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  • Noreen 6:16 pm on December 27, 2018 Permalink  

    Rain, rain go away, come again another day. I will say that the way the snow came yesterday at this time it could have turned out quite differently. I went out about eight last night and cleared the driveway of the snow after it had quit falling. It was nothing to shovel as it was heavier than a ton of bricks. I got one path going across the driveway and then took a third of a swipe for the remainder of the job. There was nothing worse than the concrete when it had been a solid layer of ice after the Thanksgiving twelve inches. It took until this week to have the driveway clear. I was going to make sure this slush didn’t freeze. There is nothing worse than slipping while trying to get in and out of a vehicle safely.

    So anyway . . . today was a good day for me to be in the sewing studio working on my Hobo bag being made out of a discarded vinyl window shade. Bags need to have foam interfacing in them for stability. It comes in various types; no heat needed, fusible via heat on one side and fusible via heat on both sides. All I had in my stash was fusible on both sides. Hmm. Adhering fusible foam onto vinyl via heat was a challenge in getting it hot enough to bond but not melt the vinyl. Getting that to work meant that the opposite side was also going to get hot enough to bond to . . . something or anything. It was a good thing I had a sheet of Teflon to use to protect my ironing board surface. Nothing sticks to that sheet.

    I made good progress even with taking time for the grocery store. It’s suppose to get cold enough to freeze some of this new fallen rain. Dennis rode shot-gun while I did the details in Shopko and the grocery store. He never becomes weary of sitting in the pickup watching people come and go.

    Hopefully I will have more to report tomorrow from the sewing studio. I closed it down at supper time, realizing that stopping while everything is going good and stopping before I screw something up.

     
  • Noreen 4:58 pm on December 26, 2018 Permalink
    Tags: vinyl   

    Being Frugal, Having Curiosity Go Hand in Hand 

    In times past we had room darkening shades that were a fairly heavy vinyl with a flannel backing. When the rollers gave out I saved all the lengths of vinyl.

    Monogram1

    Breaking new ground. An unsuccessful attempt.

    I am dipping my toe into making custom bags. Hmm. Out came the length of vinyl. I have a pattern that is called “Hobo Bag.” After checking out all the pattern pieces I thought it would be worth a try to put my monogram on the front of the bag. With my first try, the stitching tore through the vinyl and the backing did not support the design.

    Monogram2

    Success! It just takes a bit of ingenuity and patience.

    Out came more stabilizer and I included a film topping that would also give more support. Both techniques were on scraps. It was obvious that the latter choice would work. Having success with the scraps, I will tackle the front piece of the bag that has been cut out of the pattern.

     
  • Noreen 4:51 pm on December 25, 2018 Permalink  

    Christmas Eve was a silent night on Stauffer Avenue. That quiet lingered into our Christmas Day. With little traffic outside and silent wind chimes in the evergreen outside of the house, we slept until nine this morning.

    As the day went on there were text messages offering greetings for a very Merry Christmas. It’s always good to have family keep in touch.

    We have had several Christmas gatherings and one is still remaining to be enjoyed this coming Sunday. Dennis spent time in the patio porch and I headed to the sewing studio. Nothing urgent going on. I found some favorite CDs and had music on as I whiled away time doing some stitching. Dennis came down and settled in for some computer solitaire in the guise of keeping me company. I can buy that.

    When we decided to close down the sewing studio, Dennis fixed us a Fuzzy Naval, orange juice and peach schnapps. Dennis remembered that was a drink my Dad always enjoyed over the Christmas days. A good celebratory Christmas drink. I settled into my favorite chair. By the light of the Christmas tree I deem that this has been a wonderfully silent Christmas Day.

     
  • Noreen 3:43 pm on December 24, 2018 Permalink
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    Megan’s Clouds 

    With passing birthdays that Dennis and I have enjoyed, our needs are minimal and having nothing to do with material items.  Each year we seem to live a bit more minimalistic.  It feels good.  The “extras” that we do have in our home are these: that we have an emotional attachment to our own personal history, the handmade items from family, or those that have come from my creativity.

    Families know that our Christmas is a celebration of knowing that those self same families are safe, happy and being good to each other.  That’s all we wish for and that is what we want Santa to assure us with.  Our request is that being thought of is all the gift that we need and we really feel good when family members honor that.

    As Dennis and I ruminate over family members during the course of the year we keep our eyes and ears open.  We get the biggest bang out of doing for some that we hope will be surprised.  We can feel like Santa Claus!  

