and made into a longer skirt. I am planning along the lines of this skirt from the new March 2007 Burda WOF:

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    I think I have enough yardage, although I guessed when I was at the store as I hadn’t really "planned" on looking for something for this skirt.   If this doesn’t quite work, I have no fears about finding something that will work, and will yield a skirt with a similar feel.

    All in all, although I have a lot of fabric here, I am not feeling particularly guilty about these two fabric buying excursions , to Leandro and Metro Textile.  I had been feeling the need to sew new pretty clothes and there is little that fits right now (except evening clothes in black) aside from my basic day-to-day chinos and a few tees. Even including the Leandro fabrics, I have spent less than I usually spend on spring clothing shopping and I haven’t shopped for any clothes this spring.  I might yet, but I am not very inclined to do so, even though I have never wanted to be a person who sewed ALL my clothes.  And although it is true that I could have probably shopped my stash for a good bit of my spring sewing, I am still excited about these new spring treats, and I know, having looked already, that there were no eyelets hiding in the stash.

    When I get these things made up I will have a lovely spring/summer wardrobe.  And if I don’t get them made up I will have nothing to wear.  I don’t intend to put these away in the fabric closet.  They are sitting right out on the end of my cutting table, inspiring me to make them up.  They won’t all sit there for very long.

  • Random musings on eating and shopping

    I have been reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma off and on.  It is an interesting and fascinating book.  It is also frightening in many ways and although it is not difficult to read, and is rather gripping, I cannot read it for long periods of time because I must put it down and digest what I have read and deal with the basic mental unrest the book causes me.  There are times when I think I should just stop eating all together.

    Those moments don’t last for long, luckily.

    Today was grocery shopping day and as usual I purchased a great deal of fresh vegetables and very few foods from the remainder of the grocery store.  After reading Pollan’s book, just walking through the aisles of the grocery store, looking for raisins and canned beans,  was an almost horrifying trek through a world of non-foods.   

    I was reminded of an article in the Tucson paper while we were  there last month about how to spend less on groceries.  There were several important points such as always shopping with a list and sticking to the list or allowing only a fixed number of items that weren’t on the list.  Well I have done that for years.  I don’t see how people shop without lists and I rarely buy extra stuff.  Of course there are exceptions.  I will go to the farmer’s market (in season) or the butcher’s or fish monger’s with only a vague idea of what I want, waiting to see what is fresh, but those foods are always eaten and meals are planned around them.  The thing that surprised me in the article was that the first rule was to avoid the produce section.  The author’s point was that most produce was purchased and never consumed but allowed to spoil.  If I avoided the produce section we would not eat as I stop very rarely in the wide middle expanse of a grocery store, spending all my time in the produce section and the dairy section at the opposite end, traversing the great wasteland in between as a means to an end only.

    Obviously this particular reporter from the Tucson paper hadn’t read Michael Pollan.

    I am increasingly grateful that I started purchasing grazed, grass fed (with the exception of winter feeding) and local meat from the farmer’s market this past summer.  Although there will be no farmer’s market for another two months, there is a butcher who sells only locally raised, grazed meats.  I have not always been good about going there and have often picked up a piece of meat at our local supermarket, I am not so sure I can bring myself to do that anymore.  I am not about to become a vegetarian, and I don’t think that is necessary, but eating more difficult to procure and more expensive meat will automatically reduce the amount of meat in the diet.  Besides I am not convinced that eating this kind of meat is all that bad.  Just as I don’t watch our fat intake per se, but it is tracked on my computer as I plan menus on the computer, I know that we eat so many vegetables that fat is not a particular worry.

    But as I shopped today, I was much more aware of labels on those few packaged products I purchased, and the provenance of the food I ate.  I am not so worried about whether the produce came from Mexico or Chile (as one shopper was) and I do recall that the recent e-coli scares have been centered on US grown produce, as I am concerned about what is in the food I eat.  A vegetable is a vegetable.  But what about those canned and packaged things.  Should pasta contain high fructose corn syrup?  I would think not.

    I did not purchase meat today. I have some in the freezer, not all of the kind I think we should be starting to eat, which I want to use up.  I am very grateful that we were able to purchase some fresh wild salmon and Bluefin Tuna last summer and have it packaged and flash frozen for us by my local fishmonger.  I realize that I am very lucky to be able to do such a thing, and these options aren’t available to everyone.  If faced with farm-raised fish (and corn eating farmed Salmon) I think I would have to stop consuming fish.  Luckily there are a great many fishermen in this area who love to go out catching Bluefish, and they sell their catch to my local fish market.  I can always get fresh bluefish; more than likely caught that same morning and served on my plate that evening.

