tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34173596889413242842024-03-13T23:46:12.622-03:00Millies's MatsRug Hooking and Everyday LifeKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.comBlogger1224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-50322053055694730822016-04-09T20:51:00.000-03:002016-04-09T20:51:55.842-03:00Day 2 recap - trying to cope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JKYzfMCB4Rw/VwmVXzbwqEI/AAAAAAAAHuY/ImGBn1wyvgw/Omg.jpg"><img title="Omg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JKYzfMCB4Rw/VwmVXzbwqEI/AAAAAAAAHuY/ImGBn1wyvgw/Omg.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" data-json="" /></a></div>
Sigh.....ripping up carpet is dirty work. This morning as the light streamed in the window I saw a heavy film on the dining room table. Couldn't resist leaving a little message before I wiped it up :)
So Yesterday was Day 2 of reno and can be best summed up by the word chaos. When I came home they were just leaving. Living room was done (except for mouldings), Dining room only 75% done and the den and back nook not touched. And they are not coming back until Monday so the mess and confusion lives on for a few more days.
I started to put the living room back together last night, mainly so I could use part of the kitchen again. It's not bad. It's a start.
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I can't do anything else until they come back. Miss Abby has struggled with the chaos. She's gone to doggie daycare for 2 full days which she isn't used to. The disruption in her routine has really affected her. She clung to me Friday morning and whined if I left her sight. On the drive to day care she whined so pitifully it broke my heart. She wouldn't eat at day care or at all last night. She finally ate tonight at supper and then brought me a toy. So she's coming around now.
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She's testing out the new area rug. I think she approves.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-85068231021653141192016-04-07T20:40:00.000-03:002016-04-07T20:40:05.343-03:00Day 1 - not smoothYes, I said Day 1. So what I thought was a 1 day job is far from reality. My floor guy arrived late and with news that he couldn't start for a few hours AND he would be working alone as his helper phoned in sick. So nothing happened all morning (which I took off work to help)
I know these things happen and it was unavoidable so I'm not blaming him. Just a tad frustrated. He arrived at noon and got right at it. The first piece of carpet
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And it revealed hardwood. But it was in very bad shape. Lots of large gaps and cracks with random shims placed here and there. . Now I know repairing it would be really expensive so covering it was the right choice. . Actually it was a bit of a relief
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Then we got to the dining room and it revealed another surprise - linoleum
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But the best was what we found under the carpet in the den. Hold on to your hats......
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I laughed so hard when we uncovered this. I bet this was tres chic at the time and I'm sure all the neighbourhood housewives were jealous. But WOW, that is some busy, ugly floor covering!
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Unfortunately that's as far as we got today. So those three rooms are currently uninhabitable, the kitchen is jammed with furniture and inaccessible. I have survived on a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and a pizza
Abby and I are sequestered in the back corner of the kitchen where I hook rugs. One chair, a tv and a puppy pen. Needless to say neither of us is a happy camper tonight
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-43449274622094269172016-04-06T19:41:00.000-03:002016-04-06T19:41:22.034-03:00One more sleep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cvhHL8LfCt8/VwWQaFPyxgI/AAAAAAAAHtc/twUyqXD8g3Y/Sleep.png"><img title="Sleep" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cvhHL8LfCt8/VwWQaFPyxgI/AAAAAAAAHtc/twUyqXD8g3Y/Sleep.png" alt="" width="257" height="300" data-json="" /></a></div>
It's finally here. One more sleep until New Floor Day!! Almost everything is moved and shoved somewhere. My small upstairs looks like it's ready for an episode of hoarders. I can barely get to my bed. Just keep telling myself " one more sleep, one more sleep".
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My experience with any renovation, no matter how small is not good. I would hope that the next couple of days will be like this
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But I'm afraid it might be more like this
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Wish me luck!