    At Megan and Nicholas’ home on Saturday after having enjoyed a good meal, the time went to visiting about what was going on in their schedules.  I could not keep up with it, I can tell you straight out.  It seemed ages ago when we could have either one of the two kids or both of them for a period of several days.  As soon as the kids hit school age, the trips to get them from Eden Prairie became less.  We never minded the miles on the highway, we were scoring time with the kids.  Carrie and Jeremy had just as many miles under their belts as we did.  Priceless.

    The afternoon was winding down when Megan came to me with a white bag.  “Grammie, this is from me to you.”  I was blown away and touched to the bottom of my Grammie heart.  Inside the bag was a ceramic rendition of a cloud factory.

    Meg's Clouds

    Megan’s Cloud Factory

      Believe me there is a story behind this:  Megan was born in a December.  The summer of the next year, Megan could come and stay  without a worry or a bother to her in getting homesick.  Granted, it is a long two hour drive when the little squirmy butt is tied down in a car seat with only mile after mile going by the window in the backseat of our car.  It wasn’t long in that summer that there were two and three word sentences coming from the backseat.  Cruising down Minnesota State Highway 60, out of the backseat came “Cloud factory!”  Dennis and I looked at each other.  “Look!  Cloud factory.”  Megan spotted the sky full of the steam billowing out of the stacks of the ethanol plant right out of Lake Crystal.  Well . . . from then on it was dubbed “The Cloud Factory.”  When Nicholas came along in their family and they would both be in the backseat coming to our home, you know he was tipped off when we were getting close to “The Cloud Factory.”

    Megan Lena turned 15 on December 2nd, which is my Mom Lena’s birthday.  Somewhere when her and her mom were out and about, there to her amazement was a cloud factory just meant to be found by Megan.  “The Cloud Factory” will be the most treasured “extra” in our home for as long as I live.  That little piece of ceramic can evoke more memories than a small library.  I took the card that was with it and the back of that card now has a synopsis of its special meaning.  I tucked that card in the hollow of ‘The Cloud Factory” for it to remain there forever.  Not to worry, I will be building my stash of memories that will involve everyone of my family for years to come.  Some of those memories when I share them, bring a light in their eyes of awareness.  It is in their library of memories as well.  Priceless!

     
  • Noreen 4:36 pm on December 23, 2018 Permalink  

    Not much activity here on Stauffer Avenue. We are still basking in the enjoyment that we had yesterday with Megan and Nicholas. Carrie had a great hot meal that hit all the marks. Jeremy took me down into the basement where he has all the stud walls up for having a finished basement, ready to start stringing the wiring. They had gotten an estimate to have it totally farmed out. Not in the budget. The entire family has been pitching in. A good DIY. As I said, it was a full fun day.

    I had given Dennis’ daughter Sandy a scrappy quilt this summer. Last night I received a text message asking if I could make some pillow cases . . . four to be exact. I have nothing left of the scrappy material that is in her quilt. I did spend some time looking into my stashes. I have pulled out a variety of fabrics to begin the project . . . sometime. The pillow cases will be varied in colors, just as the scrappy quilt was.

    I am going to be treated to a tuna hotdish for supper, compliments of the ole cowboy. The secret to his great hotdishes is: I stay out of the kitchen the entire time he is concocting his meal. No problem with staying in the sewing studio as he even washes up the dishes and pans he uses. I do know it is pasta, tuna and peas with some type of sauce. Works for me!

     
  • Noreen 6:14 pm on December 22, 2018 Permalink  

    Home Sweet Home 

    We are home safe and sound from the metro. Fog and traffic were abound. I am sure many were on the byways of the highways traveling near and far for family gatherings just as we were.

    We were welcomed by Kody’s wagging tail and hugs from Megan and Nicholas. Nicholas took up the saxophone in October. Today we were entertained with renditions of Christmas tunes. Not bad for such few months. What really hit the note was Nicholas’ singing voice. In tune and able to add a bit of his own spark . . . it was fun to take it in and he was not inhibited to belt it out.  Priceless.

    Megan is back on the ice after having to wear a boot for six weeks to let an arch fracture heal.  Her mom says she is right back on track with her routines. The high school orchestra will be taking auditions for the violin seats starting in the 2018 – 2019 school year. She has been practicing hard and I still am amazed that such fine music can be made out of such few wire strands with the bow at different angles.

