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Friday, October 11, 2019

Use Your Words October 2019 : I hate tomatoes.


Hey-O friends!
Today’s post is a writing challenge created by Karen @ Baking in A Tornado 6 participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words for someone else to use in a post. All words must be used at least once. All posts will be different as each writer has received their own original set of words. No blogger knows who received their words or in what direction the writer will take them. Until today.   

My words are from the very sweet Tamara @ Part-Time Working Hockey Mom  Thanks, Tamara! Those were challenging words, but I loved them!


My words: advocate ~ innate ~ fortify ~ entity ~ toys ~ shrieking

Pattern Story #11 I hate tomatoes.

I'm not talking about the tomatoes that fortify your body with lycopene and potassium (although I'm not crazy about those either.) I'm talking about the little cushions one uses in sewing to hold pins. (View A in the pattern photo below.)
Pattern Property of McCall Pattern Company 2016

When I was in sixth grade, our class participated in various skills units, like wood-shop, cooking, and sewing. There probably were others, but the sewing class definitely sticks in my mind, because I was TERRIBLE at it. I'm not kidding. For our first project, we were taught how to make our very own pin cushion in the shape of yes, a tomato. 

The teacher, Mrs. Hill, carefully showed us each step in creating the project, then held up her own blue ribbon-worthy, perfectly round tomato pin cushion. There may have been oohs and ahhs, I can't recall everything. Finally, we were off to make our own. I thought I followed every direction. I cut, stuffed, and wrapped the fabric and string just like the teacher did in her directions. Looking around the class, I saw other students holding up their red entities with pride. Me? I held up a mess of stuffed, stretched fabric and thread cut into too many pieces. I slowly walked up to Mrs. Hill and watched as she put her hands to her cheeks and shook her head in disgust dismay. 

By now, my classmates were finished shrieking in delight at their creations. They had succeeded with their ripe, perfect, probably-soon-to-be-thrown-in-the-trash-after-class projects and were ready to move on. I was cursing my innate inability to reproduce a fabric, sawdust-filled piece of fake fruit from perfectly given directions.  I must admit, my tomato resembled a red egg. Or, as Mrs. Hill put it, my pin cushion looked "like a flat, pet rock". Thanks for that, "Teach."

Mrs. Hill may not have been her correct name, It's been almost 40 years since I sat in that class. But today, I can close my eyes and see her disappointment in that squishy mess. In the days that followed, while the other children were off on their next projects (probably sewing life-like toys or 17th century costumes; I don't know,) Mrs. Hill, whose job was to be an advocate of both home-made goods and children, (thank goodness!) spent a chunk of her time helping me turn my "pet rock" into a somewhat familiar-looking red orb. Where is it now? I have no idea. Funny what you choose to remember. (and forget.)


I'd like to tell you that as a seamstress or as a teacher who gives directions to little ones that I've overcome the disdain I hold for those tomatoes, but I'd be lying. I've never made one since. My pins are kept in bowls where I can easily grab them. The cushions I've accumulated over the years have been tag-a-longs from eBay sewing-kits, antique stores, or Joann's.  The middle one in the photo above belonged to my husband's grandmother. (Okay, I actually love THAT one.)

So you might ask me, "Why/When/How in the world did you even start to sew after such a disastrous experience? You know the kind, Michele. The experiences where you can still remember small details 40 years later? The kind when you recall a particular failure, you feel the shame of it late at night?"

My only answer is that I learned to master it like anything else in my life. 
Out of spite.
:)

My REAL sewing buddy/pet rock, Tom. Tom-ato. Never forget.

Have a "fruitful" weekend friends,
Michele

Check out the other cool kids playing "Use Your Words" this month!
       Spatulas on Parade
       On the Border
       Climaxed     
       Part-Time Working Hockey Mom    
       

Friday, September 27, 2019

Funny Friday September 2019

Funny Friday, September 2019


Today’s post is this month’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.


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Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Dawn of Spatulas on Parade.






1. So, uh...are branches the new "JUUL"? (Don't Vape, Kids)


2. "Back in our day, we had school outdoors. We had to eat lunch at our desk AND whittle sticks to make our own pencils." (and walk uphill both ways.)


3. "Welcome to 'Building a Torch 101.' Snacks are provided." (Remember kids, torches are for lighting, NEVER for marching.)


4. "Have you ever heard of Voodoo Dolls? Let's just say that this stick is the part of my family tree I'm not happy with."


