tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16366188535934592082024-03-12T21:10:28.935-06:00A stitch in time, A day at a timeCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-71320221825698399032015-07-24T17:26:00.001-05:002015-07-24T17:26:55.850-05:00Water (colours) for a hot spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hello peeps! Are you still there? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While I keep reading about the snow still falling in some states of the U.S., I'm here with my little family melting in the proverbial puddle. It's hot here! It already reached the nineties! Right now it's the coolest of the night, I can't sleep and it's 72 degrees. <i>No AC unit.</i> Lots of water to drink, my friends! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On the bright side, it's perfect weather for playing with watercolours! I have a heavy hand with water and all this heat means it dries faster! I must confess I haven't purchased expensive watercolor because I am on a very limited budget! So these were made with elementary school watercolours! Those that come with 12 basic colours and a cheap bristly plastic brush tool. Maybe two dollars in the store at the corner. Actually, living in such a small town that's about it, you can't get much else! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Vx0aeAdri14_pCw31ddP5CWWU2YdJOe4qFYLrmnDdLJv-bgIOrZqIsC2pysy8a0J0s1UYuqYhqay-RyM2wcI3aioqOSOh5XTf1f9zveQc_svdh1iL7e6uu13ZeR6vT-CaJkNFkRDpl0/s640/blogger-image-1901445134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Vx0aeAdri14_pCw31ddP5CWWU2YdJOe4qFYLrmnDdLJv-bgIOrZqIsC2pysy8a0J0s1UYuqYhqay-RyM2wcI3aioqOSOh5XTf1f9zveQc_svdh1iL7e6uu13ZeR6vT-CaJkNFkRDpl0/s640/blogger-image-1901445134.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FB48T5r7SHQw_ZOCkOJQ2i9bp49YlGFrqchRHPlpznXSTXCzC9CT7o4p9PiegcLS4Pwgp5-w84fwUNcJYYCvHjZRmxoom2hXwEZXr_-Vx5zybJ67QSObeLfTLyiZ9CjzDvPVzH59o3w/s640/blogger-image-1477340508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6FB48T5r7SHQw_ZOCkOJQ2i9bp49YlGFrqchRHPlpznXSTXCzC9CT7o4p9PiegcLS4Pwgp5-w84fwUNcJYYCvHjZRmxoom2hXwEZXr_-Vx5zybJ67QSObeLfTLyiZ9CjzDvPVzH59o3w/s640/blogger-image-1477340508.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bKFumEI9f3g7WtjUlWS7mOLBoMgB-qk9u5DO-rBVHN0mJ6Jp86v3DUkxdSHUK8QnN7NV7w6bbQQY5dnkMRad4RRT6yRjAi4FI7JyOiJkp4ZBQPCaS95X_2kqZcI-Qx3fjwdv4x6_Z_E/s640/blogger-image--255667440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bKFumEI9f3g7WtjUlWS7mOLBoMgB-qk9u5DO-rBVHN0mJ6Jp86v3DUkxdSHUK8QnN7NV7w6bbQQY5dnkMRad4RRT6yRjAi4FI7JyOiJkp4ZBQPCaS95X_2kqZcI-Qx3fjwdv4x6_Z_E/s640/blogger-image--255667440.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXZWWljxAncUexWq1GJRdOSXARn6uVVp8OovncyjVKRypl-yCg4Z6DxNHyv54lfUdS9r3NigBlIKomEX6xfCq9KdCKHp_aMH_JqB7g2AkHxGnqIaW42HyKA-LFP-kyfii5AnGFJizKq0/s640/blogger-image-1486953775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXZWWljxAncUexWq1GJRdOSXARn6uVVp8OovncyjVKRypl-yCg4Z6DxNHyv54lfUdS9r3NigBlIKomEX6xfCq9KdCKHp_aMH_JqB7g2AkHxGnqIaW42HyKA-LFP-kyfii5AnGFJizKq0/s640/blogger-image-1486953775.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtc8KX9iUDxXzZ6_fgaCmZG5abaDelYI9ZpfCSHGlzQHrhQDBr40xhBYceRxxAnPbD9ZYvm2InVuUG7zrYHtyWkgCMa_hH15Ch_X5DxjZJJ2PC8-Gemrv-CavhJk9U0lwJ9pPo977_3X4/s640/blogger-image--538915947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtc8KX9iUDxXzZ6_fgaCmZG5abaDelYI9ZpfCSHGlzQHrhQDBr40xhBYceRxxAnPbD9ZYvm2InVuUG7zrYHtyWkgCMa_hH15Ch_X5DxjZJJ2PC8-Gemrv-CavhJk9U0lwJ9pPo977_3X4/s640/blogger-image--538915947.jpg"></a></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-14851612070761998732014-11-13T23:42:00.001-06:002014-11-13T23:42:35.202-06:00A tale of some (P)interestOh Pinterest! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...<div><br></div><div>I am guilty of spending hours that should be devoted to sleep poring over all the lovely crafts and foods and clothes that you tantalizingly wave in front of my eyes...</div><div><br></div><div>I'm guilty of watching and pinning and hoarding ideas and inspiration and doing little... Until now.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm having a Pinterest loaded holiday! From decorations </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KYIJXKvYfBcrSQfjTidc7rCs5W81XcXsEMey8YNox8wZY5m5QHSIHq1HhO-0kABsbI3DjCGX_dtte08c86zS4QmPBtIHWlaQvMXSMdowrbBTN8Py8OrMBVe_AQXPsdBkKT1MLgrsp1M/s640/blogger-image-1722936633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KYIJXKvYfBcrSQfjTidc7rCs5W81XcXsEMey8YNox8wZY5m5QHSIHq1HhO-0kABsbI3DjCGX_dtte08c86zS4QmPBtIHWlaQvMXSMdowrbBTN8Py8OrMBVe_AQXPsdBkKT1MLgrsp1M/s640/blogger-image-1722936633.jpg"></a>(Half finished stocking for a non existing mantle) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To Nativity sets: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscrXGFnaLw47n8ohEQb3uF6cVV1Y2hoXYFyoL8DaubczM3xddjihy_9C9HetuMIMbYsKH9VNyrHnHdvcTC2SU00b8me211FXzUajazf3PaDaSgaFExn_a2bxkyABMvn7B9jbf1vx1wio/s640/blogger-image-833501718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscrXGFnaLw47n8ohEQb3uF6cVV1Y2hoXYFyoL8DaubczM3xddjihy_9C9HetuMIMbYsKH9VNyrHnHdvcTC2SU00b8me211FXzUajazf3PaDaSgaFExn_a2bxkyABMvn7B9jbf1vx1wio/s640/blogger-image-833501718.jpg"></a></div>(First attempt, I'm on my second set now)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To gift wrapping </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PgOB1Jvt-Ve6lpeEa-TUpQhtAof-haiy83JeFmM1yUX_GIjbploJfjkoYVurwAn9WehgYb1XHdYCdny1tzfazUX7pNj1fEkcKzOnWo1z6jmOtLuJNUhyphenhyphen_G_rWOCUflUTbGD_guCbPPs/s640/blogger-image--1133564253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PgOB1Jvt-Ve6lpeEa-TUpQhtAof-haiy83JeFmM1yUX_GIjbploJfjkoYVurwAn9WehgYb1XHdYCdny1tzfazUX7pNj1fEkcKzOnWo1z6jmOtLuJNUhyphenhyphen_G_rWOCUflUTbGD_guCbPPs/s640/blogger-image--1133564253.