  • Wednesday

    I know that it is Thursday already, and in fact it is well into Thursday. But Thursday is just Thursday and I am already tired with the pure dreariness of it, whereas Wednesday was wonderful.

    Wednesday was SO WONDERFUL that even walking around on the streets of NYC in the cold sleety/rainy/snowy mix, sloshing through combined water and slushy snow was a pleasure.

    I started out early at the Poughkeepsie train station (not all that early in fact, I took the 8:00 train),  With all the other intrepid citizens of Poughkeepsie who wanted to take the morning train I stood on the cold platform while the wind blew across the river, transforming our faces into sheets of ice, listening to the announcement that the 8:05 train was boarding on track #3, then listening to the announcement again and again as they announced that the 8:05 train for Grand Central was about to depart from track # 3, and we just stood there.  We stood there because the train lumbered up from the yards, slowed at the platform and the proceeded to continue past it another 150 yards.  Then the train stopped and sat there.  The train came back toward the platform again and passed us, heading back into the yards.  We continued to stand and freeze.  On its third pass the train finally stopped at the platform and the doors opened.  We boarded.  The train left.  All was well.

    I got into the city and trudged up to 108th Street to Crown Machine Service, where I dropped off my Elna.  They said it looked like a slow day (it was pretty unpleasant outside at that point) and they would call me in an hour to tell me when it would be ready. and I went back downtown.

    Then the fun began!

    I met Carolyn of diaryofasewingfanatic and Ann of Gorgeous Things for lunch. The lunch went way to fast for me.  It seemed like we were just beginning to talk and chat about fabric and blogs and all manner of sewing things when, poof, like Cinderella’s pumpkin, the clock had struck 12 and Carolyn had to leave. 

    Then Ann and I walked down to Metro Textiles to check out Kashi’s new store.  I had never been to Metro Textiles before, and I was pretty confident I would not go crazy and buy much fabric.  WRONG! 

    I thought I wanted the brown eyelet, just from the description, but when I saw it I knew it was not a brown for me.  It was much too warm of a brown and I need a deep dark cool brown, like the brown of really dark dark chocolate, or a rich brown with a bit of red or purple in it.  Oh well.  But before I could even think there was Kashi, pulling out fabric after fabric that would be just right for me.  And more often than not he was right.  He has an eye for looking at you and choosing the right colors, and he picks up on what you like and what you don’t tremendously quickly.   He has found another loyal fan.

    I think I got some of the same fabrics that Carolyn described:  a beautiful magenta and brown floral eyelet, the dotted fabric with the embroidery along one edge, and more.  I already had to lug my sewing machne home so I wasn’t about to carry fabric.  Besides "charge it" and "ship it" are two of my favorite phrases.   It may be a bit elitist of me, but the older I get the less interested I am in lugging things around.  I want to sail through life unencumbered, at least as much as I can get away with it,  and just have things arrive at home.

    And I got my "Metro Textile Pass"!.

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    It was only later, on the train home, when I was thinking about what a lovely day it had been and how much fun I had spending some time with Ann and Carolyn, that I realized that I had dragged my camera all around town but had forgotten to take any pictures.

  • Blue

    I know I told you that I went shopping at Leandro fabrics when I was in Tucson a couple of weeks ago.  I also promised to show off my purchases when they arrived.  Well, they arrived last week, but I was mired in the vicissitudes of life and did not get a chance to open the box and fondle the fabrics until today.

    They were worth the wait.

    You will notice that I was obviously in a blue frame of mind.  I don’t usually plan to buy fabric in a particular color, but it seems that as I wander through a fabric store on any given day, I tend to be drawn to one color or one color palette.   That Monday at Leandro Fabrics, the theme was obviously blue.

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    Both of these fabrics are by Armani.  The top fabric is a very soft drapey chenile made from a combination of fibers.  This fabric is on their website but the true color, at least on my monitor, is closer to this photo than the one shown over at Leandro’s place.

    I had originally gotten a swatch of this fabric two years ago, and I loved it then but couldn’t think of what to do with it.  I wavered back and forth and ultimately did not buy it.  Then I regretted the decision.  When I looked at Leandro’s website before traveling to Tucson I was surprised to see that the still had this fabric, and although I wanted to look at the actual fabric on the bolt again before making a decision, I knew that I would probably walk away with a piece.   

    While I was wandering around the store I saw the beige and blue jacquard stripe linen that is pictured under the chenille. The color is very subtle and it was difficult to photograph.  I am going to make a soft jacket with the chenille and the linen will be used for a pair of pants and although I haven’t picked patterns yet, I have an idea in my head of where I am heading with these pieces.

