Broken Item of the Week.

Yes, it has happened again.  We were supposed to get a big snowfall on Saturday but that never happened.  Instead we got a skiff of snow and a lot of wind.  The wind continued all day and night. When we got up Sunday morning we were greeted with this. Hence, my broken item of the week.

What's the big deal, you say.  Well, it's where the tree fell that's the problem.

It snapped right off there.

And fell across the top of our driveway.

Emma, my trusty assistant.

Even better, our chainsaw is also broken. Looks like we might be here for awhile.

Broken Item of the Week?

Mr LC has been sick with a chest cold the last few days so he decided to stay home from church this morning to 'rest' as he put it.  I soldiered out the door with -14C temperatures.

Mr LC mysweatshopworker was toiling away at the sewing machine this afternoon when disaster struck.  You guessed it, the sewing machine died.

reenactment

Now what?  I had pillow orders to get filled.  Parcels to mail.  Good grief!  Then we both looked at each other and said  #1 has a new sewing machine! 

Daughter #1 had been gifted a new sewing machine by her devious loving parents just this past Christmas.  I called #1 to see if she would let us borrow the machine and she agreed.

Not quite exactly as shown unfortunately

Poor, ailing Mr LC jumped up off his chair and ran to get his coat and hat and was out that door in no time.  He has been itching to get his hands on that new machine since before Christmas.  When he brought it back home we discovered #1 hadn't even taken it out of the box yet.

Mr LC happily sat in front of that machine with instruction manual in one hand and magnifying glass in the other.  Look, they just print everything smaller and smaller nowadays.  There's nothing wrong with our eyesight.

It's been nearly four hours and he's still trying to figure the beast out.  Good thing he's magically feeling better.



Here's the link for that cute kitty photo here .

Broken Item of the Week.

Here we go again, Gentle Readers.  I present to you our Broken Item of the Week.

Why what is it?  you may ask.  It is our satellite video receiver.  This is the only way we can get television out here in the sticks.  They don't even have cable out here.  So we are without TV for about a week. I really don't mind, we have hardly been watching anything this winter except for Fringe and of course it was on last night.  Ah well.  At least I didn't break it and there are only two of us here.  I'm not naming names or anything.

Broken Item of the Week.

Yes folks, it's that time again.  Yesterday Daughter #1 came over and we trimmed the tree.  I was in the kitchen so I know it wasn't me when I heard a tinkle of breaking glass in the living room.  This is what I found:

Now don't feel badly.  All of our ornaments are glass and many are vintage from my tree and Mr LC's from our childhood.  This little house is fairly new.  No one is copping to the crime.  Let me show you the front of the ornament and you'll see why we were all kind of relieved the thing broke.

Does that house look like a face to you?  It does to us and it's kind of creepy.  I think the tree may have thrown the thing off because it was embarrassed to be wearing such a decoration.  I guess we'll never know.

Broken Item of the Week.

While Mr LC is away, I like to be a bit naughty.  I like to imbibe a little.  This is my drink of choice:

The photo I chose is germain to the broken item

You cannot mix pepsi with your laptop.

When Pepsi spillage occurs on the keyboard of your laptop mayhem ensues.  Et voila!  My broken item of the week.  Let's hope the IT genius son-in-law can fix it for me before Mr LC comes home from the Dominican on Monday or I may be going on an extended vacation to a place not of my choosing.

How's that for a run on sentence?  Scared much???

Broken Item of the Week.

Well, here we are again Gentle Readers.  This week's broken item is actually two items.  Two serving bowls of vintage origin.  Don't worry, my pantry is getting less cluttered by the day.

Have a great weekend all and try not to break anything.  By the way, Mr LC thinks I only broke one dish.  Let's not disabuse him of the facts, alrighty?

Broken Item of the Week

Yes, Gentle Readers, we are back to our sporadically scheduled Broken Item of the Week.  A few weeks ago Daughter #2 gifted us ( I use this term loosely, she got it free from work.)with a splendid new beverage container.  It was some new kind of super safe plastic cup with its own straw.  The only thing was that you could not put it in the dishwasher.

I make a smoothie everyday and this cup affair was the perfect size to put it in.  Mr LC would argue that #2 gave it to him personally but she assured me that it was ours to share.  Yesterday when I went to make my smoothie I could not find said cup.  I asked Mr LC where the cup was and he looked me straight in the eye and said 'I give my share of the cup to you'.  I immediately feared the worst.  You guessed it.