    I had been stitching for Megan and Nicholas. I keep my ears open and take notes. I then begin the search on various computer sites for the right stitching designs. When Megan was here at Meg's CatThanksgiving she worked on a comforter for Nicholas since he has begun reading theNick's Towel Harry Potter series. I found a crest of the house in the School of Hogwarts that Nicholas favors: Gryffindor. His bath towel turned out great and he just about bowled me over with a hug. Megan and cats go hand in hand even though she can’t have one of her own due to allergies of her dad’s. She now has a stunning cat pillow that she can snuggle with when she reads or when she is on her iPad. It hit the mark as after coming over for hugs, she disappeared into the family room with it under her arm and iPad in hand.

    We headed for home a bit earlier than we had planned as there was freezing mist that started in the early afternoon. Better to be safe than sorry.

    Carrie and Jeremy will take advantage of the time between today and Christmas Day when they will be having Jeremy’s family over. Hmm. Twenty plus. I couldn’t do it anymore but kudos for those who can.

    Dennis and I are safe at home and enjoying it beyond belief.  It’s fun to go.  I wouldn’t want to miss going.  Today when we visited, even Nicholas said how much fun it is to spend Christmas at home when they have just the four of them.  They get to play board games, have popcorn in the middle of the day, and they don’t have to get dressed.  Grandpa and I agreed.  There is no place like home when the season allows for some quiet time.  From the younger ones comes words of wisdom.  It is the season of peace and quiet.

     
  • Noreen 4:10 pm on December 21, 2018 Permalink
    Tags: Janel   

    Good Follow Up 

    Last night before I went to bed, I checked my email.  There was a new email awaiting in the medical portal from the Mayo Clinic.  It did not surprise me when I noticed it had been posted at 8 p.m.  Dr. Eatwell doesn’t wear a watch.

    When I had been in the clinic we had visited about my arthritis discomfort.  It is real.  It is annoying.  It can be quite severe.  The first thing he suggested was to stop taking the statin.  A statin is given for controlling cholesterol.  It can also be prescribed for family history of stroke or heart issues.  That did apply.  My reading for two years running has been less than 175.  The side effects could include joint pain.  Hmm.  The blood draw that he asked for in addition to the regulars, and had taken longer to be processed, was for rheumatoid arthritis and for lupus.  Both can be quite deliberating and need special meds.  Both reports came back negative.    

    The suggestion in the email was that perhaps Cymbalta could be an answer.  I checked it out on the web.  That will not be taken.  It may help joint pain but the first thing that came up was for treatment of depression.  I will pass on that for sure.  I emailed Dr. Eatwell this morning to allow him to know, that for now I will stick with Alive Gel Caps.  If needed I can take up to four a day.  I will try and stick with two after I have had breakfast.  Yes, food intake is important.  So that takes care of that!

    When the mailman came, I could hear he was working hard at getting something into the mail slot.  I went and helped him out.  I love surprises.  There in the slot was wedged a smallJanel (Phone) package that was quite forgiving for having been pushed and shoved and then pulled.  My cousin on Dad’s side of the family had remembered me with a small stuffed pillow for the Christmas tree that she had done in counted cross stitch.  Pretty dang special.  Janel and my brother Michael were close in age.  With the ornament was a wonderful letter of her sharing some memories of Michael.  As I said.  Pretty dang special, complete with me giving the letter a wash of a few tears.

    It was a cloudy day but we were in high cotton as we were getting organized to spend the tomorrow at Megan and Nicholas’ home.  I made sure I had everything by the back door that was to go along for Dennis to put in the backseat of the pickup.  Dennis checked over his little red pickup complete with cleaning the battery posts.  As always the day ends here and I can’t imagine being anywhere else.  Contentment . . . a wonderful feeling that springs from the heart.

     
  • Noreen 5:28 pm on December 20, 2018 Permalink  

    Today was the closest that I have come to doing nothing than I can remember in a long, long time. One trip to pick up a prescription for Dennis was the huge ten minutes outing.

    My sister-in-law, JoAnn, and I did swap text messages and shared a few photos. That was priceless. It felt good. It felt right.

    YouTube videos did take a fair amount of time. I am working up my nerve to try and sew a bag, aka: purse for myself. I fight with finding stuff in the hollows of the last several purses I have had. I like compartments . . . lots of compartments. As in my sewing studio: a place for everything and everything in its place. I am the detail person when it comes to handling items for doctor appointments, etc. I can travel with enough to sustain us for a week. I am close to giving it a try after having finished one such project. The basics will now be familiar. The finer details will need to be thought out carefully.

    This is Thursday night and it is the night for some of the PBS usual shows that I am following. Dennis will be on one of the other televisions watching the RFD channel. I am sure there will either be a tractor auction or a rodeo for him to enjoy. Good stuff all around.

