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Updated: 2018-03-06T17:41:22.103-05:00


Saying Goodbye to the Vanity


Wow, who knew that the hardest part of a bathroom remodel was getting rid of all the stuff  you just ripped out? I didn't think the bathroom was that large until we started lugging out boxes, bags, and Rubbermaid containers of tile and mortar.

Betsy and I decided that the vanity wasn't worth saving. It didn't require much thought, to be truthful. We are pretty dangerous when we are wielding weapons of mass destruction, and the vanity didn't stand a chance.

This is the vanity (such as it was) before.


So much room now! And the best part is that now I get to brush my teeth and wash my face at the kitchen sink. What joy!

A Walk on the Farm


While we wait for the bathroom to remodel itself, how about joining me for a walk on the farm in November, south Georgia style?[...]

It Was Bound to Happen


It's been two years since I bought this lovely 1966 brick ranch, and I've moved slowly when it comes to remodeling. I've done more work outside (new pillars, landscaping, etc.) than inside. Well, nothing major inside. Mike and I tore up the dining room carpeting (what were they thinking?) to uncover 1970 circa sheet vinyl. Not beautiful, but better than the blue carpet. Betsy and I painted the dining room (please, let's get rid of some of that beige!), and that's about it!Friday night proved to be the right time to start an indoor project. The Blue Bathroom seemed a good place to start. It was begging for a gut job. I took out the rusted HVAC vent, picked up a screwdriver and a hammer, and started chipping away.Whoa! Who knew that back in the day there was no cement backer board, just cement? Betsy and Kevin heard the commotion, assessed the situation, and brought some better tools of mass destruction to my aide. She and I beat the living daylight out of that floor, and discovered (not surprisingly) that the subfloor near the tub was, well, gone! I found this terribly exciting. No, seriously, I did!! She and I did as much as we could felt like that night.Day 2 found me digging into the stunningly lovely countertop. Mike couldn't take it anymore, so he brought his A game and worked on the floor, while I sledgehammered the counter.The plan, as it stands right now, is to paint the tile surrounding the tub, but get rid of all the other tile on the walls. New toilet, new hex tile floor (after new subfloor), drywall, vent/light in ceiling, keep and update vanity, new sink and countertop. Then again, I could lose the vanity and use the pedestal sink I bought a year ago and put in a free-standing cabinet for towels, etc. I am not married to any one plan right now, because new ideas come to me on an hourly basis!Today is Day 3, and Betsy and I are dressed and ready to tackle getting that vanity away from the wall and maybe even getting the old toilet out. It's a good thing this place has two bathrooms![...]

Ah yes, I do exist


Sometimes I wonder. In other news, I finished a knitting project! I practically broke my arm, patting myself on the back after I got it done. I used some yarn I had in the massive yarn pile. Probably DK  weight, wool, dyed with indigo in the fall of last year. Jordan, my trusty assistant, needed a shawl to wear on site while in costume, and after about 5 attempts at a different pattern, I tried the Holden Shawlette, found on ravelry. Such an easy pattern that I am almost finished with another one. That is, as soon as I spin and dye some more yarn to match. Yes, I managed to run out of fiber halfway through. arrgggghh. But the first one (pictured here) was finished with a bit of yarn to spare. Go me. This is a really easy pattern, but if you're a visual person, like me, do yourself a favor and use the lace charts. All those words will just mess you up.

Rainy Night in Georgia


Last year we couldn't pay for rain, but I think last night just made up for it. Hwy. 82E (which means nothing to you) has been closed because of standing water, and so are many of the back roads. I can't tell you how long it's been since I went to sleep listening to the rain. I kept wanting to write "listening to the train", but in Tifton, that's about all you can hear most days. By the time I got to work, a lot of the water had receded, but I managed to get some pictures of what was still there. For all you drought-stricken areas, don't worry, your day is coming![...]