5. "Dammit, Adam. You're supposed to be building a fire for us. But, let me guess. You just HAD to eat more of that forbidden fruit, didn't you? I'm telling the big guy". -Eve, with her hands on her hips, probably.

Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:

Happy Friday, friends!

-Michele
           Baking In A Tornado
                    Spatulas On Parade  

Friday, September 13, 2019

Use Your Words: September 2019: Two Closets are better than one.

Today’s post is a writing challenge created by Karen @ Baking in A Tornado 6 participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words for someone else to use in a post. All words must be used at least once. All posts will be different as each writer has received their own original set of words. No blogger knows who received their words or in what direction the writer will take them. Until today.   

My words are from our lovely host, Karen@
https://Bakinginatornado.com 
 evidence ~ eggs ~ energy ~ enjoy ~ economy
 Thank you, Karen!


Pattern Story #9


Narrator: This winter on Lifetime:
 In a world...
Where 50 percent of all marriages end in divorce.
Where style and fashion are all around us and fabric choices are wide and abundant...
Where makeover shows are literally creating whole networks...

We follow six couples in crisis. Husbands that have lost their energy.  Wives who are on the edge of calling their relationships quits.

Can two people who used to enjoy the company of each other find connection again?
In this economy, can these marriages be saved?

Find out this and much more with both our marriage/therapy/style experts and the easter eggs we leave along all season.

Lifetime TV and you can help also solve these problems:

Can these couples rediscover love?

Will each spouse find evidence of their individuality again?

Is there enough style sense and ego in the world to know?

Tune in this winter to find out what these duos might discover ...

From the creators of "What Not to Wear Now" and "Project Runaway From my Closet!" and from the producers of "Our Multiple Marriages,"

Lifetime brings you:

*"Get Your Own Darn Wardrobe!!": the Marriage edition.
"Can our marriage be the same without us looking the same?"

Only this winter
and only on Lifetime.
1991 Butterick Company 

McCall Pattern Company NY 1985

Simplicity Pattern Company 1969


*Do you and your spouse literally share a closet? Write to us online and let us know if we can help you "Get Your Own Darn Wardrobe!". Lifetime.com. Name, participants and topics are subject to change.

Be you and have a wonderful. weekend, friends!
-Michele

Check the other participants out and see what words they got and how they used them.  
   

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
                       Baking In A Tornado
              Wandering Web Designer
                     Spatulas on Parade
                             On the Border   
                                  Climaxed              

Friday, August 30, 2019

Funny Friday: August 2019

Hey-O friends. 

Thanks for stopping by for today's post. On a personal note, I'd like to thank those of you who (on the blog and in private) sent their condolences after my Grandfather's passing. Your simple words of kindness meant and continue to mean so much. 



Funny Friday, August 2019


Today’s post is this month’s Funny Friday, a regular feature published on the last Friday of every month. Funny Friday is a collaborative project. Each month one of the participants submits a picture, then we all write 5 captions or thoughts inspired by that month’s picture. Links to the other bloggers’ posts are below, click on them and see what they’ve come up with. I hope we bring a smile to your face as you start your weekend.


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Here’s today’s picture. It was submitted by Karen of Baking In A Tornado.




1. Old MacDonald found a beach, E. I. E. I. O.


2. "We do not think this means what you think it means." -every fish farmer, probably


3.  "Hey Jim! I'd love to meet up Saturday morning. How about on the beach at 8? Oh, and don't forget to bring that cute John, dear! Love, Barbara"
After re-reading Barbara's note, Farmer Jim realized two mistakes. One, he needed to pay better attention to grammar. Two, Jim needed to have a serious talk with his twin brother, John.
4. This is what happens when you find your dream "surfer dude" on FARMERSONLY.COM


5. "Hello, Animal Control? There is a loose "Deere" on the beach."


Click on the links below and let some other bloggers make you smile:

          Baking In A Tornado
          Spatulas on Parade  
             


Have a wonderful weekend, friends!
-Michele

Friday, June 21, 2019

Fly on the Wall June 2019

Welcome to the June Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 5  bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes...


Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Buzz on over!

