Monday, October 20, 2014

florally speaking

I'm pretty sure I am, or was, a flower child.  
I love plants and flowers and all that goes along with. 
Starting from seed, saving from the dumpster, separating, harvesting, drying, eating.
My world must be filled with green and blooms. 
I said to Shaun this morning, "I can't believe we haven't had a hard frost yet".
Meaning I still have flowers and herbs on my porch steps.
And under the porch and in the garden.
Can you name what each of my plants pictured are?

This color scheme reminds me of something.... the seventies perhaps!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

bellbuckle tn craft fair

As you may or may not know... the annual BellBuckle craft fair is this weekend.  This year (so far) there are eight of us going in two vehicles.  I am so super excited... I've changed my mental outfit three times.  Goodness knows what I will end up wearing that morning.  We are due to have perfect weather starting out a little cool then warming up with partly sunny skies to around seventy degrees.  My sister and I figured that we have been in attendance, apart for maybe one or two years, at the craft fair for at least twenty six years... maybe more.  I know we were going when I was a teenager and, with me turning forty one this Saturday (yyyaaahhh!), that was a good twenty five years ago.  Needless to say... we are pros.  I have my list ready to go of things to look for so I possibly don't come home with only a picture of something I want.  I've got my taste buds all warmed up for the turnip greens and white beans from my favorite food booth.  We already pretty much know where we will park... all we have to do is get Aunt Dea here from Florida and pick up Granny... both of whom are newbies to the BellBuckle TN craft fair.  If you are too I suggest you look it up and head there this Saturday.  It is loads of fun to trot from booth to booth and get lemonade and kettle corn and see what new holiday trends are.... the works I tell ya!!!

Here are pictures form last year of just how much fun we have!  

What can I say?  She loves a good clean port-o-john!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

the reds

I don't know what it is about the color red lately.
Yesterday I mentioned a leaf hunt at the DC and could think of only red leaves.
I am suddenly drawn to it not knowing why because red is not my signature color at all.  
Every time I wear it my face drains of all color.  
So why not just have a look see.. hmm?

Grandeur Over the Knee Boot
Delicious boots from freepeople.
That I would never afford. 

Scrumptious wallpaper from indiansummer blog.

Sun Safe Hat
Even though summer is gone for this year, a good summer hat at a good price
is always welcome... especially the color.... aaahhhhhh.
Found on clearance at shopterrain

Don't know if I could deal with "super skinny" jeans but for sure red skinnies.
Found at H&M

I love the splashes of red, especially the last picture with the roses 
and floral pillow from this post on indiansummer.
Can you tell I have a slight obsession with their blog?

Red and Blue Beaded Tribal Stripe Bracelet
I have a favorite beaded cuff that would look lovely with a 
dab of red on a neighboring bracelet.
Found at

 And here is where the obsession really started..... the velvet mirror at the flea market.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda....

These last few pictures are all original Laurie... taken at the flea market a few weeks ago.

 And let us not forget the chenille bedspread that I seem to have blocked out getting rid of.
I must have been temporarily out of my mind.  
This was my guest room in my house before I married Shaun.
The only evidence is this picture I posted on flickr.

You know those days when you get the mean reds?
 The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
 No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
 Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Isn't it just dreamy? 

Monday, October 13, 2014

a sunday afternoon

Sunday morning I was in a fog.  It was one of those mornings, and into the early afternoons, when I really didn't have much to do and at the same time could have come up with a long list of things that needed to be done.  But my soul seemed a little sad and ignored.  I haven't felt crafty in a while, or in tune with nature, or at one with my kitchen.  Everything has seemed so routine instead of fun lately.  I decided to go online for a moment which thanks goodness can be full of inspiration.  Luckily, I found it.  A small weaving project that luckily I already had all the ingredients for... I just needed to go outside for the stick frame.

I found a couple of sticks, in the shape of a Y, pretty close to the house.  Honestly they just didn't seem sturdy enough for what I needed them for.  So I searched on.  

Kate and I went towards the woods and to my delight our path was no longer grown up and was very walk-able.  I guess all those evenings of taking Black Rose into the woods paid off.  So we trotted on.  It was pretty muddy so we ventured to the left instead of the right that would lead us down to the creek.

 I suddenly knew why we made a left.  Not only did we find a great branch with lots of Y's but also the little persimmon tree told us that a lot of her fruit was ready to be picked.  I tasted one off the ground and after looking up decided I needed the four wheeler to stand on for the rest.  We headed back to the house.

I quickly looked up a recipe or two to get an idea of how many I needed and if we may have enough.  I came across a recipe for persimmon bread.  At this point I remembered the baskets of apples and pears that Uncle Randy brought me and Granny last week.  I decided to try out the recipe for apple bread instead that I mentioned to you a couple of weeks ago.  

After the bread was in the oven, and needed an hour to cook, Kate and I snagged the side by side and headed back to the persimmon tree.  I stood in the back and wound up picking a maybe two cups worth which isn't much enough to make anything with.  I decided to freeze them and go back next weekend to pick more when the rest are ripe enough.  

We got back to the house and I finally sat on the front porch in one of the rocking chairs to work on my weaving project.  It was so nice to relax and work with my hands for a bit surrounded by my friends, Tommy, Kitty, Kate and Cotton... who came running across the front yard to join the fun.  

I finished my project after supper and Shaun and I enjoyed the apple bread for dessert.  It turned out delicious and I will say that Shaun isn't a huge sweet eater but had two pieces of the bread!  
My soul at last felt good and full too.  I tapped into my craftiness, nature and the nourishment of working in my kitchen to create something delicious.  

Inspiration for branch weaving from freepeople blog

Inspiration and recipe for  the fantastic apple bread found on