~ A soft bed for Annabelle~

~The new puppy needed a soft place to lay while inside her crate. With so many dogs it is easy for her to become overwhelmed. Also she is in the chewing puppy stage. She likes to grab whatever she can and destroy. So, a crate/kennel was needed. I couldn’t just let her lay on the hard plastic, so I dug out a piece of leftover patchwork and added a few pieces, put batting in and finished it with some Perle cotton quilt ties.

~It was soft and cozy~

~A running stitch kept it all nice and contained~

Too bad Annabelle tore it all up, naughty puppy.

Now she has an old cutter quilt in the bottom of her crate.

~Father’s Day breakfast~

~ saute onion and garlic~

~add fresh corn~

~add a little yellow squash fresh off the vine~

~I love brown eggs, so pretty, beat about 4~

~ gather fresh herbs and cherry tomatoes~

~once the veggies are little sauted  add eggs, top with tomatoes and fresh herbs~

~add fresh grated Havarti cheese, salt and pepper~

~toast wheat bread and top with sunflower sprouts~

~I added a little bit of cheddar~

~serve with a side of fresh fruit  and enjoy~

~ Garlic, herbs, tomatoes,  and squash from our little garden.
~~ Corn, brown eggs, and sunflower sprouts from the Urban Market , which is just down the road from us.

~~Fruit also from the Urban Market.

I love summer time ther are so many good things to eat. I can’t get enough fruits and veggies. I need to power up to finish quilting a queen size quilt. What the heck was I thinking? It’s huge.

Happy Father’s Day!!

 

~Birthday Doll~

My littlest turned nine. I have no idea where these last nine years have gone. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home after an emergent c-section and here she is almost grown (so she thinks)!

My how these  years have flown. She asked for several different things this year for her birthday, however, the one I was most happy to hear was that she wanted a doll made by me, for her with red hair and green eyes. Just one week ago I had a head. That’s it. I worked a little each night putting her together. Friday I strung her together. Saturday was hair, Sunday more hair and a skirt and shirt. Monday was spent finishing up her sweater and making shoes. Tuesday Birthday Day DONE!

Yay. So happy.  If I can make something my daughter really wants, well, that makes me so happy.  These years may past so very fast, but she will always have a little piece of me with her, wherever she goes I will be with her.  It may be tangible or perhaps just a precious memory this small creation from wool, and cotton made today a special day for a mother and her daughter.  Happy Birthday Emma,  you make us all a little brighter by being in our lives.

~Remembering Greta Benn~

My grandmother passed away early on February 23rd.  My dad’ mother.  She was born in Keswick, England and came to America with her family as a young child.  My grandmother was proper.  Quiet, calm, and strong. We spent every summer in Florida visiting both sets of grandparents.  One day she and I went to the beach and I was swimming in the ocean. She was standing on the shore.  As I was trying to coming in I got caught in a rip-tide.  I was beginning to panic and get tired because I could not make it to shore,  I was so close but I could not get out, it kept pulling me back under.  My grandma somehow managed to reach in and pull me from the stronghold of the sea. I dried myself off and we went back home.  This is how I will remember my grandmother. Strong.  Godspeed Greta.

~vintage 80’s I think~

~Home begins in the kitchen~

~home made latte~

When we left our home in February due to the unfortunate tree incident, I had no idea how long we would be gone. I was in a state of numbing shock. When I went to my home, post tree-fall, I just wandered around the kitchen lost. I wanted to clean, but it was almost pointless. There were holes in the ceiling, it was constantly raining, constantly saturating the whole place. The insurance company told us we would be “packed” out.   Well, as far as I was concerned they could just throw it all out. It was a total loss in my mind.  I really detached myself from my home. I think it was a coping mechanism because my house was so broken, it was just so sad.  We took the items from the fridge, freezer, our coffeepot and a few spices. Duh… what was I thinking?? I was so lost without my “things.”  I did not want to become too comfortable at our rental home, all I wanted was to go home, so we made do. Now that we are back and mostly unpacked when I am in my kitchen I feel that I am HOME.  It brings me great joy to be back home, in the kitchen.  I could not be happier.

~fresh tomato’s on the sill, yes, it’s Summertime~

~fried egg sandwich on home-made english muffin bread, yep.

~~ tomato, avocado, mozzarella salad with zucchini fritters, yes please.

I love to cook, love to eat.  I feel a little behind on the season, but I am catching up as fast as I  can.  I am going to try to savor these last few months of summer and enjoy each fresh prepared meal I make.

~ a little roasted chickpea snack, yum.

:: All recipes can be found on my Pinterest, under “Yummy Food to Make” ::

Storm Slaps Power Lines Silly – WREG

Storm Slaps Power Lines Silly – WREG.

Do you believe in Angels? I do.

Our angels surrounded us Thursday night I wanted to share what happened to us and our home. 

My  house and my husband are  in the beginning of this news article.  We are all completely shell shocked.  The damage and the  scope  is just barely sinking in. We are all fine, our home however is not.  We are on edge until our insurance tells us what to expect. At this point they have brought in a huge crew and cranes to clear the house. They  tarped the house as we have more severe weather heading our way Sunday and Monday.

I wish I could erase this event from Emma’s memory. She is scared and confused.  Her room took the brunt. Her birthday is Monday and she keeps asking why did this happen on my birthday??  We have a battered home and are living like refugeee’s but we are blessed. People don’t always surrvive huge huge oak trees falling in their home. Our angels surrounded us, they shielded us from harm. 

 I am filled with gratitude and pray for peace and patience. I will breathe deeply and often with my focus on gratitude.  Things can be replaced, hopefully our home rebuilt. Above all we are still a family and we are intact. Gratitude.

~Sharing and Joining~

Doesn’t this just seem right? I am going to participate and I am really excited.
Heather of  Beauty that Moves is leading this wonderful workshop. I have followed Beauty that Moves for a long time.  Heather has a wonderful “voice”, fantastic recipes and I know this will be a wonderful experience.  

** photo from Heather’s blog Beauty that Moves **

Not only do I want to do this, but I need to do this.  Just wanted to share!!