A cast of characters:
Me
The Man
Alexandra (daughter)
Christian (oldest son)
J. (the teenager)

At an appointment:
Doc: "I'm going to start you on this new medicine. Warning: It's not cheap."
Me: (looking at the name) "Hey, this is good. My husband makes this! Thankfully, it will be free."
Doc: (worriedly) "Um, what do you mean, 'He makes this?'"
Me: "He works for the company that makes that drug. A perk is that we get those prescriptions free. Why?"
Doc: "Whew. I thought by the way you said that he was making drugs in the basement. I was panicking there for a moment."
Me: "Nah. We only make crack in the basement." (joking, people.)
***

At the eyeglass store:
Kid at the counter: "Do you know Alexandra?"
Me: "Yes, she's my daughter."
Kid at the counter: "It's uncanny. you two look a lot alike."
Me: "We get that a lot"
Kid: (staring closely now) "It's weird...you look just like her except MUCH older."
Me: Thanks. A bunch.
***
We had the grandkids stay overnight:

See that adorable photo of the three of them? See how they look like they're almost asleep? Hahahahahahahaha. No chance.
Me: "Mark! We're so old. I don't remember the kids staying up this late. Are you tired?"
The Man: "I'm exhausted. Doesn't it feel like the longest day? The grands have so much energy."
J. : (rolling his eyes). Guys. It's only 8 o'clock.
***
Roaring Bubbles?
We've been wanting a hot tub for a LONG time. Usually, this is where I'd say. "By we, I mean ME!", but The Man is right there with me on this one. My doctor said we can write off the taxes we pay on it due to my "condition".  Let me tell you this is a first for a positive spin on that excuse! Anywhoo, we had to wait for the right time with money and added electricity, (also, money) but finally the day came and it's here. No joke this time. We can't wait to use it. After another trip to Michigan...
Water (and soul) therapy
***
Going back to the mitten:
I went back home in April to say goodbye to some special people thinking it would be a minute before I'd be back. However, my sweet grandpa Bonney passed on Tuesday morning. It always hurts when family passes, but I count myself as extremely blessed. I'm almost fifty and I had a grandpa this long. I cherish sweet memories of him. He was a hard-working father, grandpa, great-grandpa, and great-great-grandpa. His biggest wish was to join my grandma (his lovely wife) in heaven. I only cry for selfish reasons of not having him here. I know that he is dancing with grandma in heaven; likely with his own mama and papa watching over him.


Wrap your arms around your loved ones, friends.
See you next month.
-Michele



Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

Baking In A Tornado                  https://www.BakingInATornado.com
Never Ever Give Up Hope             https://batteredhope.blogspot.com
Menopausal Mother                     http://www.menopausalmom.com/
Spatulas on Parade                     https://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com
Bookworm in the Kitchen            https://www.bookwormkitchen.com/

Friday, June 14, 2019

Use Your Words: June 2019 When are we?

Today’s post is a writing challenge created by Karen @ Baking in A Tornado 9 participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words for someone else to use in a post. All words must be used at least once. All posts will be different as each writer has received their own original set of words. No blogger knows who received their words or in what direction the writer will take them. Until today.   

My words are:
dealership ~ bottle ~ door frame ~ suit of armor ~ counter 
They were submitted by: the lovely Dawn @ https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/   
Thank you, Dawn!!


pattern property of Simplicity Pattern Company Inc.

***** 

Pattern Story #8

The year of our Lord 1451
My dearest Odilia,                                                                                                                            
Bad news has shocked me to my very core. Bennett informed me yesterday that Beatrice was taken by the plague. I pray for thou, she was the last person to die in our village. As you asked, I made my journey to the apothecary and added to our stockpile. The paths were bustling with merchants who wearily yelled at peasants. They too were trying to replenish their goods, from apples and grain to bottles of wine. There were faces among us I had not witnessed in nearly 8 years.  

I was left to the final task of my sojourn. To acquire a new horse. On the way to the horse manors, I found myself halted by one of the King's officers in an exquisite suit of armor. He searched my bag for what he said was stolen gold, but of course, Dear Odilia, he found none. I was free to retake my path. As I arrived at the first manor, I made my way through the door frame of an open barn, a sense of nostalgia overwhelmed my being. It has been 5 years since buying our family's last horse. I paid off thy borrowing in less than 25 fortnights. I approached the counter of horses and coin and described the stallion I most preferred. I will arrive home soon with one onyx colored stallion. We shall owe a lease of 7 coins a month, in total 264 coins. I count this day productive and I await thy homecoming.
I pray thee well,
Yours, Leopold 
*****
Leo,
The Renaissance Fair has been over for 3 weeks. Give it up already. I take from your note that you hit the pharmacy, the grocery, and only what I assume as the Ford dealership. Dinner's in the fridge.  I have Pilates with Beatrice. I'm sure she'll love to know you killed her in your note. 
See you at 10. This century, hopefully.