Yes, Virginia, I Do Exist


And by exist, I mean sweat. Yes, sweat. Man, it is some kind of hot down here. In Tifton, not Hell, although some days I'm not sure there's much difference. My sister has been known to say that Tifton is as hot as Satan's butt crack, a place she must be familiar with, but I have not as of yet visited. I can't wait until I can complain about how cold it is. I know you're looking forward to that post, too.So, the hot summer. The hot, hot summer. It's been fun so far. All the kids and grandkids have been down to visit, all at the same time the week of July 4th. There were no sewage backup incidents, but did I mention it was hot? Oh, I did? Whatev. We had fun, but I miss seeing all of them on a regular basis. I've got lots of catching up to do on here. The wine is ready. Well, it was ready almost 10 months ago, but that's another story. I've dyed wool, canned fruits and veggies, worked on the house, gained 10 pounds, knitted, rearranged furniture, lost 2 pounds, cut up my credit cards, made goat cheese, gained 4 more pounds, painted some stuff, and dyed my hair, more than once. Here are a few pics of my summer so far. Bowen at baseball camp Jesse's bday shortcake Toby, earning a cold Mountain Dew Just a frog, hitching a ride Princess Grace My sister's new plantation Idyllic moment. Yes, there was one.  Luke, our child prodigy.  Dan, after eating one too many Ninjago Legos. Yemessee, SCMoonlight through the pines. Goodnight.[...]

Long Time, No See


I write a blog post a day, complete with really cool pictures, but it's all in my head. Sorry. I am avoiding working in my yard after work today, so you get a blog post instead. A real one. I have a ton of stuff to write about, but because I don't want to keep you here all day, I'll start with poop. Yes, poop. Again, sorry.
I had a little incident where my sewer backed up into my shower after moving in last August, but a plunger and some bleach soon took care of the problem. Fast forward to Thanksgiving, and 9 extra people in the house, all big eaters. Geez, that was no way to make my guests feel welcome. Poop in the bathtub. Poop in the shower. Gah. Enter sweet boyfriend who plunged, snaked and cleaned up said mess - on Thanksgiving day. I thanked him, and let him know not to expect me to ever do it for him. The truth hurts.
All was fine for awhile, but dammit, it did it again. That was it. We snaked every line out of my house, and decided it must be close to the street. I was sweating bullets by this time, because I had managed to only spend under $30 for some Drano, a snake and a plunger. I made a call to the city, and was surprised when she asked me my address, and then told me she would have someone right out. Really? They were here in about 30 minutes. A very nice man pulled up front in a big truck with odd looking equipment all over it, and poked and prodded in my yard for a bit. Here's what he ended up with:(image) Yep, that would be my yard, full of, well, you know. He then proceeded to do this:(image) He sucked up the waste with a big old vacuum. How cool is that? But that's not the end of the story. Oh, no. A few days later I came home for lunch and found 6 men, a backhoe, and a city truck, some of them on my front lawn. Turns out my pipes were blocked with tree roots, on the CITY'S side of the line. How often does that happen? Where are those pictures, anyway? They fixed the problem, fixed the yard, and guess what? What gets flushed away, stays flushed away now.
I wanted to show you all my homemade goat cheese and the process, but I'll wait for another day. Not too cool to have it follow this post!

In Wine, There is Truth . . .


and the truth is, this homemade wine is about 500 proof right now!

It should be ready to drink on Halloween night, and if stays as strong as it is now, we'll all be seeing things that aren't there. Someone suggested that perhaps I could bottle it as "Gourment Rubbing Alcohol".

So, I picked the muscadines and scuppernogs all by my little self, 4 pounds in all. The recipes I looked at online suggested that I squish each and every grape by hand . Naturally, I rejected that idea. I washed them and put then in a big stainless steel pot, and tried to squish them with a potato masher. No luck. Meat tenderizer. No luck. Damn. These aren't grapes, they've got skins like leather! I ended up putting on some latex gloves (the texture was disgusting, hence the gloves) and squishing the damn things one at a time. Ooohhh, that made me mad.

(image) I added 4 pounds of sugar to the 4 pounds of muscadines and scuppernogs, 1 envelope of active dry yeast, and a couple of quarts of spring water. The directions said to stir the pot (I'm so good at that) once a day for 7 days, and otherwise leave alone. After about two days, you could smell the fermenting fruit and the ensuing alcohol content throughout the house. Whew-wee! After 7 days, I strained the mess through cheesecloth and put it in a big clear jug, where it will stay until Halloween. I think the time length is 6 weeks, but my brain has been befuddled by the fumes! I did stick my finger in it to taste it, and it's really strong. I'm a little afraid of drinking it when the time comes!



