Holiday Reading

With all the chaos I've also been feeling very Grinchy. Bah Humbug to Christmas and all that! I would love nothing more than to crawl under a heavy load of quilts until January. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the kids don't let you get away with that.

I'm not sure where I'll land on the effort for Christmas this year, we're only just starting to think about the holiday in this house. The Evil Genius is off school as of tomorrow so I anticipate some baking and crafting. Shopping hasn't even started, although Hubby and I agree we're going small this year. A tree chopping adventure awaits. For now, something easy and simple. 

All the winter/Christmas books were pulled from the shelf and gathered in the living room. We've removed the TV from this space. Woohoo! I am definitely cheering about that. It has become a cozier, quiet space filled with colouring, handsewing, and lots of reading. So bring on the books about hockey (where else are we going to get it?), snow, bears, and the upcoming holiday. 

Perhaps my nights spent reading will change my spirits?

Any favourite winter/holiday reading recommendations?

Making Progress

I promised myself that I wouldn't start anything new, nothing at all, until at least two things on that massive WIP list got done. Two steps forward, one step back is the story of my life after all. Seeing as I'm desperate to play with some new fabric, need to make a couple or three stockings, and there are pillows needed for our new sofa I thought I better get going on getting things done.

So here is an update:

- Anniversary Quilt is now basted, thanks to Lee, her big family room floor, and her daughter keeping my littles entertained.
- Maple Leaves is quilted and waiting for its binding later today.
- Wine Gums is half quilted, binding already picked out.
- Gum on Concrete is also basted.

It must also be stated that I picked out the fabric for the pillows for the new sofa (and bought the pillow forms) as well as drafted my plan for the Architextures fabric.

Oh, and while helping Lee baste a charm quilt yesterday I remembered that I have 2000+ charms for a Y2K charm swap I did 13 years ago! The box is somewhere in the garage, hopefully not being used as a nest for mice. I think that might win for my oldest UFO.

Two steps forward, one step back.

Clippings from the 60s (Weekend Reads)

Well, it's been a bit of a rough week. That's why you haven't seen me here.

Our basement is all but done. Doors need to be hung and a last coat of paint to touch up. Our ensuite still needs its vanity and closets, but that's it. That WAS it, until we had a sewage back-up this week. Now we are back to no bathrooms at all, chipped up tiles, and a few more months before the repairs covered by insurance get done. Le sigh.

Needless to say that tackling the mess and hassle - all while Hubby was off driving fast cars on a boys trip to Alabama - was enough to keep me from much in the way of creativity. And because of the added mess downstairs I decided I needed to tackle some of the disorder upstairs and completely reorganize the living room. That necessitated emptying our entertainment unit, thus finding these papers tucked away.

It was months, if not more than a year ago, that I grabbed this bundle of newspaper clippings from my Mom's place. Recipes, short stories, and little ideas that she'd clipped from a Saskatchewan newspaper in the first years of her marriage in the early 60s. Taking a break from cleaning yesterday I sipped my tea, admired her very careful trimming of the articles, and flipped through the paper.

Did you know that they used canned pineapple A LOT back then? Or that you could make frankfurter tetrazzini as a great fast supper when you've got curling to get to? And that there is something in the world called sweet pickled bacon?!?!

I kept a few of the clippings, like the Christmas baking one or some that just seemed too weird that they begged for recipe testing. Then there was the one advertising a house just like mine, for a mortgage of $50 a month! Bet they didn't have sewage problems in 1963.

Return of the Duvet

Here, where I live, it is winter. A few storms already have left our world silver and crunchy. The furnace kicks on a million times a day when the temperature drops below -5 degrees, and nights get a whole lot cosier.

After putting the third quilt on the bed the other night my Hubby pointed out that it might be time to bring out the down duvet. Sigh. After airing and washing and fluffing and stuffing I put the duvet on our bed and folded the quilts for cuddles on the couch instead.

And for some inexplicable reason I found myself singing this song and doing a dancing while no one is watching jig.