It's that time of year again. Time to clear off the dining room table, cover it in newspaper and schlup out some pumpkin guts. The tradition is pretty simple at our house. My husband wields the carving knife, following closely the Sharpie lines that the kids have drawn on the outside of the pumpkin. The kids schlup the guts into a large bowl, and I sort out the seeds. Heaven forbid we let those seeds go to waste.* Yes, this is the time of year for toasting pumpkin seeds in the oven - the only time of year. As soon as those jack-o-lanterns are lit and glowing from the then darkened dining room, the family is anticipating that salty, crunchy late night snack that is the reward only after your fingers have gone pruney from pumpkin slime.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Recently I purchased a pack of Waverly upholstery samples from the 1960s. The line was titled "New Hope" and came still stapled to the cardboard hanger. Each smaller swatch had a label on the back, and the larger piece was almost a half yard. Hmmm, a pencil skirt? A tote bag? Throw pillows?
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Earlier this month I had the occasion to dress in my finest witch's costume and head out for a little late night shopping. One of our local antique stores was hosting their annual Witches' Night Out, an evening for ladies to shop while nibbling on cheesecakes and pumpkin spice coffee. Special sales in the store and door prizes added to the fun. But let's be honest, dressing up only for the 31st? It's really not enough.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
When I think of Summer vacation , I immediately picture billowing, cotton sundresses and snappy playsuits in novelty prints. But when I combine that image with Summer traveling, I cringe at the thought of ironing said cotton dresses with teeny hotel irons and flimsy boards (should you be *lucky* enough to even have one). Such was my dilemma. The South Dakota Badlands in August were sure to be hot, but once again, I opted for wool. Hank looked up from under the hood of the Chevy just long enough to raise his greasy eyebrow at that decision, but I sewed on. Ultimately I decided on two staple pieces on which to build my wardrobe: an A-line skirt and a pair of pants.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Last month we took a much needed break from the farm. We packed the Chevy and headed west on I-90. It was a round trip tour through five states that took us nine days and required only 143 stops of getting in and out of the car (but who's counting?). So settle back, and I'll regale you with a smattering of our vacation photos (in no particular order).