It's been a long summer, and here's why:Back in August I bought my first house. Yeah, I know. Like I'm 21 or something. That's me and my realtor in the picture. She sold us our house when we moved here back in 2007. Who knows what she'll be selling me in 4 more years! These are my peeps, celebrating the grand opening/closing by drinking champagne from plastic cups, and eating pizza. I know how to throw a party, don't I? Stay tuned for the next 30 years. Hopefully I'll get some updating done by then! [...]

Way Down Upon the Suwanee River . . .


Heading out over the bridge (the very high bridge) to see the Suwanee River That's it, folks, the river of fame and song. I think the first time I heard the song was back in 1966 or '67, somewhere near Sanford, FL, in a Shakey's restaurant. They played sing-a-long music, and projected the words on a screen, so you could follow along, complete with the red bouncing ball to keep your place. Betsy, do you remember that? I think Shakey's was known for pizza and beer, but I could be wrong. Big, long tables, pitchers of beer and pizza. That combination never goes out of style.As you can see, this dry, dry summer has taken it's toll on everything! I took Bowen on an outing last weekend, which included stops at the Suwanee, the Santa Fe and Itchetucknee Rivers. The water in the Suwanee is dark, dark, dark - not at all what I expected. We were standing on a bridge when these were taken, and the river was waaaayyyy down there. I thought I had pretty well conquered my fear of heights, but I was wrong!The Sante Fee River. And Bowen.That's Bowen, checking out the fish in the Santa Fe River. I had no idea there was such a place in Florida! We were there on a Sunday, and there was hardly a soul to be seen. I imagine they were all in church. Apparently only heathens visit the river on a Sunday.The Itchetucknee The springThese are pics of the Itchetucknee River. It was too far down to get close to, but it does have a spring. All the rivers were very low, but they were beautiful, very peaceful. The fact that there weren't many folks out and about helped with the peaceful part. The parts of Columbia and Alachua counties in Florida that we saw were very agrarian and quaint, not what most people expect from Florida. The small towns we drove through were picturesque, very north Florida. I think it's a crying shame that I've lived in south Georgia for almost 4 years and just found this beautiful spot!This was a pretty yard with a beautiful house right on the Suwanee River. We were in Fargo, GA, and the bridge in the first pics is the 441 bridge. At one time, 441 was the main thoroughfare to get to Florida from these parts. The Suwanee River Visitor Center is located right here, but because we were on a mission, we didn't stop in. Next time![...]

In the Garden


Just a VERY small portion of our daily cucumber harvestMe, cutting okra, sweating like a wart hog.Polly picking cucumbers and watching me sweat.Polly in the sweet corn patch, stealing ears of corn while Cecil isn't watching.Have I mentioned I was cutting okra?It's amazing what a little water and a lot of sunshine will do for a garden! We haven't seen any rain for weeks, but we've been doing what sprinkling we can. I've been trying to keep up with our smaller field gardens, with the help of some of my interpreters, but judging by the size of some of the cucumbers, I haven't been diligent enough! I love this job. Where else can you go out in the morning to pick produce and enjoy the quiet before you go back to your desk, and get paid for it![...]

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig


(image) Students in a spring workshop

It's been a long couple of months since I last posted. I turned 50 just over a week ago, and while I'm glad to be here, I just can't figure out where the past half century went!(image) Family & friends at my 50th birthday party

Lots of changes going on, lots of stress, lots of everything. My school workshop season at work is over for a month or two, but we've got plenty to do in the meantime. We've got an independence day celebration coming up on the 2nd of July and that's going to wipe me out. Well, that and the 100+ degree temps and lack of any precipitation down here. Number One grandson is down here for 3 weeks, and he managed to pack only 2 pair of underwear for the entire time. Sigh. He started baseball camp this morning, and is probably the only 11 year old in Georgia who took a nap today!
I've got lots of pics to post from the last few months, so stay tuned!

(image) Riding in the mule wagon

A Few of My Favorite Things


It's almost spring, and that's when a woman's fancy turns to shopping. Again. Kinda like winter. And summer. And, well, you know. My favorite bloggers are also my best enablers, and this spring they haven't let me down. Enter Photojojo. Ever heard of it? Don't be rude - wait until after you've read my post before you go clicking off to some other site! Here's what I want from them:
(image) (image) The Tokyo Dream Strap. How cool is that? Only $20.00, or two for $35.00. I like the blue, but then again, the red is too gorgeous.