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-50784617302726749512016-04-02T13:00:00.000-03:002016-04-02T13:00:26.240-03:0078 days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cddfd_GmmKY/Vv_sTHdpdRI/AAAAAAAAHtI/atZMnqtBHDk/78.jpg"><img title="78" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cddfd_GmmKY/Vv_sTHdpdRI/AAAAAAAAHtI/atZMnqtBHDk/78.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="400" data-json="" /></a></div>
That's the number that stopped the streak. For 78 straight days I hit (or exceeded) my Fitbit goal of 10,000 steps. I even had a few days of over 25,000. It really just started to see if I could do it for a week but then I just kept going and going. It felt great. And there was the added bonus of driving Cousin Joy around the bend. 😉 Lol
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But in the middle of the week I got hit with a 2 day migraine. It's rare for me to have one that stretches over more than one day. And if you have ever suffered from them you know that coming off of one is almost as bad. I have no explanation for this next part but when I have a migraine I crave fresh fruit. Particularly green grapes. Don't know why but I crave them and they seem to settle my stomach. I wonder if there is something in fresh fruit that your body is lacking.
Anyway, I'm on the mend today and feeling back to normal. Today I have to start dismantling the house, packing up the china cabinet and all the small furniture. The floor guy is coming on Thursday.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-62021500604874661742016-03-28T18:34:00.000-03:002016-03-28T18:34:07.475-03:00More changes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WJ-ViUYj2TA/VvmjBfqC1YI/AAAAAAAAHss/wCSXLYNtbFU/Change.jpg"><img title="Change" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WJ-ViUYj2TA/VvmjBfqC1YI/AAAAAAAAHss/wCSXLYNtbFU/Change.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="200" data-json="" /></a></div>
More household changes ahead. Another little renovation is going to happen. Ughh, this house is a money pit but I keep telling myself it will be worth it in the end. (Hope, hope, hope). I want to get rid of the carpet on the main floor. It's just not dog friendly and I'm sick of it.
I researched and researched, compared prices, and stressed and stewed over the decision. It's such a huge investment and you have to live with it for years. And then this morning I drove to the city and loaded the back of the Equinox. I had 25 cases jammed in there. And don't let the size of each box fool you - they are heavy. So heavy in fact, and all sliding to the back that I worried all the way home on the highway that that back latch might give way and all my floor would be spread across the highway!
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There it is, my retirement savings. Lol. But I got lucky when it was time to drag it in the house. I carried one box in and went to get another and a man was walking by with his dog. He handed me his dog leash, told me to watch his dog and he just started carrying it all in. Imagine!! Nice huh
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I didn't even mind the dirty foot prints. I had 25 of those heavy boxes and only had to carry one
So in about 2 weeks I will have a nice light maple floor
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Some of the dark woods are gorgeous but the front of my house is kind of dark so I thought this would brighten it up a bit.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-44719786542634664462016-03-26T18:14:00.000-03:002016-03-26T18:14:27.558-03:00Success and random bitsStill obsessed with hot cross buns I planned on making my own this morning. I had recipes and raisins but unfortunately I was lacking ambition. So I went to the downtown local foods market and found these
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And they were perfect. Exactly as I remembered and no crazy fruity bits. Happy girl! I also sold my sofa bed. It was picked up this afternoon. It was awkward, in the way and just didn't work anywhere. So now I need to find something else for the den maybe my sewing machine might find a permanent home, or maybe a little office. Everything is an option right now. It's an odd little room.
Most of the rest of the day belonged to Abby who was exceptionally clingy today. She HAD to be touching me
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And if I dared to move or readjust myself I got kisses until I stayed still
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She's so hard to resist. I can assume that since she was cuddly and snuggly most of the day, she we want to run wild all night. But the Easter bunny must have been here while we were out walking. A new sweater was peeking out of the mailbox
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I have to share this little Abby story. Whenever I take her to aunties, she's a brat. She always does something she shouldn't. We went there to have supper with Auntie on Good Friday. We were there 10 minutes when we looked in the living room
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While we were setting the table Abby found Aunties laundry and had gathered a pile of socks "to play with". Auntie was not amused.
P.S. I thought it was pretty funny 😛
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-78206138576985284182016-03-23T22:20:00.000-03:002016-03-23T22:20:13.901-03:00The Hot Cross ConspiracyI want to get to the bottom of this. Easter hasn't been the same for years since the hot cross bun got all fancy. I remember how happy we used to be just before Easter when the grocery stores started having hot cross buns.