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To food!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhde-Was1nzk24UpQCuANcwiRUMWYNBxzXletNH9nMxoCHW8TK67Box-j673dO88KG6pjbiJU8eTgSm2iPkt63otsF34wYZTo1KVIIZutxURWnkRMVy3ZhLWGCJmUZEVKZrE5Na4OVeoZA/s640/blogger-image--1648457459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhde-Was1nzk24UpQCuANcwiRUMWYNBxzXletNH9nMxoCHW8TK67Box-j673dO88KG6pjbiJU8eTgSm2iPkt63otsF34wYZTo1KVIIZutxURWnkRMVy3ZhLWGCJmUZEVKZrE5Na4OVeoZA/s640/blogger-image--1648457459.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I'm afraid this that was an attempt to justify the thousands of pins in my boards will only result in a greater motivation to stroll around that world! </div><div><br></div><div>Just wait till I show you what I've planned for my tree! </div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-42203499264709539002014-08-12T19:04:00.001-05:002014-08-12T22:08:08.702-05:00Thrifty momWhen I was little my dad had cattle, well a couple of milk cows and some bulls. Mom made all kinds of milk products, and I helped her sell milk before going to school, and after school my brother and I helped make cheese, cream, etc.<div><br></div><div>Today I took a trip back to my childhood : I made cheese, although I don't have cheese molds:<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPwG82pOcA4sZJocFhAFk8qYUQ4ClixDfva1US9RI84POIGPijC1-FPSgG2S3pjduY92bsugnyF4PCv2cNW5RnnoBjEL-PBjiPiH9E4CxqPvewORce8hCvOvChDC0FKLnVALyWavQRW8/s640/blogger-image--1281636549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPwG82pOcA4sZJocFhAFk8qYUQ4ClixDfva1US9RI84POIGPijC1-FPSgG2S3pjduY92bsugnyF4PCv2cNW5RnnoBjEL-PBjiPiH9E4CxqPvewORce8hCvOvChDC0FKLnVALyWavQRW8/s640/blogger-image--1281636549.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Queso fresco (fresh cheese) is creamy and delicious! I don't have all the equipment my mom had but I made do! Instead of a mill I used a food processor, and Tupperware instead of molds! </div><div><br></div><div>I also made panela, which basically salted curd then compacted by draining all the whey and is shaped by the basket it drains on, a chiquihuite</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiKJKL_RchPjfJzbpJG4i2ihZrqhUMr65EQOYGzJomJVQLXxjb3jJOmozWg0lc_v6rgHqbt7nOnR1bxZKYeXb7zWo501dgNbA0B6twgfwtDWUf8ucZ9Y4EX_wif1scT_nzfr2JIOkRW4/s640/blogger-image--2069909953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiKJKL_RchPjfJzbpJG4i2ihZrqhUMr65EQOYGzJomJVQLXxjb3jJOmozWg0lc_v6rgHqbt7nOnR1bxZKYeXb7zWo501dgNbA0B6twgfwtDWUf8ucZ9Y4EX_wif1scT_nzfr2JIOkRW4/s640/blogger-image--2069909953.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>A byproduct of cheese making is whey. By boiling it </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnJ58RHzO-UHIhBogD0EmKpz8gy2P1lV1NFNclZHrq-Cno_bIlR5WQSlhm-YY7bWme8SoWN1mtB29MG2QBYVO26Rjh6o5S0gX77Fwc6locZq3miNtvQ_ZJAs5sVZqO6GcnsSz2vXc4Fo/s640/blogger-image--289040364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTnJ58RHzO-UHIhBogD0EmKpz8gy2P1lV1NFNclZHrq-Cno_bIlR5WQSlhm-YY7bWme8SoWN1mtB29MG2QBYVO26Rjh6o5S0gX77Fwc6locZq3miNtvQ_ZJAs5sVZqO6GcnsSz2vXc4Fo/s640/blogger-image--289040364.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>... You get ricotta ...</div><div>Once you've drained the cooked whey...</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWgoTzuRAnMM_hD284UN21BX1PyQEfg-myBPIAG6KxjTRymIDMMZhBW1ppLOctxiw-f8h9KmOlcNcfyoR1wvllfN0I8pztQ3vILmL0r4sNW5W2FxlqWDeUa6hg200QSCICVAXGUUupkA/s640/blogger-image--1995740026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWgoTzuRAnMM_hD284UN21BX1PyQEfg-myBPIAG6KxjTRymIDMMZhBW1ppLOctxiw-f8h9KmOlcNcfyoR1wvllfN0I8pztQ3vILmL0r4sNW5W2FxlqWDeUa6hg200QSCICVAXGUUupkA/s640/blogger-image--1995740026.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Too bad I buy a little milk, only 5 quarts every other day. You need a substantial amount of whey to get more than the couple of spoonfuls you get with my 5 quarts. We used to boil the whey of 10 gallons of milk and got about a pound or two of ricotta . </div><div><br></div><div>Still, it was great making cheese for my family! My girls love fresh cheese!</div></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-26427015345035591552014-08-07T17:29:00.001-05:002014-08-07T17:29:48.461-05:00Yummy juice!Hello peeps! How are you doing?<div><br></div><div>With school about to start in little over a week comes the excitement of a new year: new classmates, new things to learn, new teacher, brand new notebooks, pencils and coloring pencils! </div><div><br></div><div>And also comes the time when my kiddos can't snack as often as they want. </div><div><br></div><div>The routine during the school year is pretty much the same, they get up, get dressed, have a light breakfast and off to school! Classes start at 7:30 am and they have their lunch break at 10:30.