Photoclips, because I need more crap to hang on my walls. No, really, I do.(image) And Jelly Camera Phone Filters. Why not?
But really, I think I'll just settle for the camera strap. Now I'm off to look for a good camera bag that doesn't require a bank heist to pay for it.

This is How You Catch a Cold


(image) This was a week ago, when I was healthy. Add some granddaughter germs, Zicam, 2 boxes of tissues, Excedrin and a heating pad, and you have the present. And yes, it's all worth it.

Keeping Warm


These are little flannel handwarmers, filled with flax seed. Aren't they cute? You put them in the microwave for about 20 seconds at a time, until they're warm and ready to put in your pockets for the walk to the bus.

I got the basic idea from Jenny, who comes up with some really cute craft ideas. I don't know how she does it with two small children and one more on the way! She's a great writer, too, and has plenty to say, so hop on over to her blog to check her out. Her January 8th post has a darling little flower hair barrette to make - no sew, no glue. Probably easy enough for me to finish in one sitting, if I can pay attention that long.

(image) picture lifted from Babyfingers



Due to my rather obsessive personality, I sometimes tend to covet items. For the past couple of years I've been drawn to still lifes and oil paintings - food, rabbits, chickens, whatever.Like this.Not like this. Interesting, but not something I want to wake up to.I like this, by Marilyn M. King.And these ladies, by Lisa Gloria.So last weekend at our annual LOLA (Love of Love Affair) fundraiser, I won (bought!) this at our silent auction. I took the picture with my phone, so excuse the wonkiness. The painting is by a local artist, Ann Clayton, who was at the fundraiser, but whom I never did meet. I've probably been in line behind her at the grocery store! I love this painting, which is about 8"x10". I've been moving it around the house to different spots to see where I like it best. I love it when I LOVE it!I'm one of those people who can't just "decorate" - I have to "develop" my surroundings. When we first moved here almost 4 years ago, it drove John crazy because I wouldn't just put up pictures and curtains and all that other stuff right away. I told him we needed to live in the house for a while to get the feel of it. It made me crazy that we had to pick paint colors before we even moved in. It was almost painful! I've repainted 2 of the bedrooms so far, and I'm itching to do more, but John likes it the way it is so I'm stuck doing it by myself. It took me 6 months from start to finish to paint our bedroom (hey, I did the ceiling, too, give me a break). I love to find things that speak to me and then find the perfect spot in the house for them. John, on the other hand, likes to put it all up, or go out and buy something that is the right size or color for the spot, whether it's something he loves or not. For me, finding the perfect painting does not mean a quick run to Garden Ridge or Hobby Lobby. Ugh. I think this has led me to another blog post - my strange taste in found objects! Does anyone else do this? Is your home constantly changing, or are you able to get it done and then just sit back and enjoy it?[...]

Winter Blehs.


Blahs, blehs, whatever you call them, they're just crappy. I don't get blues during the winter like I did when I was younger (but then again, I lived in NE Ohio, where the sun doesn't shine for 6 months out of the year), but even now I shy away from spending time outdoors where the fact that it's winter is hard to ignore.


This is a picture of the grandsons playing in the snow in Clemson, SC on 1/10/11. They don't usually get this much snow up there, and everything is shut down tight until it melts.

(image) This is a picture of my backyard on the same day. No snow. And instead of our usual (really Weather Channel, it's usually that warm?) 63 degree average for January, it's been in the low 40s. Just cold enough to be really ugly. The upside to all this? I can put off working in the yard!

Size: Awesome*


(image) I was just folding clothes out of the dryer, and the last item was a pair of small jeans I didn't recognize. Until I checked the tag. They're mine, the ones I've been taking in to fit until I reached the pockets and couldn't take them in anymore. They're mine. Wow. Go me.
*added later - after writing this and saving the post, I wore the jeans. They were snug. Ouch.