Ps. It sounds like you got another ticket. Really, Leo? The checkbook is on the table.

-O*d*e*l*i*a  We've been married forever. THIS is how my name is spelled!




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Friday, May 24, 2019

Fly On The Wall May 2019: Young at Heart

Welcome to the May Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 5  bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes...


Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Buzz on over!

The cast:
Mark: the man
Me
Alex: Oldest daughter
J.: The teenager
Christian: son (21)
3 grandkids :)

Young at Heart:
***
I'm not sure if it's because the man and I are now grandparents, or if we've always been this way, but I've decided the adults in our family often act like kids; in the best way.
Here are a few examples from the blur that has been Spring:

After Easter, I found a 12-pack of Bunny Ears that I forgot to use. Mark and I, our three kids and 3 grandkids put them on (because, BUNNY EARS!) After 5 minutes, the little ones and the teenager (not cool, man!) took theirs off. The adults, however, kept them on for the remainder of the night. One of us almost wore hers to bed.


Only serious adults wear Bunny Ears.

***
For a million reasons, I haven't been back to my hometown in years. A lot has been going on back there, so Mark and I decided to fly out to Michigan for a short 48 hours. For health reasons, I haven't enjoyed making that long flight. Mark surprised me and upgraded our tickets to first class. WooHoo! Although I'd like to think it was for me...


Priorities
Mark: "Isn't this nice? Watch closely as I put this tea away and enjoy 17 Bloody Marys". 

For me, having a restroom so close and being able to move around made the flight much more pleasant. I'm sure that the other "regular first-classers" weren't thrilled to watch Mark and I trade up our pretzels and almonds like they were marbles or golden treasures. 
Me: (later, out loud) "A warm washcloth and Ben and Jerry's for dessert? Where has first-class been all my life?"
***
Even though our time at home was short, I was able to accomplish most of what I came for. Including stopping at my childhood mall to see if the large bronze hippopotamus still existed. And it did. It's the little things, people.

Priorities 

***
Me: (Yelling downstairs) "Hey Mark? Can you help me move this desk?
Mark: "Yes, in about an hour. I have some things to finish up with work."
The teenager: (5 seconds later)"Hey Dad? How does this video game work again?"
(all I hear is running)

Priorities

***
Our foster granddaughter's birthday party fell on Mother's Day. I asked my daughter if she was okay celebrating it at our house on that day. She was thrilled. Plus, I promised the granddaughter a dinosaur cake. I wasn't able to find a "dinosaur bones" mold, even though I swore they existed. Five craft stores and one disappointed grandma later,  Christian used some fondant and created the bones. He's the real MVP. I'll always be amazed at the incredible abilities of my children.


I put crushed cookies and graham crackers on top so the kids could go looking for bones. Mark and I figured the granddaughter would love it since he and I had so much fun trying it out first.

They seemed to like the cake!

She found the bones and the boys ate them.

***
See that small table in the bottom right corner of the next pic? That was for the grandkids. Notice that they aren't at any table during the birthday craft time. Instead, the rest of us (minus the teenager) were engrossed in coloring wood dinosaurs.



***
The culmination of the day was to be a "paleontologist" and carefully break open an egg (made of plaster) to find a toy dinosaur inside. It was 10 times harder than any of us thought. We eventually opened all of the eggs, but it was a ton of work. Alex's face says it all.
"Thanks, mom, for this super fun idea."

***
Mark made a run to the store and asked if I needed anything. I told him I'd love a candy bar. I know I shouldn't eat them, but I'm weak, man!
Mark: "What kind do you want?"
Me: "I don't care. Just something chocolate."
After shaking his head at my indecision, he left for the store and returned with a big smile. He poured out a bag of various chocolates as if whatever he brought home would be wrong.
Trying not to take offense, I look at the pile. 
With the most serious face, I ask, "Where are the Almond Joys??"

Again people, priorities. 


Are you young at heart? Let me know in the comments.
Have a sweet weekend, friends. 
-Michele

Buzz on over and visit other participants of this month's Fly :)


                  Baking in a Tornado
                  Never Ever Give Up Hope
                  Menopausal Mother
                  Spatulas on Parade
                  Bookworm in the Kitchen


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