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They were special because they were only available for a short time. They were soft and moist, with a few raisins and of course that yummy frosting cross. My mother and I would only want to eat the tops, much to the dismay of the rest of the family who would find just the bottoms in the package. We would sneak them together when nobody else was around. Lol
Then about 10 years ago or so, something dark and disturbing happened. We purchased our annual buns, sliced one open, and saw bits of foreign objects. Yellow and orangy fruit bits or something. Yuck! Not being people to concede defeat we assumed it was some weird new trend just at that store. We went to several other stores and low and behold ALL the buns were contaminated with these little fruity bits.
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We even tried to pick them out before we ate them. Yes we really did this. But it wasn't the same. They had been ruined by some kind of societal twist.
I want my soft, simple hot cross buns back. Help!! Just raisins, no funny stuff.
Stop the madness people!
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I really started my "spring dance" first thing yesterday morning. I came downstairs, grabbed Abby's leash and bent down to put on my shoes and.........spider! Giant spider on the wall about 2 inches from my face. I screamed like one of those people in a cheesy horror movie. I screamed so loud Abby took off and hid in the living room.
So after I whacked it with a shoe and coaxed Abby out of hiding, I went on a spring cleaning frenzy. I hate spiders!
We did notice another sign of spring this morning. Peeking out from the dead grass, a little volunteer baby crocus
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And some new sprouts peeking out from under the old dead leaves in the back garden
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Unfortunately the weatherman is calling for a small snow storm tomorrow so these will all be covered in white tomorrow. But at least it's not like last year. Here's a little flashback reminder from this date last year
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So I'm not complaining about a few inches tomorrow.
Even Abby is doing a happy dance. This was taken St. Patrick's Day at doggie daycare. So I suppose she was doing an Irish jig??
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It would seem Abby has her first crush. Much like a children's daycare, when you pick up your pooch at doggie daycare you get a little report on their day. When I picked up Abby Friday the owner was laughing. She told me Abby set her sights on a little Maltese mix named Charlie.
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The only trouble was Charlie was not interested. Not-at-all. But Abby, being a typical girl, found his hard-to-get game to be quite alluring. She tried and tried to get his attention but apparently with NO success. (I guess he was "just not that into her")
So apparently she changed her tactic and tried to make him jealous, mingling with the rest of the pack
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There she is, in the middle, probably looking at Charlie 💔. Well, when all else fails what is a girl to do? Try to make him jealous of course! She found a handsome Doberman (yes, a Doberman) to hang out with for the rest of the day. I'm sure she is hoping Charlie went home jealous and filled with regret and maybe will show her a little love next week.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-81004418672978814902016-03-02T21:14:00.000-04:002016-03-02T21:14:45.733-04:00Shocking!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OyRAV0vbnMs/VtePzmqe-HI/AAAAAAAAHqY/Z7MsutdDxFw/Dog.jpg"><img title="Dog" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OyRAV0vbnMs/VtePzmqe-HI/AAAAAAAAHqY/Z7MsutdDxFw/Dog.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="400" data-json="" /></a></div>
Ok, something truly horrible and shocking happened today. I am shocked and appalled to say the least. Those of you with tender hearts may want to sit down for this. Ok, I'll just say it.......
Today I stopped at the pharmacy at noon and.........oh dear, this is harder than I thought.........they gave me the "seniors discount". (Shudder). The SENIORS DISCOUNT,!!
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I mean how could this happen? The best explanation I can think of is the cashier was seriously vision impaired. I went back to work deep in despair. I immediately went to the washroom mirror to look at the wrinkles around my eyes! I mean she didn't even ASK, .she just gave it to me
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And it wasn't like I was buying geritol or Depends! How could this happen to me??
I ask you, my lovely followers, does this look like a woman who should qualify for a seniors discount??