</div><div><br></div><div>But this year I want to stop giving them chocolate milk and a biscuit at home. They always want to play during their break so they sometimes don't finish their lunches (I send them lunch because the options at school are not what I would like them to eat on a daily basis) </div><div><br></div><div>So I've dusted off my Turmix juicer! And I've been trying out different combos. So far, they like these:</div><div><br></div><div>- Carrot + beet</div><div>- Apple + beet</div><div>- Apple + celery</div><div><br></div><div>And today I tried a new one for an afternoon refreshment: Apple + ginger</div><div><br></div><div>And it's so delicious!!!! </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ABLM7EUamjsD4uysv-ZBw1WaHViiFwPLvxpOBgvhGLkrdG356wxvgUTOBobojP9cKmTFtYTgJcp6LSDDcP0mJ2Do0w_V6gxGpMAiBRJZbcX3tzuLNAE6_0pPDQD3pvZ8wfSyCJou6g0/s640/blogger-image--1226730044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ABLM7EUamjsD4uysv-ZBw1WaHViiFwPLvxpOBgvhGLkrdG356wxvgUTOBobojP9cKmTFtYTgJcp6LSDDcP0mJ2Do0w_V6gxGpMAiBRJZbcX3tzuLNAE6_0pPDQD3pvZ8wfSyCJou6g0/s640/blogger-image--1226730044.jpg"></a></div> (My little archaeologist insisted on her latest finds sharing the picture) </div><div><br></div><div>I was afraid it would be too overwhelming so I watered it down and added ice and oh my! It's delicious! No sugar added, the zap of ginger makes it really refreshing! Some ice and we are ready to brave the hot Mexican summer! </div><div><br></div><div>I've just bought a Nutribullet from Amazon because I hate all the fiber staying in the juicer (my potted plants are getting it though) and I'm supposed to get it within the forth night, and I'm so excited to try new recipes! So if you own one, which combos do you like?</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-WNYRCBxso7P1dk9xYPqAoZ54yRCU4GnGzEXrJoEXl4EYRjrs7hreT8Ae9_nuhdRRudmDrPM6q612JHgd4cp_Lk9iGEZRJGhn04XOewXofG1zvAE39AgMTpELc7y8ZhzSVDTv-4Jjzg/s640/blogger-image-508282440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-WNYRCBxso7P1dk9xYPqAoZ54yRCU4GnGzEXrJoEXl4EYRjrs7hreT8Ae9_nuhdRRudmDrPM6q612JHgd4cp_Lk9iGEZRJGhn04XOewXofG1zvAE39AgMTpELc7y8ZhzSVDTv-4Jjzg/s640/blogger-image-508282440.jpg"></a></div>(<i>Digging is a really hard job! My little scientist gets very very thirsty!)</i></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-13203255769923501392014-05-23T08:42:00.001-05:002014-08-05T08:23:52.345-05:00Stitching back<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There's something to be said about the act of sticking a needle with thread to a fabric and pulling it out again.</span></div><div><br></div><div>You could be mending a shirt.</div><div>You could be attaching a button</div><div>You could be expressing your creativity...</div><div><br></div><div>You could be mending a favourite shirt or jeans <i>and</i> being creative about it:</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PnksygMOnSswheh249dkQWFdasI9dQ9R8oj-GZjwYoRSasEefhkEMMjKaQjIUsXid2-4lAveeaUKtLMxFtdOAMycFlgrQx6WeFqxe9u1Ggp7Zjh2ftBH_vY_sbQtDagmLGIXRjJYHag/s640/blogger-image-820553667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PnksygMOnSswheh249dkQWFdasI9dQ9R8oj-GZjwYoRSasEefhkEMMjKaQjIUsXid2-4lAveeaUKtLMxFtdOAMycFlgrQx6WeFqxe9u1Ggp7Zjh2ftBH_vY_sbQtDagmLGIXRjJYHag/s640/blogger-image-820553667.jpg"></a></div>(My niece's torn jeans)</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC15bIViw20jKZVwzLIJQCiUpcoizti8DRYv_d4AFPCCZqHoOrswoz-IITneBJSCdEXdqLw_gaLEvC_BKT0UG1CDHFDnA3Vzu6j_ODVTte0mbUaIeKgicRLvPIunEaTh_JjKX-RqCBcek/s640/blogger-image--595350827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC15bIViw20jKZVwzLIJQCiUpcoizti8DRYv_d4AFPCCZqHoOrswoz-IITneBJSCdEXdqLw_gaLEvC_BKT0UG1CDHFDnA3Vzu6j_ODVTte0mbUaIeKgicRLvPIunEaTh_JjKX-RqCBcek/s640/blogger-image--595350827.jpg"></a></div>(My little girl' torn shirt. Each bug and flower used to be a tear. My washing machine chomped on her clothes and my girl loves pink so this is one of her favourite shirts)</div><div><br></div><div>But now and then, the act of pulling a needle with thread is so much more. It doesn't just join two pieces of cloth, or just "makes pretty". It kind of reaches through time and joins YOU with the ones who came before you and are long gone. </div><div><br></div><div>Did you know I'm Catholic? Well I am, and so were the women in my family before me. </div><div><br></div><div>But there's more. One of my great great grandmothers on my my Mom's side used to get up way before the crack of dawn to clean her home, cook, and tend to her chickens and cow all before 6 am so her husband could take his breakfast before he left for work and then she was free to do whatever she wanted till lunch came and she had to cook again. What did she do till noon?