Happy Thanksgiving 2017!

All hands on deck, we have a feast to prepare!  Rolls!
 Potatoes!
 Okay, so maybe not ALLLL hands.  Having her close would meal ALL hands on deck.  She has long arms that move quickly and have a gorilla grip.  We'll just park her here and hope it lasts longer than 30 seconds so we can work on this feast!  (Oh, and this is her "new" vintage highchair from my friend, Jana. Isn't it lovely!  Thanks, Jana!)  Wishing you all a very happy Thanksgiving!

Thankful

Thankful to live in a state with Fall-like Novembers.  Because if not, would there be apple crisp in my wood cookstove?


This girl and these ducks

This girl rolls out of bed and pretty much does a running/racing/galloping/skipping roll call of all of her animals, indoors and outside.  Morning snuggles!
 I thought I was not going to be a fan of these ducks, but I love them afterall.  Not only are they hilarious to watch, but she loves them too. 

Planning ahead


This week's agenda...

A big helping of:

Thanksgiving prep.
Family.
Chapter books.
Stitching.
Long walks.
Wood fire.
Baby snuggles.
R&R...

Been going full speed ahead lately. This week is for slowing down.

Ramblings

I am in deep, deep, deep into this paleontology project.  Probably over my head.

I asked. I received. 

I'm teaching sewing at a county wide 4-H event this weekend. I need to have these sewing machines working and ready to go.  I tell you, this is probably impossible. Especially since my day tomorrow is taken up with a whole host of other volunteer gigs.

5 donated sewing machines were dropped off at my house for me to get into working order by this weekend.  I just spent two hours taking apart a non working Pfaff from 1986.  Working now! (go me!) She's a beauty, a great sewing machine for learning since she has speed controls.  She's won a place in my heart.

I got to the next one. No bobbin.  I do not have that size bobbin.  Great.

And then I go onto the next one.  I did a little "oof" when I picked it up. It's heavy. Really heavy. It's a dinosaur.  Probably a brontosaurus.  I'm pretty sure it's from well before my grandmother's time. I opened it and may have gasped.  I think that's more than a two hour project.  Good bye brontosaurs.  Not today. 

Reminds me of the sewing machine I learned on.  My grandmother's knee control one. I bet that was an allosaurus. I loved that thing.

And then the good ol' singer. The one she got for her anniversary. Probably a brachiosaurus.  I used to use that thing until it overheated, smoked. Had to pace myself with that one. It's still at my dad's house. So many good memories. I stitched a number of outfits for the 4-H fashion shows back in the day.  It was the 80s. You can imagine the interesting creations I came up with.  I also had a scrunchie business.  Remember scrunchies?  One to match every outfit. That was the goal.

Because my machine kept overheating, I then borrowed a machine.

Then for my sweet 16, my dad got me not a car, but something that I wanted even more.  My loyal, faithful and dependable companion. My sweet Janome.  We have spent hours upon hours together. I love her so.

Truth is, even if I don't get all of these sewing machines fixed up before the weekend, my faithful and true Janome never lets me down. I'll bring her along and another child can learn on her.  Guessing nearly 40 kids have learned to so on her thus far. Although I have (*cough*cough*) 4 Janomes now, this one pictured below, the one my dad gave me, may always be my BFF.
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As for those other dinosaurs of sewing machines? Wish me luck.  Maybe one of these days I'll get them all up and running.

Garden 2017: Update 5


Hey, I grew that.  See that meal? That was hand raised and home grown and homemade.  I did that. 

This is what keeps me going.
I have a love/hate relationship with gardening. Initial attempts gardening on this farm yielded a sparse production due to soil quality. I hauled loads of manure and made heaps of compost.  Soil now is top notch. 

However, the insects.  Those nasty little creatures. I cannot even deal with the destruction so rapidly. 

What I really need to do is start another whole garden so I can rotate. I'm pretty certain there are eggs from pests laid in the garden all ready for next year. I just want to squash them all!

I keep on keeping on.

Looking back, it is amazing that I had a baby on April 24th and planted my 40ft x 40ft garden almost immediately after. I don't know how I did that! While I did plant the garden, I didn't weed much and I didn't water at all.  Yield was about half of what the previous years were. I lost track of the exact number, but I grew ~400 pounds of food.  Not my top year by far, but not so bad either, especially since most was done with an infant in my arms.  Something is better than nothing!

Pictured above are the last flowers before frost and broom corn (my first go with that). We've still been eating salads with fresh homegrown greens.I have a bowl of parsley on my counter now, ready to be made into tabbouleh. I've canned and frozen and dried as much as life with a newborn allows.  While the stuff I grew won't tide is over until next year like last year's harvest did, we still will have some home grown goodness mid winter.  To me, that's cause for celebration.

Babies!

The top 3 of our trip to Florida? 
-Celebrating life and witnessing my brother recovering from his horrific accident. Such a miracle.
-The two bigs learned how to swim without lifejackets in their grandparents pool, with grammy watching.
-Being able to meet my new sweet nephew, who is so easy to love. Aren't these two so precious?! 

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