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    When I first saw this cotton I walked by it.  I liked it but I couldn’t picture it yet in my mind.  It didn’t take long before I was back fondling the sample.  This is going to be a simple summer skirt.

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    Continuing the blue theme, I also got this lovely double faced cotton stripe.  I don’t know exactly what it will be yet, a top of some sort, but beyond that impression no decisions have been made. 

    I am surprised that I have chosen so much blue this time, although none of these are true blues, which are not my best even though I am basically cool complected.  Usually I lean either toward the greens or the purples.

    But don’t worry, I didn’t get out of the store without at leas one piece of purple fabric:

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    This purple fabric is actually darker than it appears here.  I seem to have the most trouble getting purples to come out true on my camera.  The original is definitely deeper and duskier than what you see here.

    This is a very lightweight purple crepe with a nice texture.  I think it will be perfect for a fitted dress.  Since it is wool, and a darker color, I will wait until next fall before sewing this.

  • LOST

    It seems like that is what happened to last week.  I had plans.  I got lost.  Here we are in a new week and I am exactly where I was and the time is gone forever.

    I had planned to cut and sew a simple top from one of the Burda Magazines.  In my head I thought it was January 2007, but it was not.  I finally found it in the December 2006 issue.  Of course I had hidden the December issue in a stack of fabric (in anticipation of cutting perhaps?) and so the search took longer than necessary.

    This is the top:

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    It is pretty simple and even I should be able to produce this pretty quickly.  I am not that good at knits yet, and I can’t tell by looking if this pattern or shape will fit, so there will be at least one "muslin" in some kind of inexpensive knit.  This doesn’t bother me.  I can’t tell in a store either which tops will look fabulous and which will look just terrible.  With knits, the apparently subtle differences in cut and the stretch and drape of the fabrics all seem to make a difference.

    Or perhaps I am just difficult.

    At any rate, finally got the pattern traced and cut:

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    Now I at least have somethng to work with. 

    It is not that late, only after 10, but I am still suffering a little residual exhaustion from last week.  Or perhaps I have just lost that will to drive myself to exhaustion.  If I were ready for some actual sewing perhaps I would just leap right in.  With cutting out, even on knits, or especially on knits as they tend to have minds of their own and cling to themselves when I least expect it, cutting late at night is not a good idea.

    Besides, I am obsessed with getting a little further on a knitting project.

  • ReReading

    Started rereading Even Cowgirls Get the Blues today and I immediately fell back under its spell, savoring the words and the story and remembering past readings. It had been some time. The book was stored in a stack, not immediately visible as I am working on increasing and rearranging book storage facilities in the house. A chance remark brought it back to memory. For that I am thankful.

    I first read this book in 1977 in a college course on 20th century fiction. The reading list was diverse and difficult, much of it like nothing I had read before, completely foreign to me, and I struggled at first but came to love everything we covered. That course changed much of the way I looked at reading, although it never stole from the secret thrill of escaping into an imaginary world with an occasional bit of trash fiction. We read Beckett, Brecht, Jean Genet, John Barth, Tom Robbins, early Milan Kundera (The Book of Laughter and Forgetting), and, oh dear, I forget what else. Many of the books became permanent fixtures in my library and I read other works by the same authors. They are all old friends now. Ahh the path of memory is long and winding.

    I read Cowgirls that year, and then I read it again shortly after I graduated from college, probably in 1981 or 82. Somewhere in the late 80’s I lent it to someone, big mistake, I was still young and naïve then and would lend out books, most of which have never come back to me. I had to replace it so my current copy is newer. I read it at that time but probably not since. At that time I was trying to reduce the inventory of paperbacks in the house, a mission undertaken every few years as I have a tendency to hold on to all books. They aren’t all friends though. There are those books with which one never connects even if the tale is well told and the writing beautiful. There are the many books that are good for a one-time escape and then are forgotten, never bearing up to a second reading, and there are the books that are not so great in terms of literature or writing but hit a chord, bring up some forgotten memory or remind of us a particular time or place. The merit of these books is more than the book itself – it is the relationship, almost like a friendship, that has been formed. And of course there the books that can bear reading over and over, sharing something new with each rereading.

    You know, I rarely lend out books anymore, unless I know the person feels as I do about books, treats them as treasured friends and would never dream of not returning one. I don’t know many people like that. Occasionally I will lend something to the kids, but never anything that cannot be easily replaced. It seems the only books that come back are the ones that I wish would stay away, the mistakes or misbegotten gifts from others, books like WICKED which everyone I knew loved, and which kept coming back to me despite my deep disappointment in it.