</div><div><br></div><div>She sewed. And embroidered. And (this is so amazing to me) she made bobbin lace. </div><div><br></div><div>She also made her own mantillas, embroidering a very delicate net. This wonderful woman didn't have any daughters, she had several sons and when one of them (my great grandfather) had one son and three daughters (one of them my grandma) you'd think she could have taught them. No such luck. The girls were not really interested. It wasn't until my mother came along that she found an eager and willing student. Mom, being the eldest of twelve brothers and sisters learned at a young age to sew clothes for her siblings and to embroider. And to make mantillas to wear to church. Unfortunately by then my great great grandma was a bit too old and did not make lace anymore so my mom didn't get to learn that. Plus sewing for eleven kids ranging in age from 6 months to 20 years old (herself) didn't leave that much free time, specially if you work full time as well. </div><div><br></div><div>Well, she did find the time to embroider these: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDB9YR6SQ45lfzJ4aDbdzxMRXfXT0Ud8V_l5oPcrD3azv-YnAKnM2YooZJLV_-2Pi55w3ym2xdrMbEbRWOvtIKrO5lNwU86noHy3o9wWhDerIREhu7IPBzvuTmgEAppq79fMcr202yq7I/s640/blogger-image-1510178345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDB9YR6SQ45lfzJ4aDbdzxMRXfXT0Ud8V_l5oPcrD3azv-YnAKnM2YooZJLV_-2Pi55w3ym2xdrMbEbRWOvtIKrO5lNwU86noHy3o9wWhDerIREhu7IPBzvuTmgEAppq79fMcr202yq7I/s640/blogger-image-1510178345.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDn_ObXnmmifVdUSNg0vRG8EdwQalpA1A5D-0oNJOGr0Ccxwt5AeW0Rh2omhz_mVp93jQUo3obGtNgMZJADFqBoEPwwoFMthkFNcwOohMpjBfHAs1BCDSNhWXuA8k2BZMTm6xsY-Zd-MA/s640/blogger-image-339294649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDn_ObXnmmifVdUSNg0vRG8EdwQalpA1A5D-0oNJOGr0Ccxwt5AeW0Rh2omhz_mVp93jQUo3obGtNgMZJADFqBoEPwwoFMthkFNcwOohMpjBfHAs1BCDSNhWXuA8k2BZMTm6xsY-Zd-MA/s640/blogger-image-339294649.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This one is one of the big ones! Just look! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7eNBX7frHr9kcFomfwjesOCm9-fKMSku7bofBv_xdoufR9o1t9JT803UYBp2ybMl7tDYdRhEmj0AsZBNAoEN3u-Y0h5pMmQVEHDxJFU6_JYARHRYfaZwCQHeVbCg7NNE6VkLUftdxfg/s640/blogger-image--927729274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW7eNBX7frHr9kcFomfwjesOCm9-fKMSku7bofBv_xdoufR9o1t9JT803UYBp2ybMl7tDYdRhEmj0AsZBNAoEN3u-Y0h5pMmQVEHDxJFU6_JYARHRYfaZwCQHeVbCg7NNE6VkLUftdxfg/s640/blogger-image--927729274.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And look at this one! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUaV5_dvvVSP46DIsf5ERsCPvP1dUmKyAKuIuHDoRwm8z3ZyYWL-dzVyJr7gN3Xw3Pbg1aS0Wfui2Zo2nGD9h6fLRpsuF4OLKkUU-XvbbmlI91DTrnQY5FoWFZVR0uDH-92b3HG6zrCg/s640/blogger-image-788194897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUaV5_dvvVSP46DIsf5ERsCPvP1dUmKyAKuIuHDoRwm8z3ZyYWL-dzVyJr7gN3Xw3Pbg1aS0Wfui2Zo2nGD9h6fLRpsuF4OLKkUU-XvbbmlI91DTrnQY5FoWFZVR0uDH-92b3HG6zrCg/s640/blogger-image-788194897.jpg"></a></div><br></div>And this one is one of my favorites: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvqYK_VU23R4lnNJi8raRX256wLsK49P2asHafPpSQqLTIS_P5asFtg6L6c7cDhZ3JdyvBT6pFcFy45M8rZdtidC09V8l9c1-I7fPHzU39PB79n_aBiID35diNRNqdi_qdsoW05Pbg1I/s640/blogger-image--1122281563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvqYK_VU23R4lnNJi8raRX256wLsK49P2asHafPpSQqLTIS_P5asFtg6L6c7cDhZ3JdyvBT6pFcFy45M8rZdtidC09V8l9c1-I7fPHzU39PB79n_aBiID35diNRNqdi_qdsoW05Pbg1I/s640/blogger-image--1122281563.jpg"></a></div><br></div>And it's as big as the others. </div><div><br></div><div>So I asked her to teach me, and she's guiding me through the process. I'm making a child sized one, just as big as a hankie, and I've made many mistakes but it's not easy to pick out stitches in net! It's very fragile! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFilksPzh8E_O4QJTJVs43Y16DMeah8DtHjlBU9yS08MjsqVD4q26XI9u8_KCSS9LDaf4HE5d7btaq71PgTim8n9EJ2DoMSx94RcV2CzqJtSHsrPc64mHqiMRr39W6xsF_pOIgy6vMCE/s640/blogger-image-76580793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFilksPzh8E_O4QJTJVs43Y16DMeah8DtHjlBU9yS08MjsqVD4q26XI9u8_KCSS9LDaf4HE5d7btaq71PgTim8n9EJ2DoMSx94RcV2CzqJtSHsrPc64mHqiMRr39W6xsF_pOIgy6vMCE/s640/blogger-image-76580793.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>The stitches are wonky and I can only work about half an hour a day but you know what? </div><div><br></div><div>It's so much more than just a needle pulling thread. It's having the women of my family before me sitting with me in spirit, it's a needle and thread joining me with them in every stitch, and each stitch is a prayer of thanks for them, and a prayer for my daughters who will wear them </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37jKKwHHoW6lI9BffEmLgSrTRqttzo5AiXYpmsZBQ2eGQ6o33NXf_UVRgeNrEnibH3EkZF9VwIPqCpWWBmshJf6Uqroo7DGAvJ_lt_IBhWEkM_D4k2uwI66NAHN7Q3i4_5vR41tr7g3c/s640/blogger-image-1977181345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37jKKwHHoW6lI9BffEmLgSrTRqttzo5AiXYpmsZBQ2eGQ6o33NXf_UVRgeNrEnibH3EkZF9VwIPqCpWWBmshJf6Uqroo7DGAvJ_lt_IBhWEkM_D4k2uwI66NAHN7Q3i4_5vR41tr7g3c/s640/blogger-image-1977181345.jpg"></a></div><br></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-5229645474345199612013-01-23T09:32:00.001-06:002013-01-23T09:32:33.905-06:00Reading from my tower: Kindle vs paper (or rather, e-book vs paper?)<a href="http://readingfrommytower.blogspot.com/2013/01/kindle-vs-paper-or-rather-e-book-vs.html?spref=bl">Reading from my tower: Kindle vs paper (or rather, e-book vs paper?)</a>: Recently a couple of friends and I got into a friendly (cough!) argument about the superiority of E-books vs Paper books. I've been in love ...CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-17282698931155495632012-06-20T16:06:00.001-05:002012-06-20T16:10:23.254-05:00And a few hours later...<div><p>Ephemeral beauty, but they never fail to make me smile... Thank you, Lord!</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5GD1i-pGxK3ES8JqDEFuXYWU4D2NFUIBOXx5ULTcEn64Q0iNf_A8jVM3RIJSbdN6hiSv2tnXr6ribVm-C0ZWj9uQYI9XzOwhBUmLtT0q5Cl-W5XWjeGGBw2fBOUIvyWlKCcg7Zhwquk/' /></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-47496703614504779962012-06-20T12:11:00.001-05:002012-06-20T12:11:03.077-05:00It's rain season!<div><p>And on the first days of it, our good God gives us a plethora of beautiful things, humble things, to remind us of Him. Thank you, Lord!</p>