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Of course I'm talking about Abby, my furry little garbage can! She will eat anything.......anything! I swear at least once a day I am sticking my fingers in her mouth and it's NOT pleasant. (Somethings I don't want to talk about.....ewww)
With the mild winter there is no frost in the ground so the snow plows have left clumps of torn up sod everywhere. And she eats them! I see them up ahead on the lawn or sidewalk and I "think" I've got a good hold on her and then she friggin pelican dives to get them
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I ate lunch today in front of the tv and left a napkin on the coffee table. I left the room for no more than 30 seconds and returned to find a thousand shreds of paper on the floor and pulled a wad of it from her mouth. Nothing is safe. NOTHING
We have a box full of dog toy corpses, naturally a little light on stuffing. Dog toys do not survive. I've started buying stuffed baby toys at the thrift store for .75 cents each. These survive. This is what I don't understand. Dogs have teeth.....babies do not.....so why are baby toys sturdier?? Ughhhhh
She's a furry little garbage eater! Help.........
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-48078870871790248632016-02-27T21:59:00.000-04:002016-02-27T21:59:36.147-04:00Sunny Saturday <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lMeEmajyPfQ/VtJUW50QY3I/AAAAAAAAHps/4JLmWgRoOvI/Spr.jpg"><img title="Spr" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lMeEmajyPfQ/VtJUW50QY3I/AAAAAAAAHps/4JLmWgRoOvI/Spr.jpg" alt="" width="236" height="271" data-json="" /></a></div>
I know it's just a weather tease but it was a gorgeous day. Cool temps but lots of gorgeous sunshine. It was the kind of day that being outside made you just wonder "could spring be right around the corner?" I know we will have a few more blasts of winter before it's over but today I sensed Spring and I loved it.
After brunch with a gal pal I came home and hit the dye pots again. I'm so loving dyeing wool. This time I wanted to try out a little mottling. So 2 pots, same color formula in each. One pot I stirred and the other I just gently poked.
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What do you think? I have to say, for a first attempt I'm pretty pleased. Next time I think I'll use less water in the mottled pot
I had some other colors I wanted to try but didn't have the right dyes. Guess I'll have to make another list
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-29231997253457111652016-02-26T20:52:00.000-04:002016-02-26T21:02:23.384-04:00Another firstThere have always been some things I felt were beyond my many talents. (Ok stop laughing). In the last few years I've learned to make tea biscuits that do not taste or feel like hockey pucks, I've figured out that neat tight little roll of a perfect cinnamon bun, I've figured out how to fix countless house maintenance issues and I've learned how to dye my own wool. But making bread has always seemed out of reach. Some mystical kitchen magic only special people blessed by the baking gods can attain the perfect loaf with a slightly chewy yet crispy golden brown crust and soft fluffy insides.
Then I saw a recipe link on Facebook --- 4 ingredients, easy directions. Should I dare be so bold as to try? What did I have to lose? 3 cups of flour? Just try it
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Mix the four ingredients, cover the bowl and leave it overnight. That's my kind of recipe -- mix and leave it. Into the oven and soon you get this
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It sure looks pretty. But how will it taste? Chances are it can't be pretty AND tasty. Or can it?
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I slathered that piece in butter and it was incredible. And it was so easy it was almost criminal.
http://www.itsalwaysautumn.com/2016/02/12/homemade-artisan-bread-easiest-bread-recipe-ever.html
Try it
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-84104828368434679702016-02-25T21:04:00.000-04:002016-02-25T21:04:08.700-04:00Early Spring isn't all sweet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P1VCtvB_RYc/Vs-kYBypjSI/AAAAAAAAHo8/0APyu0n3gG0/Spring.jpg"><img title="Spring" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P1VCtvB_RYc/Vs-kYBypjSI/AAAAAAAAHo8/0APyu0n3gG0/Spring.jpg" alt="" width="240" height="320" data-json="" /></a></div>
After last February, one shouldn't really complain about early spring-like weather but this is me so here goes.....
My first gripe started in the middle of the night. I woke up and I was seriously overheated. My first thought was "oh great, a hot flash" so I threw the duvet on the floor and went back to sleep.
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When morning came I got dressed to take Abby out. My typical February early morning outfit. Boots, scarf, gloves, parka with the hood up. I opened the door and it was friggin tropical out. Like almost 60 degrees and I was dressed for minus 30. (I must have looked like a moron).