     
  • Noreen 5:23 pm on December 19, 2018 Permalink  

    A Good Sigh 

    When the day comes to a close and there have been some successful moments . . . there is nothing like a good sigh to center yourself.  

    I made a trip to Shopko to purchase a string of clear lights to allow our Christmas tree to shine brightly for the week that is coming.  There was nothing to choose from in any shape or form that would resemble anything Christmas.  Hmm.  I took a chance and stopped at the Family Dollar store.  It was a hub bub of business.  I recognized the store manager and headed her way.  “So you are the one!”  She turned and looked surprised.  “So you are the one that took all the Christmas out of Shopko and restocked it here.”  Rita laughed.  I believe Shopko wasn’t going to take a chance of having to have stock that they would need to liquidate on sale racks after Christmas.  

    Our Family Dollar store is stacked and stocked for anything and everything Christmas.  It was amazing how much stock was still being put out and arranged where some of the shelving was a bit bare.  I did find lights.  Oh . . . did I find lights.  200 lights per box was the smallest amount of lights I could purchase.  For $7.00, 200 lights and I headed home.  I had not put on any amount of ornaments to speak of so it was quite easy to get the tree naked.  Not all of the lights had gone out on our tree, so as I hummed around the Christmas tree, there were a few areas that got double duty.  The important thing is that we have a tree that has lights to be enjoyed every day until the first of the 2019 year.

    It was also a joy to finish the fringe on the afghan.  Any remaining yarn is going to be tucked away and joining a variety of other types of yarn in one of our totes in the sewing studio.  I am not saying no to the possibility of it being pulled out another time.  It will not be a high priority.  The afghan is joining our sofa with a new pillow I had made as part of our Christmas decorations.  

    When Kevin and Kersten had come at Thanksgiving they did not come empty handed.  InFinished one of the boxes was the serger that I have since gotten up and running and in the second box were a few choice pieces of fabric.  Kersten’s mother had thought I might be able to use what she no longer needed.  The bright plaid spoke to me and I knew that there were some cardinals in one of my stitching collections.  Needless to say, stitching on plaid was new to me but has opened up many more options for projects.  Yes . . . taking a deep sigh feels good after a very accomplished day.

     
  • Noreen 4:10 pm on December 18, 2018 Permalink  

    A Good Day Done 

    It ended up being a good day though it felt like a snatch and grab.  I went out to the medical clinic to pick up a prescription renewal for Dennis.  Once the nurse had me in a cubical there was no way I was going home anytime soon.  The nurse had my medical charts up in a heart beat.  I was to have been in the clinic in May of this year and here it was December.  Yes, I was due to see my physician and as luck would have it, I could wait a few minutes and he would be right in. 

    Dr. Eatwell came in and welcomed me like an old lost family member.  When Dr. Eatwell learned I had not had breakfast as yet, the order went in for a full blood work up.  Another phone call and he knew that I could also get in for my yearly mammogram.  Yup, a snatch and grab.  Apparently with Christmas so close, there were people who were putting off their checkups.  Hmm.  Who would ever do that!   

    Dennis thought I had gotten lost.  I had left for the clinic at 9:30 and when twelve noon came along, he was getting ready to dig out his cell phone.  I did get home at 12:45 with everything having been checked and with his prescription renewal in hand.  It was a good way to end the year.

    This afternoon I began working on the last of the work on the afghan.  It’s never an afghan withoutFringes a fringe.  It is a tedious job but perfect when it’s a quiet day and nothing else is pressing.  I had barely gotten a good start when there was a popup on my laptop that Dennis caught as he was playing Candy Crush.

    All of the lab report was on my site to log in.  The computer portal is really handy.  I was a bit nervous as numbers in lab reports do not lie.  It was a very good report.  Pretty good?  It was fantastic!  Every one of the indications that the five vials of blood that were drawn were in the mid-range or even a bit better.  Whew!  The snatch and grab turned out to have been a blessing.  Wondering is never as reassuring as fact.  

    I am looking forward to a good 2019.  After Christmas I will be getting back to the sewing studio.  Taking care of this lost afghan project has been proven to be a good break.  My stash of finished items to share and give is kaput.  Dennis is happy about that.  As I have mentioned before, he doesn’t mind how much I sew or stitch as long as I don’t pile it up.  Well sweetie . . . the only piles down in the sewing studio are the stick pins that are piled on the magnetic wand.  

    One sad note for today.  Half of our Christmas tree lights are out . . . done . . . dark.  That means a new string will need to be interwound among the good ones.  Hey . . . we are not throwing out the tree.

     
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