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<p>I have two big brothers, and I loved hanging out with them. Still, me and my little brother looked up to the second oldest because he was so smart and fun and always made time for us (the eldest was dating by that time so he never hung out with us). Toño (BB2) had these super cool tennis shoes, they were red and high top. I used to think they were the coolest thing ever since cassete tapes (it was the 80's after all) and I wanted a pair for myself so.very.badly. But this was Mexico, I was 8 and you couldn't get them in my size here. So, no Converse for me. </p>
<p>I went to high school, then college and I could have gotten them maybe but for the fact that they were not cool, thus shoe stores here didn't carry them. Drat the 90's.</p>
<p>And after Y2K, way after, I was married and then we had two babies (God bless their little hearts!) And money was better used buying diapers and such. </p>
<p>Yesterday I went to buy a pair of sandals. The weather is hot here, and they are almost  mandatory if you don't want your toesies to boil! And lo and behold! At the shoe store. A wall. Chock full of tennis. Half of which were (can you guess?) Converse! I got my sandals and was getting ready to leave, and my husband's cousin (who works at the shoe store) saw me looking at them so she forcefully sat me down and got me a selection of them to try on. She was laughing at watching me giggling like a kid, and convinced me to take a pair home.</p>
<p>I'm so happy I got them! I do feel like a kid! And looking at my feet now (I'm wearing them) makes me smile. It some times takes a not so big thing to bring a smile to your adult self, from your childhood yearning! That same brother, Toño, got his wife a childhood dream of hers: a doll with hair. She only had plastic, hairless dolls -you know the kind, with plastic swirls in their head instead of hair - so  for their fourth Christmas he asked me to help him choose a doll for her. He got her the doll with the longest hair we could find, a Geli doll (similar to the American Girl dolls) and got it under the tree. When she unwrapped it, she started crying, and she didn't let go of the doll all day long. She  finally had ( at 36) her doll with hair.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMI2UwRj6ewJTefXK1RCJQb_i6vvxAdkw0LbihQHvBf3U5Df827YiA3Qa3Wa_UYOOjS4gLR_VJL6223tKfaR_HmKEh5_c0WOR_4_G-B-ti4cZzadVsd0HU1Msc3zeeSd-mrKSLTgc90w/' /></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-33280076855678323402012-04-10T10:08:00.001-05:002012-04-10T10:08:35.430-05:00Rural life<div><p>My nephews, nieces and daughters enjoying a bit of fun feeding the stock! I'm glad we live in such a small town that they can experience this. They won't milk the cows like I used to, but they can have a relaxing afternoon in the fields..</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-s89MvQ73gGWlxK55KyUbprJ52uRA9co1cwi3QTC_cH_El2EMVmnZmC4zooW0AvOiNUPNt9y8QLD6aRlZxJxZ2qhm1akJpIvyFTwG8DrD-4SKyPKZ3ZOBa4B2JztQUYI4jFUDisDi1c/' /></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-12914262408016508752012-03-20T16:46:00.001-06:002012-03-20T16:57:52.738-06:00Incredibly proud!<div><p>My girls asked me to teach them how to embroider. They chose a simple shape, a heart and arrow. Lil' J (who is four years old) is doing hers in pink, and Big J (5 years old) wanted hers in blue! I wish you could hear their giggles. I think Big J will not like it as much as Lil' J since she's much more for sports, but I could be wrong!</p>
<p>I'm such a proud momma hen!<br>
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<b><u>You will need</u></b><br />
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<b> 1 cup of natas *</b>, cold but not frozen<br />
<b> 1/2 cup of sugar</b>, brown preferably. This is the usual ammount, but I've noticed it can take less, so I taste as I go and when it's just a bit sweeter than say condensed milk I stop adding sugar. Again, it's up to you and your sweet tooth. <br />
<b> 1 to 2 lbs flour</b>. It depends on how fresh or moist your natas are and the amount of sugar you used. More sugar = more flour needed.<br />
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<u><b>Optional (I always add this)</b></u><br />
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<b> 1 T vanilla concentrate<br />
1 T ground cinnamon</b><br />
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<b><u>Special equipment needed:</u></b><br />
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<b>- a tortilla press or a rolling pin<br />
- a plastic bag or two pieces of waxed paper</b><br />
<b>- a mixing bowl<br />
- a flat pan</b> ( a crêpe pan is perfect, but you can use any shallow pan that,allows you to flip the cookies without burning yourself with the pan edge in the process.<br />
