Brown sandwich bags and lots of chocolate and sweets with the odd trinket here and there. Chewing gum from Nashville (quite exotic if you're from 'round here) and today little badges. In one of the bags there are three packets of salt and vinegar flavoured crickets..... he he he... I wonder if they'll have the courage...
The husband got beer (chosen by 'moi' with the very scientific method of 'which ones have the prettiest labels')
(Do you think that 'someday' someone will think of giving me an advent calendar? .... sigh...)
- First of all this week I can officially say that winter has arrived... I know I said I was cold before... but now I have the official proof:
Lost stuff! I love it!! Which doesn't sound good and probably isn't... I should probably stop now before it gets worse, but I find myself smiling every time I see something abandoned and forlorned on the pavement or on a park bench... It makes walking the dog much more exciting though. And it's not that I'm happy that people have lost them... it kind of looks to me as the objects are alive... and calling for help. Don't you think if they could they would? I mean, a pair of gloves on a bench it's nowhere near as emotive as one lone glove on a bench.
No? Just me?
I'm trying to restrain myself and not pick the stuff up... but wouldn't it be super cool set up a museum of lost things? "The museum of loss".
All this is a total hypocrisy I realise... when the boys (or I...) lose things I get rather annoyed... at the moment we're missing a pair of new school tracksuit bottom and a rugby padded shirt. All named but lost/gone/disappeared nonetheless. Please check your kids games bags tonight for them?
Today's post is part of "I-don't-know-why-I-didn't-think-of-this-before" Monday.
I taped a quickly handwritten list of all the spices/condiments I have on the inside of the cupboard door. No more repeat purchases, no more last minute 'I thought I had that' panics, no more spice avalanches when I'm checking to see if I have something or not. I'm sure Martha Steward would say I should have made it prettier.
When I opened my fruit box this week I found these babies:
Persimmon. (Or Sharon fruit... but 'persimmon' is so much nicer, don't you think?)
Now, I''m not a great fun but, if I have to be totally honest, l should say that the last time I tried one I was measuring my age in single digits...
My mum on the other hand loves them; not that she eats them that often either... but whenever I see them I think of her, which is kind of weird but it's one of those association that is set as concrete in my mind.
I decided to be all grown up about it and act out all the preachings I give the kids when confronted with new food... I'd give persimmons a try.
But how?? On went google. Pathetic I know, I actually googled 'how to eat persimmons'. Doh. Don't tell my children, please. And this is what I discovered: 1) there are two types of persimmons,' fuyu' have a rounded bottom and are best eaten when only slightly soft, sliced or in salads. The other type is 'hachiya', they have a more elongated shape and have to be super ripe/soft/squishy in order to be eaten. They can be bakes and used in cakes. 2) Persimmons are high in beta carotine and minerals such as sodium, magnesium, calcium and iron. 3) Studies have found that they also contain a much higher level of dietary fibres than apples for examples.
Who would have thought they're so good for you!
And they're so pretty.
Mine are of the hachiya variety so I'll have to wait till they get really soft before I try them... I'll keep you posted.
Today Mr M had to work, so I took the car and drove. Not towards sunset, but towards The Hermitage, home of US president Andrew Jackson. Just me, a loud radio set on the local country music station and a sat nav that got me stuck in crazy football traffic. The Nashville Titans played at home and two hours before the game it was already a nightmare...
It was fascinating insight into a slice of American history; from what I gather he was a war hero against the British, sighted with the North. Next, but still owned a plantation with slaves, and by all accounts he wasn't very nice to the local American Indians. He was a self made man, devoted to his wife, had fostered about 19 children, loved to entertain, his home was always open and ran a very successful plantation.
And he had a gorgeous home (sadly no photos were allowed inside)
It was an amazing day weather wise, warm and bright...
I even got to pick cotton!
On the way back I may or may have stopped in Anthropologie for a stop of retail therapy... But that's for me to know and ya'll to guess...
I'm posting from Lynchburg TN which we haven't seen yet as we arrived when it was already dark due to a total lack of maps and complete ignorance of American time zones... I have no idea anymore of what time is it, or should be or was ... Nothing. Is it summer time? Eastern time? Central time?
Is it time to go to bed yet????
Today we mooches slowly from Atlanta towards Nashville.
We pit stopped in Chattanooga (of choochoo traine fame) where we stumbled upon the craziest shop ever. Yarn and books everywhere in a total and utter mess!
I didn't, but I'm a bit slow like that. According to their website... Established in November 2011, Wovember is both a celebration of wool and a campaign for clearer labelling and descriptions of garments. Team Wovember comprises Kate Davies, Felicity Ford and Tom van Deijnen.
I don't claim to be a master knitter (that would be false advertising) but I do enjoy working with wool and enjoy wearing wool so I'm a fan of their petition and campaigning. Don't you think that the warmth of a woolly jumper is so much 'warmer' than the warmth of a synthetic fleece? Sure you do! Don't you hate when it's label say 'knitted' and it's done in crochet? Sure you do! or when it says an item is made of 'wool'... and it contains something like 3%? Sure you do!
Anyway, I'm knitting. Slowly because that's the only way I know how, but I am. Every night.
And my little shawl is getting bigger.
(Textured Shawl on Ravlery, more details to follow... must empty the drier now... sigh...)
I don't normally post on a Saturday, but it's November... and if you're a serious blogger in November you post everyday.
Actually what I just said qualifies for totally rubbish statememt of the day. What's a serious blogger anyway... and the November thing... I can't remember when it started. (AKA as NaBloPoMo, National Blog Posting Month, must be an American thing). It's lost in the fogs of time. Anyway, nothing like a challenge right? Especially when I'm away next week and don't know if I'll find wifi where I'll be...
Back to real life....Given that my sister will move into the house and look after the beasts, I though I might tidy up a little... my studio in the worst state it's ever been and I know that realistically I have no hope to sort it out in time so I'll probably just shut the door and lock it, BUT whilst attempting the impossible I've unearthed a couple of quilt tops. Unquilted.
The first one is this one:
Smallish (40" by 40something"). Lap top big enough for me and Lilli, because she only sits on your lap when you're under a quilt. Weird dog.
Big hexagons (5") in classical formation.
My favourite fabrics, old and new, because I've decided that keeping stuff for the sake of it it's totally bonkers. I'll enjoy them much more if they're on my lap in quilt form.
Don't you agree?
I also discovered that y seams are not all that hard, and that playing with big hexagons is so much fun I can foresee many more of these in the future.
Solids... oh yes, one in solids.
And one in low volume/muted fabrics for that sophisticated look that occasionally I feel I deserve.
The baby hasn't shown his/her face yet. Mum is being induced today.
I was induced with my first child and I remember the feeling well. Excitement yes, a little pull of disappointment things didn't happen on their own... but most of all an overwhelming desire of finally seeing this little thing I'd been carrying for so long.
And just in case it's a boy (as all the baby in this family have been so far...) here's the other quilt:
Such a cute and simple project.
It kind of makes me want to have another one... Except they don't stay little for long and then they turn into big smelly boys who never make their beds, are unable to put laundry into the laundry basket, refuse to brush their teeth and eat constantly, to name but a few.
I'm off carving pumpkins - apparently - and then to the swimming pool.