resolute:[rez-uh-loot] –adjective1. firmly resolved or determined; set in purpose or opinion.2. characterized by firmness and determination, as the temper,spirit, actions, etc.Ah yes, firmness and determination, I remember it fondly. Okay, not really. Being resolute seems so tedious if I spend too much time thinking about it - spontaneously OCD is more my style. That's probably why I am the queen of unfinished projects and countless failed diets. Some of us aren't so much resolute as we are obsessed. And obsessions don't always last for years, or even days. Okay, hours. It takes us being resolute to keep those obsessions going. Wow, I'm beginning to sound like someone's worst nightmare! I was just trying to point out that making resolutions isn't for everyone, and New Year's Resolutions are usually the first ones to fall by the side of the road. I usually use the New Year to make those resolutions that I have had bouncing around in my head for a while. Like spinning. I had my spinning wheel for a few years before I finally made a New Year's resolution to teach myself to spin, and to make it my hobby. Or even my obsession. Mission accomplished. Some years I don't have anything that in mind that I really want to do, so I don't beat myself up trying to come up with something. This year I have a few ideas, none of them really set in stone. Learn to play the mandolin.Never mind that I don't own a mandolin, or have even touched one. I just think I can do it, and I want to try.Build a fire pit. My backyard is akin to a football field. Large, grassy, empty. It could use something to break it up. My husband says this is a waste of time. Why? Because he has no interest in it. This is the same man who convinced me to go to Downtown Disney on Christmas Eve, so we don't take his opinions too seriously around here. I took this picture from the Backyard Landscaping site. Neat site, down to earth ideas.Finish my strip quilt. I just came up with this one, but it's a good idea. That quilt isn't going to finish itself. Don't start a new project until I finish an old one. Oh, this is never going to work. Why did I even bother to write it?Clean out my craft room. Easy one. I do this about every 3 months. I guess I should resolve to getting rid of some stuff, and not just giving it to my daughter, so she can become me in 20 years. Save $50 a month in a separate account. One labeled "Money I Really Shouldn't be Spending at IKEA. Or TJ Maxx. Or Homegoods." Do you have any resolutions for this fresh, new year? [...]

A Little Bit of Knitting. And figs. And tobacco.


Knitting, figs and tobacco. Three things you don't often see in the same sentence, or sentence fragment. Let's start off with my little bit o' knitting, and the very poor picture quality of my iPhone. This is my latest Clapotis, my fourth, I believe. I did some drunken yarn buying last New Year's Eve with a friend, and ended up with 2 skeins of Blue Moon Rare Earth Gems sock weight yarn. I'm a one-sock kinda gal, so I knew I wouldn't be using the yarn for that. It took me a full 6 or 7 months to find some inspiration, but when it hit me, I took off like my fingers were on fire. The skeins were different colorways (air and water) so I switched them every two rows. I will eventually take a picture of this beauty outside, where you can really see the colors. These shots were taken on one of my guest beds, where I've been doing all my blocking (a note to my guests - I do wash everything when I'm done blocking) I didn't bother to block the Clapotis though, I like to scrunch it up to use it as a scarf sometimes. I finished my third or fourth wool peddler's shawl from Folk Shawls, by Cheryl Oberlie, right around the same time (this was in October, folks). I knit this one using Lamb's Pride Bulky from Sheep Shed Studios in Wyoming. The color, you ask? I don't know, green? I can't remember the exact name of the green. Sue me.This is my favorite Wool Peddler's so far. I like the bulky wool, and the mohair in the Lamb's Pride makes it feel soft and fuzzy. It's bigger than some of the others I've made, and I like that, too. And talk about warm - this thing will melt your skin if you sit in the sun!And lastly, figs. Fig season has been over for quite a while, but I just downloaded my pictures from my phone, and I saw this one. These are brown turkey figs, in case you were wondering. I made some bitchin' chicken with figs and brie when the season was in full swing. I had been reading a blog (why don't I write these things down!?) and someone was making and eating a chicken, fig and brie sandwich. I had fig preserves out the wazoo, and chicken (not out the wazoo), so I picked up some brie. I found it packaged in a roll - how cute is that? I just stuffed the chicken breasts with brie, put a little bit of preserves in there and skewered them shut with toothpicks. Then I poured more fig preserves on top and baked it. Now that was good. Hey, I bet it would work with leftover turkey, too. This might be a great post-Christmas meal. Leftover fowl, fig preserves that you received as a Christmas gift, and some brie, probably left over from your Christmas appetizer plate. Voila! Instant meal! You can thank me later.Tobacco will have to wait for another day. I'm all blogged out.[...]

I've Lost My Mind


I just ordered my almost 11-yr.-old grandson's birthday present for the next 10 years. A laptop. Have I lost my mind? When my husband saw the receipt, he almost fainted, but then again, he's so tight he squeaks. What is it about grandkids that makes you put your common sense on the back burner and your wild impulses way up front? Maybe it's the ears.