<b> - a spoon to mix the first ingredients</b>. Or a spatula, or whatever you prefer. Even a whisk, although it will be harder to clean. I like using a wood spatula, but whatever rocks your boat! You could always use a stand alone mixer, from start to finish, but I love mixing my batches by hand so I can get a feeling of the texture.<br />
<b>- cooling racks</b><br />
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I'm gonna have a cup of tea while you gather all the ingredients...<br />
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Ready?<br />
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Ok, in a bowl cream the sugar and natas. No matter what you use, the mix starts to get fluffy and creamy. Now is the time to add cinnamon and vanilla. <br />
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Start adding the flour. As you mix it will be increasingly harder to mix with the spatula, by now you can start kneading by hand.<br />
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Mix enough flour so it does not longer stick to the sides of the bowl. Let it rest for about five minutes. In this time, get your cooling racks out and your pan hot. You will be using medium heat, and a LOT of patience,<br />
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Now, if you have ever made corn tortillas, the next steps will be a breeze! I have a very heavy wood press, but if you have a metal one, it's good too! open two sides of your plastic bag with a knife so you have a large rectangle. Pinch a bit of the cookie dough to make a 1 inch ball, and place on one side of the rectangle, fold the other half over it and close the press. <br />
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Sort of like this. Now, there are TWO things that are crucial to this cookies. The first is that you must make the cookies VERY VERY thin. They will spring back a bit while cooking, but do your best to make them as thin as you can. (see the image above? aim for about half as thick)<br />
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If you don't have a tortilla press:<br />
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Place a one inch ball over a piece of waxed paper , cover with another piece of waxed paper (you can do this with the plastic bag, and it is very easy). Then roll it so you get a round cookie form, again, very very thin.<br />
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Did I tell you it has to be VERY thin?. Oh, well it must be.<br />
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Now carefully peel the cookie from both pieces of plastic or waxed paper. Place carefully on the hot pan and let it cook (it will change from shiny to matte) and turn it over. It will take some time for it to cook, since you don't want to singe it. THIS is the second very important thing. It MUST cook over medium fire, slowly. You may need to turn it once and again. If it starts to brown just lightly, it is ok. Since it takes long to cook, I suggest placing three or four cookies at the time.<br />
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Now place the cookie on the cooling rack. At this point it is sort of like a wafer, so you can shape it. You can place it inside muffin metal cups so you get a cookie cup for icecream or you can bend it over the rolling pin and have a half crescent shape, or even fold it like a fortune cookie! me, I like them flat.<br />
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I know it doesn't look like much, but trust me, these cookies are delicious!<br />
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Let me know if you make them!<br />
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*You might know the natas as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milk_skin">milk skin</a>. It is formed when you boil fresh milk. If you have fresh milk, as in freshly milked from a cow oposite to pasteurized milk from the supermarket, once you boil it and let it cool, the nata is a thick layer that forms right at the surface. It is creamy, but it is very different from cream, which is extracted from raw milk.CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-60265167505373468572012-03-18T13:26:00.001-06:002012-03-18T13:26:10.062-06:00Crafting again!<div><p>This year I'm starting my Christmas Ornaments early! I really want a home made look for this next December, and one of the things I've planned is making a lot of snowflakes for my tree. This is the first one! I also want to make</p>
<p>- a pinecone wreath<br>
- a Christmas wall hanging quilt<br>
- a felt tree skirt</p>
<p>I don't know if I will have the time to make it all, but I am really going to try! Have you made any plans yet for your Christmas crafts?<br>
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I believe I heard the collective gasp. "How can you NOT craft and be happy!?" well, I find that what I've been doing is not only a great stress reliever but it's also great for my health. Even if poor Mark Lauren gets constantly abused from a very long distance when I feel I simply cannot bring myself to follow his orders. And then gets my most heartfelt apologies after I've had a good rest and my jeans fit better.<br />
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No, dah-lings, I've not lost my mind (not much of it, anyway, and it's entirely unrelated). I've become quite the masochist thanks to this:<br />