He said he was putting ice cubes in it and it broke.

I don't like drinking my smoothie in a regular glass because it doesn't fit.

I had to dig out this cup to use even though it's smaller than the broken one.  Then I told Mr LC that if I ever catch him using it and it broke he was going to have to fund my trip to New York to attend the musical Wicked and procure another cup. On second thought, maybe I should let him use it.

p.s. I will have you know dear readers, that I had to plunge into a full can of garbage to retrieve the cup to photograph for you.  These are the lengths I will go to for your reading pleasure.

Broken Item of the Week

Here we go again folks, the long awaited much anticipated Broken Item of the Week.

Mr LC was heating up leftover crap Kraft dinner for his lunch.  He ate it right out of the bowl (my mum's vintage Fire King) and left it sitting on that little stand you see in the picture.  After the delicious meal, he decided to give Sophie a hair cut.  Like a good boy, when he was finished he got out the vacuum cleaner to clean up.  You know the rest of the story...
It's funny because a little while earlier I was wondering around the house (avoiding my job) thinking about a broken item.  A few weeks ago a dear friend begged me to break something to cheer her up.  Nay, Nay, I told her, it has to be real, I have my integrity to uphold.

Well, I hope you're happy Carmel.

Broken Item of the Week...er Century

Why oh why did I come up with this Broken Item of the Week silliness?  I was poking fun at my husband because he is was the major breaker of things in our household.  Well, I guess he gets the last laugh.  Remember this blog post on my beloved family heirloom the Grandfather Clock?

It stood stands so majestically in our front entryway.

Notice the wonderful patina.

The clock face so lovingly restored by my husband.


Today, I decided to be Susie Homemaker and do some cleaning.  I know, it's a shocker and look what I get for my labours.

Yes, in living colour here is the damage.

Shattered glass. 

Emma surveys the destruction.

The clock came all the way from Scotland with my ancestors in 1764.  How could this happen?  I don't know.  I was just standing in front of it vacuuming the floor when all of a sudden it keeled over right behind me. 

Don't worry, Gentle Readers, I'm all right.  Just a glancing blow to the shoulder as I dived out of the way.  I'll be okay.  The clock, not so much.

Broken Item of the Week

Yes, Gentle Readers it has happened once again.

This is what I get for attempting to feed a cat in the middle of the night in the dark.

Broken Item of the Week

It's that time again!  I was making some biscuits for my hubby this evening and a catastrophic event occured as I was cleaning up.

My huge pyrex blue bowl!

As you can see, I nearly forgot to photograph the event, I was that upset.

It was the largest bowl in this set.  My mum gave me these when I got married nearly 30 years ago.  Daughter #1 is going to be very disappointed as she claimed these for her own. On a more positive note, I rarely used the blue one anyway as it was very large.  I also believe it's a sign not to bake anymore.

Broken Item of the Week

Yes, Gentle Readers!  By popular demand I bring you this week's Broken Item.
I present to you, Moses:

My husband says he can't be Moses unless the printing press was developed sooner than history relates.  Anyway I call him Moses.  My husband bought him before we were married (in the dark ages) so he's been around here for awhile.

We owned a small house in Halifax when the girls were just babies so Moses was relegated to our bedroom.  One night, very late, after everyone was asleep, the phone rang.  Now I don't know about you but when the phone rings in the middle of the night, it scares me to death.  Husband leapt out of bed in a single bound, ran to get the phone and smashed his toes into poor old Moses.  He crashed to the ground with a resounding thud. ( Moses I mean.)

He is so heavy, I had to leave him in the corner to take the pictures.

He's a garden statue for heaven's sake!  However, he lives on in our living room.  Broken but not defeated.

p.s. The husband's toes healed up nicely.

First Post of 2011

 I was thinking that the first post of the new year should be serious and introspective in nature.  You know, my goals for the new year, resolutions, projects to do around the house, that sort of thing.


 Nah.



Instead.... I give you the BROKEN ITEM OF THE WEEK!

Sophie may or may not have done this.

Broken Item of the Week

Gentle Readers,
May I present to you a seasonal version of the Broken Item of the Week:

In the interest of full disclosure I submit that I may have done this one myself.

Broken Item of the Week

M.I. Hummel figurine:

Retail value approximately $300.00.

Mine? Priceless.