I did so much research on laptops for kids that I thought I was going to have to take medication for CDO. That's OCD, but in the correct alphabetical order. Welcome to my world.
I finally decided on the First Spark by Toshiba. Well, it was my second choice, because as usual, the one I really wanted is not available ANYWHERE. Dear BestBuy, if you're sold out, you're sold out. Please take the product off your website so I don't stress over what I cannot have. Done. So the First Spark it is. It had the basic stuff I wanted as far as RAM, etc., and I liked the no-fingerprint finish and the wipeable keyboard.

He's not a beginner computer user, since he started using his parent's desktop computer before he was three. His Daddy found him at the computer one morning, drawing with Paint, and asked his Mama if she had turned the computer on for him. She said she hadn't, and that's when they learned he had figured out how to turn it off and on (using the power button!) and could recognize the Paint icon. He even used the mouse better than most adults at that age. I found it amazing that although he couldn't read until he was in first grade, he was able to figure out what he needed to do when playing games. Naturally, he reads now, and there isn't much in the way of technology that can stump him. I hope the computer isn't too juvenile for him. I guess if it is, the next in line brother will get it, and I'll be doing some more shopping. All hail the 18 months same as cash financing.

On Weaving


I bought a beautiful used floor loom this spring, with lots of extras, most of which are still foreign objects to me. We loaded it on the back of the truck and moved it 5 hours south to Georgia, where it has resided comfortably in my crap, er, craft room. It made a beautiful spot to hang my half-finished quilts on, and the bench served to hold the many items I would drop off to the room while cleaning. After spending a few days with my Ohio cousin, Gee (hard G) who happens to be a prolific rug weaver, I decided it was timeto get busy and find a new spot for my quilts. And maybe learn to warp the loom. For all of youwho think weaving is a peaceful, almost spiritual past time, please stop reading now.For the rest of you, let's dive in. Okay, so I know next to nothing about weaving. I do own a rigid heddle loom, on which I made exactly one scarf before loaning it to my friend, Lisa, who has been busy making all sorts of items on it. She's an overachiever. Given my lack of weaving knowledge, I dug through my books to find Deb Chandler's Learn to Weave. I didn't want to rush things, so I spent about a week reading the first two lessons in bed at night. Once I decided I could understand what she was talking about, I waited about a week to make sure it sank in. The first thing was to check out the loom. Luckily, in Ms. Chandler's book, she demonstrates on my exact loom - a Schacht 4 harness, 6 treadle floor loom (and yes, I had to learn what those things meant!) I wondered why my loom was so compact, until I figured out that the guys had folded it up to travel. Doh. Needless to say, it took me quite a while to get everything looking like the book.Next step: warping.Good name for it, trust me. With the loom I received this warping board, so named because you wind your fiber around and around and around it before you take it off to put it on the loom, and your brain is seriously warped by this time. If I had been smart, I would have stopped right there. It just doesn't seem right to have to take a lot of time to wind yarn on this behemouth and then just have to take it off, veerrryyy carefully. It also involves careful counting, or not so careful counting. Next time I'll turn the tv off so I don't have to recount 65 times. I worked my way through the lesson, but I really didn't take the time to count ends per inch (epi for those in the know) or to make sure I was really ready. She says to use contrasting fiber in a certain weight to warp for the first time. Well, I didn't have any black or white, so I used what I had on hand. Orange and Purple. Clemson colors. And as it turns out, I spaced my fiber too far apart, but of course I wouldn't know that 'til later. And naturally it wasn't the correct weight. Weaving guilds all over the world are blacklisting me as you read this.My back was broken by the time I finished sleying the reed and threading heddles (technical jargon, doncha know). It took me way too long to figure out how to work the back beam and get everything tied up. In fact, it took me more than 2 tries to get the apron set up correctly to roll the right way on the back beam. sigh. The cloth beam was no easier. sigh again. I finally goteverything set up and lo and behold, I threaded wrong. Weavers, you know what I mean. It's like finally being able to fit into that little slinky black dress to your class reunion and then finding out you're pregnant with twins. I was not about to take it all out, so I snipped two heddles with tin snips and put them on the righ[...]

Happy Birthday Baby Grace!


Ma Tee's littlest baby turns two today!