Then there was the other obvious reminder of spring - the unmistakable smell of skunk
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It was strong and it was close. I never did see him but I almost got whiplash checking over my shoulder multiple times. And again this evening but now it's dark so I was even more afraid. I just have this feeling that super social Abby is going to try and make a new friend some night. Ughhhhh
This is some seriously weird weather
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-83700917542367529232016-02-23T21:07:00.000-04:002016-02-23T21:07:34.552-04:00All the cool pups are doing itOk, it's finally happened. I've become one of those obnoxious Gen Xers who takes their dog to doggie day care.
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I'm now one of those people I used to laugh at........ But just look at how happy my baby was on her first day
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And she even made a little friend. Awwwwww
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Now before you think I've completely gone over the edge this is not going to be a regular thing. Maybe a couple of times a month where Abby can get better socialized with other dogs and get some exercise. And it will help me out when my work schedule is heavy.
When I bring her home she is worn out. She goes right to bed for several hours which is a nice break for me
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Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-36495995346624738682016-02-21T20:03:00.000-04:002016-02-21T20:03:07.252-04:00Color to "dye" forI finally took the plunge and made my first attempt at dyeing my own wool.
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I had all my stuff gathered and re-read the several helpful tips my blog friends have sent me and I was ready. The wool was soaked. I only dyed one yard for a start, 2 different colours. What's the worse that can happen?
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I think I'm hooked. I made a half yard of pepperberry red and a half of slate blue
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Based on the pictures in the dye book, this is what they are supposed to look like!! At the moment I only have a limited amount of dye colours so my options are still limited but I can't wait to try again next weekend.
I don't know why I waited so long. This is fun!
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-35079105204219041142016-02-13T21:29:00.000-04:002016-02-13T21:29:44.833-04:00You wanna be my WHAT??So, the other day I open up Facebook and I had a new friend request. Those are always exciting. I mean who doesn't want to make friends, right? Well.........my jaw dropped to the floor and then I started to laugh. You know, that evil maniacal kind a laughter. Mwahahhaha!!!
This story really starts almost 45 years ago. It was first grade and little Kimmie with her honey coloured ringlets had a special pair of scissors. My grandfathers sister sent me a pair of pink plastic safety scissors with the handles in the shape of a little bird. They were so pretty and NO ONE else had a pair like them. They came all the way from Boston!
They were like this only so much better
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Then, one day I went to reach for them under my desk and THEY WERE GONE. I looked everywhere, pulling all the stuff out and desperately looking for my extra special scissors. And then I saw them a few desks away, in the hands of Jane Doe. And she wouldn't give them back! I cried and told the teacher and that sticky-fingered first grader told the teacher they were HERS!
I went home and cried to my Mom and she told me to forget it, that maybe "Jane" couldn't afford scissors and needed them more than me and Mom would buy me new scissors. But they would never be the same.
"Jane" took the scissors home and I never saw them again. Hrumph, she probably traded them for cigarettes on the playground from some six graders. Yes it's possible, she was that kind of girl (even at 5 years old)
So it's now 45 years later and apparently I'm still not over it. Lol. I swear when her name popped up its the first thing that came to mind. The second thing to come to my mind was "are they allowed to Facebook in prison?".
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Ok, she's not really in prison but I always figured she was destined for there.
So as for the Facebook friend request.........
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Instead I focused on a different kind of bowl - my own super bowl
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I found a recipe for toasted coconut cupcakes. It's here http://www.chatelaine.com/recipe/desserts/toasted-coconut-cupcakes/
If you love anything coconut like me, make these. I didn't make the frosting because I don't like frosting so I'm calling these coconut muffins. I don't know if it's a rule or just something I made up but in my mind if it has frosting it's a cupcake and without it's a muffin.
I'm in a blog slump, and a hooking slump. I picked up my project the other night and looked at it again ........blah
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I'm kind of hating it. And the top half is almost all hooked. So I have to decide whether to abandon or rip out ALL the background and try again . For now it sits on the floor.