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I got this book for my hubby's birthday, because he said he felt he was wasting time at the gym when he could be home with us (and he loves to workout), but since he doesn't read english, nor speaks it, I had to read it first to translate it to him. Mmmmh... let me tell you my interest was piqued by Mark's affirmations that his men (military) trained using only bodyweight and some items that can be found practically in every home or hotel room if it comes to that, or even a park. I could not believe that you could get THAT kind of muscle definition without pumping iron. (yeah, maybe I forgot to tell I became a weight lifting junkie lately)<br />
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Since my mom and dad (both in their sixties) got doctor's orders to excercise, I thought this would be a splendid time to test this man's theories, and I offered to help them follow the workouts. So we started with the begginers workout. Piece of cake. I would help them, show them how to do it, do it with them and then complement it with more weight lifting so I could get a "proper" workout.<br />
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Ha.<br />
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I thought I was so smart.<br />
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And then I tried it. And my arms, arms that bench pressed 90 pounds, and did standing military press with 25 pound dumbells in each hand and could help me through Romanian dead lifts with 100 pounds, did hammer curls with 25 pound dumbbells, those same arms were reduced to putty after the first "Begginers" workout.<br />
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I then remembered his opening sentence: he does not train actors, stars, celebrities, people whose livelihoods depend on their being fit. He trains those whose LIVES do.<br />
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All my poor aching muscles make sense now.<br />
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Leg/core WO today, so if come night you hear some soft complaining and maybe some not so soft groaning, that will be me.CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-1654059431924425122012-01-07T19:04:00.000-06:002012-01-07T19:04:20.334-06:00Happy New Year!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdPoW9VfqsRjtSJVfXKp4xn2KL23XwDKglUsUsutca7D02NCCA" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdPoW9VfqsRjtSJVfXKp4xn2KL23XwDKglUsUsutca7D02NCCA" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>´Tis a time to start afresh, and I am making only TWO resolutions:<br />
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1.- Take REALLY good care of my health<br />
2.- Be more charitable towards others (specially others I don't like much)<br />
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I thought about it long and hard, but I simply could not list "Blog at least once a week" as a resolution. It didn't sound like it was Resolution worthy (not next to the other two, at least) So instead it's a promise.<br />
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-7226322327933434702011-08-11T23:26:00.000-05:002011-08-11T23:28:09.341-05:00Lovely!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCTnQsSZZRSpnZ8Tm0qdfh2kdPcVdQj4xs2WSOssQ_6ud2jon23gj34siDFo43Z110lfRm_Kg_LKhONva-Gw23gKXtI6FtF5KYCkTZw2Fbau97ThIjrLj-RKER96mbaW1zwhHuQAdTZU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDExMjEtMjAxMTA4MTEtMDk0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-789342"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCTnQsSZZRSpnZ8Tm0qdfh2kdPcVdQj4xs2WSOssQ_6ud2jon23gj34siDFo43Z110lfRm_Kg_LKhONva-Gw23gKXtI6FtF5KYCkTZw2Fbau97ThIjrLj-RKER96mbaW1zwhHuQAdTZU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDExMjEtMjAxMTA4MTEtMDk0OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-789342" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639821583425185922" /></a></p>When food is good AND pretty, it's hard not to feel inspired.
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<br>And if you catch these freshly picked, early in the morning at the market, it's impossible to resist picking them up. I'm just sorry I didn't have the chance to snap a pic of the gorgeous girl selling them. I see her everyday, and most days she's just a regular girl with too much makeup and too "notice me" clothes.
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<br>Today? Her curly dark hair was gathered in a loose bun at the top of her head. She wore a red tee and faded jeans, no makeup and a white bandanna in her hair, tied up next to her bun.
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<br>Today you could notice her creamy dark skin, her black eyes and full lips. She smelled of the flowers she had been tying in bundles, and I wanted to tell her how nice she looked, but she was obviously mortified about her look, and she barely looked anyone in the eye.
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<br>Are we all as self conscious and insecure at 17? Yes, I think most of us are. I was the girl who wore wacky, almost costumey. I still was that girl in college.
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<br>I wish I could say I still am. I keep in touch with a friend of mine who I went to high School with and who now is a priest. We talk maybe once a month, but we are still very good friends.