She's having a Kitty Cat party on Saturday, and I can't wait to see the pictures. Yes, I am a bad Grandma - I have to work on Saturday. If someone would throw a few million dollars my way, I could quit my job, move closer and stay home and watch grandkids all day long. In the meantime I'll keep working so maybe someday I can stay home and babysit Grace's kids!

Endless Summer


I used to love summertime. That was before I moved to South Georgia, where you are in danger of having your hair catch on fire when you step outside from June-October. It was 98 degrees today - too hot to do anything but stay inside. That's the problem with really hot summers. The only thing you can do during the day is stay inside or go to the pool and wear a lot of sunscreen. Gardening and yard work are out until it gets down into the 80s in the evening, but then you have to fight the mosquitoes. I won't even mention the gnats, it's too depressing. We don't use our rocking chairs on the front porch, or our screened-in back porch over looking the lake during the summer because it's too darn hot. We're lucky to have a couple of weeks in the spring and fall to open the windows and enjoy the outdoors. Last winter was cold, too cold for south Georgia. Now this summer is too hot. The problem may be that I'm too old for extreme weather. That's probably it.It makes me happy to think that at the sheep are shorn in the spring, so they don't have to wear that woolen coat all summer. It makes me want to faint to think about wearing wool when it gets over 50 degrees. This fleece was from one of our (as in work) Gulf Coast Native sheep. It hadn't been shorn last year, so it was pretty nasty. I'm working on it now, but it's a learning process, and the curve is pretty steep. I have found that I don't like lopping poop balls off a fleece. Gross. But it's better than smelling them if you miss a few and they end up in the water. Rehydrated sheep poop is not a good smell.These pictures were taken in July, for some of our new advertising. It was over 100 degrees, but these kids were troopers. I will admit that it has cooled off since then, thank goodness.We do school workshops during the school year, some of which are held in the school house. I think I'm looking forward to seeing how it feels in January. Naturally, there's no a/c, but it does sport an historically authentic pot-belly stove that heats it up in the winter.We've just started our workshops for the year, and while it's fun, it's pretty tiring. We've had two days with 50 5th graders, both boys and girls. The boys wear white shirts and jeans or trousers and we dress them in suspenders. The girls wear white shirts and we put a long cotton skirt and apron on them. The workshops are hands-on, and we try to replicate what children their age would have done around 1880. The boys work on the farm, in the gristmill, printshop and sawmill, etc. The girls are split up into three groups and work at one of our three homesteads. They help cook the afternoon meal (usually soup and cornbread, made with meal ground here at the village), sweep the house and yard, set the table, do the dishes, iron with a flat iron heated on the stove, make a feather bed, etc. They also do a craft of some sort. I have been working at our Traditional Farm, the oldest of three, teaching them to seed and card cotton, then to stitch up a little pincushion, filled with their cotton. We're all tired and hot by the time the workshop is over, but they seem to love it. I know I do, even if it is killing me!So here's to the endless south Georgia summer - I can outlast you!!![...]

One Month Later . . .


(image) So all those good intentions to put up another post went straight out the window when my laptop finally quit connecting to the internet. I've not been able to convince it to do so since, and in the meantime I started a new job.

Yep, you heard me right. A new job. Our little old college acquired a former state park on July 1 of this year, and that's the day I started. It wasn't just any state park, but the Georgia Museum of Agriculture and Living History Village. No, wait, that's Historical Village. Sorry, I'm new.
(image) I work in the Living History part of it all. It's an 1870s to 1910 village, the golden age of Wiregrass Georgia. I just made that golden part up, but it does represent Wiregrass Georgia in that time period. I'll tell you what Wiregrass means in my next post, after I find out.

(image) Okay, you don't have to wait 'til next post. I just asked someone. This area of Georgia (SW) was covered with an expanse of long-leaf yellow pine, with a carpet of wiregrass underneath (wiregrass spreads by roots, rather than seed). It covers roughly a 17 county area, from the swamps in the east to some parts of Alabama, Mississippi, Texas and Florida. So there you have it. Wiregrass 101.
(image) Anyway, I'm here now, and it's been great. I'm smack dab in the middle of history all day long, when I'm not in my modern-day office dealing with modern-day red-tape and paperwork. I can come in costume everyday, if I like. I did that last Saturday and almost died of heat exhaustion and chafed thighs. Always wear bloomers or shorts under your dress, ladies.

I'll fill you in on more about this great place as I can. They keep me busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest over here, but it couldn't be better!!