The Whole Truth

Gentle Readers,
I know all you faithful readers remember my neverendingreno Studio.  I've been working in there a lot lately doing my new job.  I realized all the things left to do were things I was supposed to be doing: painting trim, door, and window.  Oops!  However, since I started my new little job, things have taken a turn for the worse in there.  To wit:

More evidence:

I can't even get near that back wall to paint it.

Notice how nicely my crafty things go with my work things.  That's a snazzy filing box cabinet on the chair!

My shelf thingy I bought at Michaels heavily discounted is nice and neat though.

The other end of the room is still calm and peaceful.

My comfy chair is still there.

A pretty pink chandelier overlooks the chaos.

I have a lovely mirror over there too.

I can gaze at my new mantra from my comfy chair too. sorry Winston. I got this for a song at my favourite store HomeSense.  Literally.  They gave it to me so I would stop singing.

Have you ever read those blogs that feature Where I Create?  They have to die for studios and craft rooms.  I think every once in a while we need to show the world where we really storestuff make things happen.

IF When I get this room prettied up I will show it to you in all it's glory.  However messy, it is still my little oasis of calm and privacy. No spouses allowed.  Unless I need a job done.

p.s. Is anyone else having trouble with spacing on blogger?

Frazzled!

It doesn't take much to get me in a frazzle, Gentle Readers.  Yesterday was such a day.  First off, I had to take Sophie to the vet.

Sophie does not like the vet.  Would you like your anal glands squeezed?  I think not.  She also had an ear infection.
That took up most of the morning along with some grocery shopping and a drive thru Tims for a timbit for Sophie and a smoothie for me.
On the way home, I realized it was election day in our province and I had to vote.  I did not have my form I was supposed to take with me in order to vote.  After a bit of a hassle show of ID they let me vote.

I felt a bit like Charlie Brown,  I always wonder if I checked off the wrong box by mistake.

I returned home and threw in a quick load of laundry, vacuumed the spare room upstairs (#1 is spending the night tonight), just settled down to do some book keeping work when the phone rang.  Hubby's sister in law was calling to dissect the wedding with me.  Her son was married on Saturday.

That conversation took about an hour.  I just sat down to work again when #1 called and I cannot even remember the conversation.
 I sat down to work again when the accounting program told me I need to register NOW.  Rats!!!  I called the toll free number and spoke to a nice young man from India.  May I say he had a thick accent?!  After harassing asking me to purchase additional software for about twenty minutes, he finally registered the account.

I just laid the phone down when it rang.  I jumped and screamed.  For some reason it startled the heck out of me.  No one was there.

Hubby came home and was working around outside so I didn't have to make tea or anything.  Then around five o'clock he hollered in to me that it was five o'clock.  I reluctantly got up to make supper.  I stared at the stove and it stared back.  I spied the McDonalds coupons on the counter.  I told hubby about my day.  I asked him if he wanted to go to McDonalds because we had coupons.  He said yes.  I was willing to eat at McDonlads so I wouldn't have to cook! 

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Remember I told you it was election day around here?  An elderly couple was sitting at the table next to us.  The gentleman asked what time the polls closed and I told him.  They conversed with us about politics for the next thirty minutes.  Good thing we were in agreement with them, they might have slashed our tires!

On the way home, hubby told me all about this new hearing aid he saw on the internet.  I asked him if he needed a hearing aid and he said, "WHAT?"   I give up.

Finally back home, I started in at the books again.  I only took a break to watch Quints by Surprise.  People get off the tv now.  Your marriage will fall apart and everyone will hate you.

At eleven p.m.  back to work I go.  I finally made myself stop at twelve thirty.  It is so peaceful at that time of night.  Who knew?!

 Then I went to bed and read this until 2 am.

Do you know you can buy used books on Amazon for one cent?!  Who knew?!!!!

And thus ended the Frazzily Day.

Happy Anniversary!

Today is the first wedding anniversary of daughter #2 and her hubby.  I've mentioned before that she doesn't like me to post her picture on my blog so this will have to suffice.

Something like this only twenty years older.

She cracks me up.

Her dad and I crafted this lovely (!!!)  wedding cake for her.  She gave us about a week to plan her wedding. 

Happy anniversary you two!  We love you lots and are so proud of you.

A Cup of Tea

Last week I got a job.  It's great for me because it is something I can do from home.  Just a small bookkeeping job.

I started working away on it at the kitchen table one evening last week.  I was toiling away, happy to have this little job to do.  As I was eagerly entering figures into the  computer, my husband, from the other side of the kitchen in his Cozy Chair asked me if I would make him some tea.