Winter has visited us again with more on the way this week. I had a few minutes to kill Saturday so popped into the pet store. Doggie sweaters were on sale so Miss Abby got a couple of new sweaters. She is so funny in the snow. I shovelled her a little spot to do her business but she'd prefer to climb up and go in the deep stuff
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Time to make a cup of hot chocolate, eat another muffin and wait for Downton Abbey.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-72763228076473376542016-01-31T21:28:00.000-04:002016-01-31T21:28:59.029-04:00Just another winter weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8H_j3WxmDaQ/Vq60n9CRZtI/AAAAAAAAHm0/z-BNvde6E5I/Back.jpg"><img title="Back" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8H_j3WxmDaQ/Vq60n9CRZtI/AAAAAAAAHm0/z-BNvde6E5I/Back.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="187" data-json="" /></a></div>
Nothing exciting has been happening so not much to blog about. But despite the landslide of followers disappearing, I woke up this morning and had 1 new one. Yay, so whoever you are please don't judge the quality of this blog by this boring post :)
The photo above is what greeted me when I went outside Saturday morning. Even a snow-hater like me had to admit for a minute that it did look pretty. A lot of it has melted today so now it looks messy and dirty again. Oh well, not complaining because after last winter, this years snowfalls have been a blessing!
While I shovelled, Miss Abby frolicked in the new snow.
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She loves it. She runs up the snow drifts, rolls around, buries her head in it. It's funny to watch but she's a mess of sticky snowballs when we come inside. Today I decided to rearrange some furniture. My hooking area is quite cluttered since Abby's pen is still in the middle of the floor. I still don't dare trust her to free range around the house while I'm at work.
The project is still in progress. I straightened the hooking area but made the den a disaster. Lamps and wall hangings need to find new places and after almost giving myself a hernia moving the 4,000 pound bookshelf by myself, I gave up for the day.
I haven't hooked in a week. But I am slowing gathering supplies for the dye project. My spoons arrived mid week, the dye book is here, I have a yard of natural wool but am still looking for a cheap stock pot. And I need to order some dye but I can't decide what color I want to try first. I'm going to just pick a color later and order the dye recipe.
It's almost time for Downton Abby so time to gather some tv snacks and settle in. I'm starting to get a little scared that the series will end with Edith and Moseley becoming some kind of heroes and that will completely tick me off.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-38043167060359702192016-01-26T20:37:00.000-04:002016-01-26T20:37:48.393-04:00Competitive 14<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ES9OL1JMhA0/VqgRNxavDiI/AAAAAAAAHmM/E3r5DdXBaZM/Comp.jpg"><img title="Comp" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ES9OL1JMhA0/VqgRNxavDiI/AAAAAAAAHmM/E3r5DdXBaZM/Comp.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="300" data-json="" /></a></div>
I have a little bit of the competitive spirit. Not just with others, sometimes just for me. I've taken my Fitbit a little more serious the last 2 weeks. A couple of weeks ago I hit my 10,000 step goal quite easily, so I tried to do it 2 days in a row. It's not that easy when you sit at a desk 7 hours a day. So I did it 2 days in a row and then my competitive streak kicked in and I wondered if I could do it 7 days in a row.
Well........today it is 14 days in a row! Yay
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For the first time EVER I am at the top of my friends leaderboard.
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I blacked out the names to spare your shame. You know who you are........LOL. I've taken a little good natured jabs from one of my faithful followers over this leaderboard. Hint, hint, she's not near the top (wink)
It was fun to overtake my boss who is a fitness nut. But I think I've met my goal for awhile and will back off for a bit. I'm tired. Not enough "deep couch sitting" lately.
And in celebration of Day 14, I've made myself a little treat
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Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-15275398535179953242016-01-24T20:00:00.000-04:002016-01-24T20:00:38.824-04:00Cracked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uo80qJfzmMI/VqVleFuJLXI/AAAAAAAAHls/5GtPBpkCdC4/Egg.jpg"><img title="Egg" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uo80qJfzmMI/VqVleFuJLXI/AAAAAAAAHls/5GtPBpkCdC4/Egg.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="272" data-json="" /></a></div>
We have had a snap of cold weather which has done a number on my skin. Several fingers are painfully cracked. Today I went out to buy an assortment of different hand lotions. So I have stayed away from crafty pursuits this week, trying to not re-open some of these cracks. Hence the lack of anything blog worthy.
While I was lotion shopping I did stumble upon these.......OMG yummy!
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They go perfectly with coffee and baileys ;). Tonight was a beef stew and biscuit night. The stew in the slow cooker smelled so amazing. That smell drove me crazy all afternoon. Ironically it smelled better than it tasted. It was a little bland. Disappointing Guess I will have to have a few more cookies to make up for it.
