Tuesday, March 17, 2015

irish roots

one potato ... two potato 

my four kids are getting *potato bags for Saint Patrick's Day... 
and there's one for me cuz i have irish roots, too... 

mmm hmmm...
even if i AM more pasta than potatoes...


you say potato
i say potahto
George and Ira Gershwin


*this link isn't the pattern that i used, but it oughta work about the same

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Saturday, January 31, 2015

one through thirty won

january is the best month of the year, innit?!?
 it is MY birthday month, so there will be no disagreeing with me on this one, lemmetellya!!!
i didn't blog much, but i did manage to:
 finish reading a not-memorable book that i'd already read once and couldn't remember any of the story cuz it was that forgettable... 
and finish a couple of the Craftsy classes that i bought the last time they went on sale...
and take one of Auntia's PIPB's to flimsy status...
 and piece most of the Black Cat Crossing fabric that i thought i couldn't live without into one biggish and two smallish flimsies...

no longer collecting dust in the family room ... now they are all collecting dust in MY room till they find their way to michigan for quilting ... soooo close
and turn a panel for a countdown to halloween calendar into an actual finish along with 6 halloween microwave-a-bowl holders...
13 ... 12 ... 11 ... 10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... TRICK or TREAT!!!
and 16 more microwave-a-bowl holders and a potato bag and a few coasters which everyone else seems to call mug rugs cuz that sounds cooler than coaster...
winter, valentine's day, st. patrick's day, late and dirty (love that Jase)
and we helped LuLu with her 100 days celebration project...
100 flowers
Auntia stayed with LuLu's kindergarten class all that morning manning the 100 Pieces of Trail Mix station, bless her heart ... and then it was time to celebrate my 126th half-birthday with an original work of art from LuLu...
 that is LuLu in her orange with grey polka dotted dress ... those spikey things in the trees are worms for the birds ... and the daddy bird is gonna follow the arrow down to the fish so he can eat them and then throw them up in the baby birds' mouths ... but he doesn't eat the baby fish - just the mahdult fish
and lottsa cookies in an AWESOME TIN from Cheryl's cuz they KNOW what i like...
there was also a big box of cookies but they are already gone gone gone
a suh-weet cupcake R2D2 that actually sings Happy Birthday to You in R2D2ish...
a Wookie who roars and has taken up residence in the pièce de résistance...
 the purse that Auntia has been promising to make for me for the past gazillion years
and a fun lunch out today with Michael Myson... 
and when i got home i figured out how to change the light bulb for the car's passenger-side rear blinker ... sometimes it stinks to hafta be a mahdult ... but at least i didn't hafta be the daddy bird and throw up in the baby birds' mouths...

Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
John Benfield