Ah ha!  I smiled to myself.  For the first time in a very looong time I could answer thus:

"I'm working, you make it."  Here is the rest of the conversation.

I'm working too!

No you're not,  you're scrolling around on Ebay.

This is work.  I'm adding to our childrens' inheritance.

I got up and made the tea.  Who could argue with twisted logic like that?

Our tea of choice

This Weekend I...

Went to the local eatery for date night.

Watched this:

Made an apple pie with unidentifiable apples from an old tree on our property:

Babysat Bmer

Did laundry.

Went to church.

Read this book:

This will go on my favourites list.

Had a nap.

Made this for supper:

Daughter #1 ate the last piece of this:

Share your weekend here:

The Best Ships are Friendships...

If you remember my post from the other day on my mother's quilts I promised to show you a really special one.

This is a friendship quilt.  My mum grew up in a small community waaay out in the country.  All the ladies and girls would get together and have quilting bees.  This was a chance to catch up on the local gossip, eat great food, and help someone finish their quilt.  It was a tradition back then that when a girl got married everyone would make a quilt square, put them together and make the bride a quilt.  This is my mum's.  It rarely saw the light of day.  She never used it but would display it at quilting fairs in later years.  It's fun to look back on it and see her neighbours' and sisters' work.  Everyone signed their block so you knew who made it.  Some of my aunts' signatures are from before they were married and I love that.

This is the block Mum made.  You can see her signature in the right hand corner.

This block is from her oldest sister.  The bird is wonderful.

Some were simple but colourful.  All of them were beautifully appliqued.

Don't you love her name!

This is made by one of my aunts before she was married.

This is made by another sister.  I think it's violets.  They are our provincial flower.

This is my favourite.  The detail is wonderful.  My parents got married during the second world war.  One of Mum's brothers was in the air force and this is a tribute to him.

This is pretty too.  The colours don't show up well here.

This block was made by my grandmother.  I never knew her, she died before I was born. Mum told me her favourite flower was Cosmos.  I think the leaves are really super.

Mum had seven sisters and I wish they all had contributed a block but some had left home by then. Mum was born  the eighth of ten children.

I'm so glad I have this quilt.  This is the one time I'm glad I never had any sisters.  I don't know how this would have been sorted! I don't even want to think about how my girls will decide who gets to have it.

A Hairy Day

I have a tale of woe for you today Gentle Readers.  Usually daughter #1 takes care of my hair care requirements: you know, trims, dye jobs, styling.  She has a skill for that kind of thing even though she has no training.  After months of hair styling bliss, it happened. The L'Oreal  was not working any more!  Because  I'm Worth It, #1 felt it was time for the big guns:  The Dreaded Hairdresser.  Hairdressers in my experience Do Not Listen.  Ever.  #1 listens most of the time.  I can count on her.

With much trepidation I went to the Dreaded Hairdressers this afternoon.  I've always had really dark brown hair so I wanted that with some gray streaks thrown in.  Then I would never need to colour it again.

I thought something like this would be fine.

It took her two hours to put all the tinfoil on my hair.  At one point I was causing static on the radio playing nearby.

Then it was time for the rinse out of all the hair dying/bleaching stuff goo.  Since I wasn't wearing my glasses I couldn't really see what was going on, but I could tell I had my dark hair back.  The Dreaded Hairdresser sweetly asked if I wanted a trim and I said yes. Big mistake  My hair is almost shoulder length.  I have been growing it out so I could wear it in an oh so chic pony tail.  I pictured leaving the salon with my  shoulder length page boy blowing beautifully in the breeze.  I was psyched!

Sorry, Anna

I was hoping for something like this.

Or even this, with a little more brown.

Hairdressers have a trick now so you can't tell how short they're cutting your hair.  They gather it up in big bunches straight up from the top of your head and make little feathery jabs at it.  Do Not Be Fooled People.  This is a criminal act akin to manslaughter.

Here is what I ended up with:

Photo by hubby in the never ending reno bathroom

What did she do to my hair?!  It is layered, People!  It is short in the front!  It is not all one length!  It will not pony up!

Woe is me.
The End.

Forgive Me!

Last week daughter #1 and her husband celebrated their third wedding anniversary.  I forgot to mention it on my blog and I feel badly.  So here goes sweet stuff:  We love you guys so much and we are so proud of you!

Wasn't she a beautiful bride?

She could model for a bride's magazine!