Sunday, December 31, 2017

Slow Stitching

I almost titled this Slow Stitching Progress.  But then I didn't because I don't really think of this stitching as having an "end".  I enjoy everything about it from selecting the fabric for the patches, to selecting the thread, to deciding what direction to lay the stitches.  I love the way the stitching is changing this jacket from an item I hated to an item I embrace.

I'm linking this post to Kathy's Quilts: Slow Stitching.  (I forgot to do that the last time I posted a picture of this jacket).

Today I am grateful to have "Me Time" to stitch guilt free.

Happy New Year.  Be safe.
xx, Carol

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas

I want to wish all of my friends a very happy holiday.

You all make me so happy to have your friendships I am hugging myself as I think of you all.

Whatever holiday you celebrate, I wish you JOY.
xx, Carol

Sunday, December 17, 2017

A Little Story

I know that you recognize this Logo. But this is not a story about shoes.  Let me back up a bit.

My best friend in my adult life was more than 20 years older than me.  She used to tell me stories about how this are was when she was little.  I was really interested in hearing about riding on dirt roads that lead from Elkhart Indiana to South Bend.  I have always loved knowing about the history of this area including the Indians that camped along the St. Joseph River and the ambitious men that built this area east of Chicago into a manufacturing hub.

I was raised in Michigan City located on Lake Michigan just east of Gary.  My father worked at US Steel South Chicago Works and commuted to work each day on the South Shore Railroad.  My aunt and uncle owned a home on US 421 just off the Michigan City Toll Road exit.  The front of their home was a restaurant with a HUGE dining room and lunch counter.  The kitchen was their personal kitchen.  You could do things like that back then.  I remember when the toll road was BUILT.  My brother worked at the construction site. That brought the restaurant a lot more business.  One of her customers was Dr. Scholl.

Dr. Scholl was born on a dairy farm in Laporte County Indiana.  He invented arch supports for shoes and advertised himself right into a major company.  The company headquarters was built in Chicago.  He bought a mansion on Lake Michigan in the little "town" of Long Beach.  He visited my aunt's restaurant often.  She mentioned to him that the daily work of the restaurant was becoming too much and she was thinking of closing it and moving into town and opening a catering service.  Dr. Scholl offered her a job of house keeping for his mansion on the lake.  She jumped at the chance because she would be well paid to visit the mansion once a week to do light house cleaning.  Since he didn't live there and visited sporadically it really involved dusting and vacuuming.  The other part of her job was to cater any dinner parties he might have while he was at the lake.

I remember visiting the mansion with her.  I played at the beach while she did her tasks.  I remember being in awe of the bathroom faucets that were gold.  There was what I called the African room that was totally decorated with African masks, animal heads and other art.  There was a HUGE bathroom/dressing area as you came into the home from the beach with several sink areas and changing rooms.  There was an exercise room down there too.  The kitchen was the most amazing one I had ever seen, the kind you might imagine seeing in magazines now.  Very State of the Art.  That is all I remember about the house, but I'm sure I saw most of it.

Al Capone had a mansion in Long Beach too, but his was not on the lake side of the road that runs along the lake shore.  His was surrounded by a tall iron fence.  I never saw the inside of HIS retreat, lol.

My other aunt worked at Arno Tape, which made adhesives for Dr. Scholl products.

I go back home pretty often since it's only about a 25 minute drive.  Of course the town has changed so much it's almost sad to go there.  There is a Casino, an Outlet Mall and a nice antique shop.  If you don't live in Michigan City you have to pay to go to the park at the lake.  So I am just lost in my thoughts about going to the amusement park that was there, visiting the zoo, spending every single minute I could at the beach and of course parking at the Lover's Lane called Fedder's Alley.

I love local history and lore. Is there something really interesting about the town where you were raised?

Grateful:  to still have my memory.

xx, Carol

Monday, December 4, 2017

Barbie Dog and a Big Bird

 Like everyone, I had a busy November.  Nope, I didn't have to prepare one thing for Thanksgiving.  Alyssa took it all over.  Corey and Alyssa work well together.  She cooked everything with little help from me.  Corey took over setting up tables and all the lifting and reaching that Terry usually does.  They invited a longtime friend, his girlfriend and their son.  My grandson Kyle came and it was actually a riotous time after dinner when the kids related stories of when they lived near each other and went to school together.

We did NOT do any Black Friday shopping, however I did buy a few things on line.  On line shopping has become my way to go, except I do like to shop for fabric in person.

When I woke up Thanksgiving morning, I glanced out the kitchen window at the pond on my way to get a cup of coffee.  I did a double take and the first thing that went through my mind was to wonder why we left a yard ornament out when we put the rest away.


 It was a fleeting thought when I realized that was actually a live bird at the pond.  He zeroed in on a fish swimming under the ice.  I was thinking I had to chase him off when I blinked my eye and he was gone.

We live really close to the river and a Blue Heron will occasionally visit looking for a snack.  I wonder how often one visits that I don't see.

On Halloween during the Trick or Treat hours we had two deer visit, but I couldn't get their picture before they ran off.  I was pretty surprised they were where they could be seen with all the people and traffic in our neighborhood.  It was certainly MY treat to see them.
Boscoe and Harley are BFFs.  I love this picture because it shows the difference in their size.  Boscoe weighs about 110 pounds and Harley weighs about 15.  They are together constantly and always playing. 

Tyson rarely plays with Harley.  They do run together but do not play dog games.  I call Harley Boscoe's Barbie Dog.  Their personalities are very much the same.  Corey has told me that he will leave Harley with us when they move and so far he may take Tyson, but I really doubt it.

As you might guess, our house is a circus and it keeps us constantly laughing.




Grateful:  Today I am grateful that Corey, Alyssa and Nic cleared the leaves from our yard this fall.  I have been having a bout of sciatic pain that has been going on since about a week before Thanksgiving and Terry has the Shingles.  This is the second time he has had them.  Don't let anyone tell you that you only get them once.

Tell me something funny.  Tell me a funny story about something that happened this fall or a joke.
We all need to laugh more.
xx, Carol