  • Mid Week Update

    Finished All the Pretty Horses today. It was an excellent book, one I will read again I am sure and pause to savor bits and pieces. John Grady Cole and Lacey Rawlins were setting out for trouble from the beginning although they didn’t quite realize it. It was so painfully plain, not so much Rawlins, but Cole was one of those unfortunate young men, so right and yet at the same time so wrong. Trouble was destined to find him and even revolve around him, without his ever understanding how or why, much less seeing his responsibility in attracting it. I was sad to put the book down.

    I immediately started another though; the demands of the exercise bicycle are always present, after all. The new book is Sweetwater Creek by Anne Rivers Siddons, which promises to be quite different. I’ve not read any of Siddons books but the first couple of chapters of this one have drawn me right in – a huge change from the world of words I just left.

    Otherwise all has been mundane and hectic all at once. We moved the chairs in the family room on Monday with the goal of attempting to see how the room would work if they were actually in front of the fireplace. Of course this raises the issue of the television, and the stereo speakers as well. We ended up spending far more time than we initially thought, but have come up with three potential scenarios. The next step will be to plot some drawings on graph paper to check to see that things will fit and how before me make more decisions and start thinking about getting estimates for some work. I don’t see how anything will be accomplished merely by rearranging furniture. A minimum of a little electrical and carpentry work will be required, but not as extensive of renovation work as I had originally feared. I don’t think either one of is ready to start the whole contractor wheel going again, a little breathing room is required. Still I am feeling great hope, and far more excitement for the prospects in the family room and dining room than I have felt for some time. Still there are many things to finish before I get started on this project, including my sewing room closet; I STILL have not finalized the plans for that, much ordered the components. With Harvey coming for a visit the beginning of April, time is running short – I can’t use the guest room as a sewing closet and fabric storage area forever.

    The biggest suck on my time now is the office computer, which is dying a slow death. I should say it is just dead, but that is not completely true; we are keeping it going on life-support. An equipment swap was performed yesterday, just because the secretary had to have something to get through the day, but things are not going well. The scheduling program we used for 11 years disappeared a few years back and won’t run on any version of windows more recent than Windows 98. A constant bevy of phone calls and trips between offices seems mostly to drive my available time down to fragments and I see a future littered with interruptions and fixes, at least for the short term. Even buying a new computer won’t solve these problems. There are certainly days when running one’s own business, and being married to the boss, is a trial. Not that the boss is a trial, but I look back fondly on the days when I could close the door on the office in the evening and be truly “off duty”. What an interesting concept.

  • What to Have for Breakfast

    It seems I have spent a great deal of time this weekend pondering the subject of breakfast. On the surface it does not seem like a subject that would require much time in the way of thought: one rises, one eats, one gets on with the day. But, like many things, one’s initial impression of a subject does necessarily relate to the depths of the whole.

    I suppose my thoughts were prompted by musings on what to have for breakfast one morning. It is not as simple as it seems. If one cannot eat wheat, barley or rye, and the modern American breakfast consists of cereal or breadstuffs, what is left? There are eggs. But eggs get boring every day.

    As G has joined me in embracing a diet of fresh and freshly prepared basic foods, the subject is arising of how to plan breakfasts and lunches when one is not relying on the cereal box or the local deli and fast-food joint for one’s daytime nutrition.

    I am faced with the need to come up with a repertoire of basic breakfast foods that I can either prepare easily, or prepare in advance for working mornings, so that breakfast is a fairly easy, healthy, nutritious, and satisfying start to the day.

    We have several requirements.

    1. Since I have been keeping track of our daily nutritional intake, the breakfast should contribute to the nutritional input for the day in a positive way, providing at least some vitamins and fiber, not just empty calories.
    2. It should also be satisfying and comforting; we are not always particularly daring first thing in the morning although we have gotten into the habit of incorporating more fruit and more often vegetables into our morning routine. But although an omelet with leftover vegetables works with many things, what do I do when there are no suitable leftovers, or we are tired of morning omelets?
    3. There should be enough variety in the choices so as not to be totally dependent on leftovers but also not be boring. Although I love my Apple, Apricot, and Blueberry salad which I have for breakfast quite frequently, having it two or three times a week, every week, does get tedious. There are also times of year when the apple supply is less than thrilling such as now during this end of winter/not yet spring period, when the fall apples are old and the spring apples are not yet appealing.

    So what are our stock breakfasts now? The selection is rather slim. Most breakfasts seem to consist of some king of mishmash of leftovers. This week, when we got back from a trip and there were no leftovers, the choices were fewer. The breakfast menus that we come back to, time after time boil down to about two, plus a new one that I added this morning which looks like it can become a staple.