I'm still waiting for my dye book and spoons to arrive. Hopefully by next weekend
Really, there is nothing much happening here. Just popped in to say hi
Oh oh, looks like somebody wants a little attention.
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Have a great week
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-54839376273293884892016-01-16T21:05:00.000-04:002016-01-16T21:05:01.193-04:00Winter weekendThanks for all the input on my last post about wool dyeing. Plus I had lots of emails with tips, tricks, advice and different techniques. I'm sold! I've ordered a book and some spoons and I have my super-thrifter friend looking for a big pot or two. So sometime over the next weeks I will be ready to jump all over it. Excited to learn this aspect of rug hooking. Plus, with the sorry state of the Canadian dollar, I won't be ordering a lot of wool from the US for awhile - I'll be making my own colour stash! I'll keep you posted
I kept busy today despite waking up feeling like death warmed over. (One of my mothers favourite expressions). We were supposed to get a big storm late this morning but it didn't start up until after supper. Being out in the fresh air today helped me feel better so Abby and I went on several short walks throughout the day. And at supper time my Fitbit buzzed. I'd hit my 10,000 steps earlier than usual. It's usually close to bedtime when I hit 10,000 (IF I hit it)
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It's a good thing I walked more today because I bought some storm snacks
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Cool branding idea eh! My little buddy was worn out keeping up with me all day. She crashed after supper
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She's still growing! And getting a bit less lady like
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I think it's time to rip open those storm chips and do a little hooking. This is a Lori Brechlin doodle "Snow Bird"
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Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-76251857278861694982016-01-12T22:24:00.000-04:002016-01-12T22:24:51.899-04:00To dye or not to dye? Ok rug hookers, I need some advice. Every once in awhile I get the urge to learn to dye my own wool. You know when you start a project and can't find that "perfect" color wool in your stash? Frustrating!
So I have a few questions. I'm looking for those lovely primitive colours
What is your favourite dye book?
Do you dye in a big pot? Slow cooker?
Preference of spoons? Is there a difference?
What is the best type/brand of dye?
What else do I need?
I appreciate all your help
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-19807786671372932132016-01-10T19:34:00.000-04:002016-01-10T19:34:07.832-04:00All thatSo yesterday I was strutting around like I was"all that and a bag of chips"
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I summoned my inner handy woman and fixed my storm door all by myself! I replaced the handle and the broken locking mechanism. I was almost done when the nice old fella who lives behind me came over to ask what I was doing. When he saw he said " oh those are tricky". Then he noticed I was just tightening the Last few screws. He high-fived me.
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I was bragging to a friend and she told me to get over myself. Lol
Then I tackled the lamps. I bought these new lamps at a ridiculous low price at a closing out sale but the shades were ugly. Before pic
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But when you pay $37 for a $140 lamp you can afford new shades. Here is the new version - so much better
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The rest of the weekend I puttered around with Miss Abby by my side
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All rested up for my first full week of work since the holidays. Sigh.....
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738934059756079283noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417359688941324284.post-12806074742161611472016-01-05T22:09:00.000-04:002016-01-05T22:09:54.180-04:00Finds and finishes I finished hooking the pattern from Lori Brechlin. I think this may go into my favourites list. It's hooked but not yet bound. (Big surprise)
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You were all so right about the letters. I am going to hook something else of the end of this linen before I cut it and bind and I think I'll re-open my etsy store soon. Now to just find another pattern to hook.
Now to my finds........I have a friend who is the "thrift store queen". She finds the best stuff. Finally today I decided to go thrifting with her. Well........I found some good stuff. This is a large tablecloth. Couldn't get a picture without the furry black inspector.
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I also got this little tea strainer and 2 mini muffin tins ($1)
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And this pair of pretty floral sheer drapes that I think will look great in the spare room. I love the old fashioned florals
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She just may have converted me to a thrifty girl :). Winter temperatures are here. I was about minus 17 when Abby and I went out for our little walk a bit ago. The sub zero temps seems to have made her frisky. She's been a holy terror since we came in.
She even broke one of her own records. This new toy lasted 5 minutes!! Grrrrrrrr
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