Hello dear friends! I hope this post finds you all fit as a fiddle and right as rain! I'm sitting by the fire today and just enjoying having some leisurely time before Spring returns and all the busyness that it entails comes once again. We had a bit of snow recently and it was so welcome as the whiteness brightened the house after so many days of grayness. I've lived in eight decades so far, yet the thrill of snowfall has never left me. Well, to be truthful, I don't remember much of the 1950s or how I felt about them, except for some home movies of my father pulling me on a sled. But I wasn't crying, so I must have enjoyed it. Ha! I never understood why people hate winter so much, but then I grew up much further north than where I live now and winter was part of our lives for a good seven months of the year, so I guess it was just part of my DNA. Winter is the time of year when I can work on creative endeavors and spend time pipe dreaming. Do you ever pipe dream? My big lifetime fantasy has always been to live in a 200-year-old log cabin off-grid in the middle of a forest. Unfortunately, I have never been able to live anywhere I could make such a dream come true as my husband's career always led us to areas where such things didn't exist and if they did, we never had the funds to make it happen, but I always managed to make home as close to that as possible. And it's probably just as well. I was poking around on Zillow the other day, just to see what sort of land I could afford and all the plots of land in middle of forests had shots from trail cams of the wildlife in the area. I don't think I want to live where bobcats are just outside my door! And seeing how much damage a few deer can do to a garden, I can only imagine how much more an elk or moose would do! I guess village life is the right fit for me, even if I detest the small-town politicking that goes on. But I still continue to imagine myself into that cabin, even if it is just a pipe dream. Jesus says that the Father has prepared a place in Heaven for us that is many mansions, but I hope He allows me just one little humble cabin in the woods. Minus the bobcats!
Anway, if you stuck with me through that rambling nonsense, I did manage to do some productive things this month. Someone once asked me where I store my canning equipment and I replied I don't. It is ever-present. This past week I got around to canning all my remaining winter squashes.
Had been putting that chore off as long as I could. Squashes certainly are hard on the hands. BTW, I've mentioned this before, but these Butterscotch squashes (seeds are available from Pinetree Gardens) will make a squash lover out of anyone. They are remarkable sweet, better than any pumpkin. Every time I roast one up, I'm astounded by their flavor!
I also baked some date nut bread. For some reason, in my mind dates and winter are intertwined. Probably because the only time we ate any was at Christmas when my mother baked the best date pinwheel cookies ever. Anway, these little quick breads are a nice change from our usual oatmeal for breakfast, especially if you spread them with a dab of cream cheese. Rather than bake one big loaf, I bake two small loaves and freeze one. When I bake pies, I try to bake a few small tarts from the scraps of pie crust and filling and freeze them also. Then when we have a nice assortment of such things squirreled away, we bring them out and have ourselves a proper Victorian tea. It is one of the ways we bring a bit of gentility to our humble little life.
Speaking of gentility, I have never understood the idea that some things are "too good" for us mere common folks. The other day my friend brought over a can of beer to drink while she chatted with us, (she's a hoot!) and I asked her if she would like a glass. "Oh no" she said, "that's too good for me." What a glass is too good for you? Well, Ran got out one of his pilsners for her anyhow, and she was tickled to be treated so royally. Ha! The glass cost an entire quarter from the thrift store! Another neighbor stopped by as we were sitting down to lunch, we asked her to join us, as she asked, "do you live like this always?". We were confused about what she was talking about, then she explained, "you know, with tablecloths and napkins and china and silverware." Just because you are poor doesn't mean you have to live poorly. Real plates cost probably less than a package of paper plates when you buy them from a thrift store. And they are reusable too! Ditto for cloth napkins. And you even make them from fabric scraps from the old scrapbag. How many things do you have sitting in cupboards and closets that you are saving for special occasions? Get them out and use them! Life goes by so quickly; every day is a special occasion! Live life richly, you are worth it!
Speaking of scrapbags, this month I'm treating myself to some fun little projects after December's "slogfest" of finishing up big and boring projects.
A small, quilted piece that's pattern came from a thrift store. Just to prove to you all, that I can make something other than a four-patch quilt. Ha! Here's a closer look:The pattern came as a kit from a quilt shop and had a price tag of $25! I paid a dollar for it at the thrift store, and I still had to rob Peter to pay Paul, to finish it. I would have been really disappointed if I had paid that much for the kit. Anyway, it brings a bit of brightness to the winter decor without screaming Christmas. The house always looks a bit empty after the holidays.Here's a closer look at my crazy quilt slippers.
I might have the world record for postponing a project. When I looked at the envelope for the pattern it was postmarked 1990! I always get around to my projects even if it takes me over thirty years! It was a fun project once I got around to sewing them. Wonder why I put them off so long? And it used up lots of those itty-bitty scraps of the Civil War repro fabrics I couldn't bear to toss and lots of scraps of vintage lace. That little woolwork project came from a pattern I tore out of magazine from the 90s also. I changed the colors to make it look it more prim. The original pattern was done in pinks and purples. Blech!
And rather than buy Ran a Valentine, I made him this sampler:
I had all the floss on hand, and I just used a scrap of linen that came from the thrift store (of course). It reads, "Come sit down...Just me & You". One of the ways we live richly is just to sit down together with a cup of coffee in a pretty teacup and talk. You'd be surprised at how much two people that have just been sitting and talking for half a century have to discuss. Well, this blog and the comments you make is my way of sitting down, just me and you, and talking. I enjoy our little "banter" and perhaps someday we will all meet in my little cabin in the woods and we can sit down and have a real conversation. Until then, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. I always respond. Hope you have a lovely and "rich" week!Hugs
Jane