        Apple, Apricot and Blueberry Salad

        Scrambled Eggs with Soyriso and Greens (often beet greens but any other greens work)

    Oatmeal. I have successfully incorporated McCann’s steel cut oats into my morning routine with no adverse affects. Although I realize there are people who eat a bowl of oatmeal happily every day, I think I want a little more variety in my diet.

    And today’s new addition is:

        Ham sautéed with Hominy

    This morning we had a generous slice of ham, about 8 ounces total, or 4 ounces each, which I seared in a skillet. After I removed the ham I used a little chicken stock to boil up the ham bits and I added a can of hominy, rinsed and drained, to the skillet, which I warmed in the ham gravy and served on the side of the ham. This was very popular and easy and will probably become a standard choice.

    G usually has toast on the side with these breakfasts, I never was a big bread eater, and now that I can’t eat good bread, I am little inclined to eat most of the gluten free offerings I have tried, so I do without.

    There are things I would like to incorporate, namely:

    1. Pumpkin pancakes. Good and easy and I love pumpkin, but these alone with syrup only last about an hour or two before I get the shakes and have to eat something immediately to avoid passing out. Perhaps with a chicken sausage on the side or stewed fruit or both. This might be worth exploring.
    2. Egg Cakes are a variation on matzo brie that my family ate when I was growing up and which I have successfully adapted to gluten free cooking. They are heavy on eggs, but don’t taste like “eggs” to me so they might be a good choice if I can find some fruit or vegetable side to go with them just to increase the complex carbohydrate and fiber intake.
    3. Grits. I love grits but grits alone do not a good breakfast make. Grits and eggs are good, but again we get back to the fact that I get bored with eggs every morning.
    4. G loves leftover chicken fajitas for breakfast so perhaps I can come up with some variations on chicken fajita breakfasts with some easy side dishes, perhaps even grits.

    I can incorporate tortillas, beans, cheese, and greens as well as rice and potatoes. In reading about the history of breakfast foods it seems that historical American Breakfasts incorporated a much wider variety of foods than the modern American breakfast does. Apparently having leftover rice or greens was fairly common and I remember broiled tomatoes for breakfast, but then again perhaps that was a dish reserved for special occasions or brunch.

    So I have to get to work on some menu experimentation. If I have to come up with breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, I have to develop a collection of basic lunch and breakfast dishes I can fall back on easily without much work, or with a little advance or weekend planning so that something is always easily available on those more stressed and busy days.

     

        

  • It looks like a deck

    It seems as if I have been existing in a void of late.  Life is not empty.  My mind is not empty either; there are thoughts, but they are more like fireflies in the night, lighting up little pieces of time but not staying in place.  I cannot seem to pin them down with words.  And so I have been quiet.  Perhaps it is just the winter.  Perhaps it is some primal urge to hibernate and emerge with the flowers in the spring.

    And so I will give you an update on the construction project.  It looks like a deck and only little things remain.  But those little things add up to a lot of waiting and scheduling still to come.

    Fron the driveway, looking at the north side of the house:
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    And then continuing to the west side of the house and around, looking toward the south.
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    As you can see, the door has not been moved.  The new door will be on the North (left) and the old door will be raised to match the windows.

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    Then around the pool and looking along the living room and up toward the master bedroom:
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    If you look you can see that the master bedroom deck is still cantilevered off the house, as was the original deck.  The code will not allow for this and the deck is too flexible to be approved.  Footings will have to be poured and supports put in from below as well, and the underside of the deck will be framed in, so that no one can crawl up onto the pool deck from underneath.

    I will actually miss the look of the cantilevered decks, it looked so "right" with the style of the house, but we would never get approval or a certificate of occupancy so I suppose it has to be done sooner or later.  When the house was done, nothing met code, nothing was checked, this town had a reputation then for having an "anything goes" attitude.  Now the tide has swung in the opposite direction.

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    Looking Northwest from the master bedroom deck.  Even this one, which will not meet code is far sturdier and less bouncy than the original, which could mimic a diving board if one was ambitious in ones attempts at stomping around.

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    And the view from the living room deck in all its gray winter glory.

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  • Better than Chocolate? (almost)

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    I adore Laura Foster Nicholson ribbons.  Usually I buy them to use on some special gift another and I never indulge in any for myself.  But when I heard that they were on sale  through the end of February, I had to indulge.

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    I think the sale has been going on for a bit, and many of my favorites were gone, but there were still plenty of treats from which to choose.

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    Now, will I actually use these on some little treat for myself?  or will save them up and give them to someone special?

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