<br>He asked me when had I started becoming so normal. When had I stopped being the girl who did not care what others thought and dressed to please herself, the girl who danced to her own beat.
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<br>I don't know. I think she's in here, somewhere. Maybe she's trapped by the "love handles". Maybe she's hiding. I don't think she went anywhere.
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<br>I hope she hasn't gone.
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<br>How did I get here from eating some flowers???
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<br>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de TelcelCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-86654590747194412982011-08-01T06:14:00.003-05:002011-08-01T06:14:00.576-05:00BOOK REVIEW: Something old<div class="MsoNormal">Something old </div><div class="MsoNormal">By Diane Christner</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Katie Yoder is certain about some things: Who her friends are; how things should be done. And she is happy to start living the dream of her childhood, hers and her friends’. Trouble is, life keeps getting in the way, making things happen the way they shouldn’t and setting her simple life in turmoil, making her doubt many things she was convinced of. Things are suddenly not black and white, but she begins to see the subtle shades of gray.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">This is the first time I’ve read Mennonite fiction, since I usually veer towards Amish, and I was a bit disconcerted at first. I really liked getting to know a bit more about these hard working people, opening my mind to other ways of thinking that are different to my own Catholic upbringing. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Talk about opening one’s mind! Katie comes off at first as too judgmental, and a bit “holier than thou” even towards her friends, but everything that happens to her makes her start to painfully accept that there is room redemption, and that differences can divide or strengthen a friendship. The characters are nicely developed and the situations are believable, and the author succeeds in making the reader step into Katie’s mind (and shoes!)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A copy of this book was provided to me by the publisher for reviewing purposes. They opinions here stated are my own, and have not been influenced in any way. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-37003664762111238332011-07-09T11:04:00.000-05:002011-07-09T11:07:40.941-05:00Rest in peace.Today, the great Facundo Cabral was shot to death on his way to the airport. He had just finished a tour in Guatemala when he was ambushed.
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<br>His last words on his last concert were "may God's will be done. He knows what he does"
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<br>You will be missed, dearest Facundo. May God receive your soul and may your killers know repentance and find salvation.
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<br>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de TelcelCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-6054243937455541782011-07-09T06:57:00.000-05:002011-07-09T06:57:00.600-05:00BOOK REVIEW: A Bride's portrait of Dodge City, Kansas<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A Bride’s<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>portrait of Dodge City, Kansas<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Erica Vetsch<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DuT3McyiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DuT3McyiL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then tragedy starts to happen. And it might just mean their pasts will collide and destroy them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This novel is so well written you feel you are smack in the middle of a Western town, in a time when honor was defended with a gun. The main characters are really endearing, and the plot is very pulling.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kept wondering and changing my mind about who was the perpetrator of the crimes. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I enjoyed reading this novel<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>so much that I’m looking forward to further installments!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A copy of this book was provided to me by the publisher for reviewing purposes. They opinions here stated are my own, and have not been influenced in any way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-67599351390856675712011-07-08T18:30:00.001-05:002011-07-08T18:56:33.032-05:00BOOK REVIEW: The Nanny's Homecoming<div class="MsoNormal">The Nanny’s Homecoming</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Linda Goodnight<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51L+fSPuNBL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51L+fSPuNBL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Brooke Clayton has a broken heart. Not only that but her grandfather’s will has a surprise that has the potential of making her face her worst memory, not to mention having to live in the same small town as her not-so-loving, not-distant-enough relatives. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Gabe Wesson is used to challenges. A shrewd businessman, he is also a loving father in serious need of a nanny for his little son, A.J. Now that his new neighbor seems to be coming back to her home for good, it seems like his prayers have been answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">If only there was not someone looking to make trouble for both of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">The story of Gabe and Brooke is captivating. Gabe is manly and gentlemanly, and Brooke is just frail enough to be endearing, but also spunky enough in other aspects to make her likeable. Their story develops quite believably, and the twists and turns are nicely timed. Overall, this story is a very nice way to start a series, which is what this is going to be. You have enough mystery to have you wondering and hooked, and enough information to feel like you get to know the characters and care for them. I can’t wait to read the next installment in the series!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">A copy of this book was provided to me by the publisher for reviewing purposes. They opinions here stated are my own, and have not been influenced in any way. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div></div>CThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-6675952924374074382011-07-01T23:06:00.000-05:002011-07-01T23:16:24.333-05:00Done!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfacXhF17tdo2XPpycQQFoW8qTviPpx8Xjf8A7TTOTQEK8mSJnE6eFJhaTvpEResBBXTrdv0RxrPsMVhX4bo88ayCwb7WodlIAOqYTHzJ9BjdQgP7yKPKJ5RM3yS23qV-vnx7TRe2WI0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMjItMjAxMTA3MDEtMjMwMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-784334"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfacXhF17tdo2XPpycQQFoW8qTviPpx8Xjf8A7TTOTQEK8mSJnE6eFJhaTvpEResBBXTrdv0RxrPsMVhX4bo88ayCwb7WodlIAOqYTHzJ9BjdQgP7yKPKJ5RM3yS23qV-vnx7TRe2WI0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMjItMjAxMTA3MDEtMjMwMi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-784334" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624604065176696290" /></a></p>... And starting another one. This next one will be an image to frame...
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<br>An image of Our Lady of Guadalupe. :D our family is devout of her, so I'm doubly enjoying this work. While working, I can't help but meditate on Mary's role in the education of Jesus, and wonder if she sat embroidering his little shirts and tunics when he was small.
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<br>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de TelcelCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-19939288179553315562011-06-28T19:09:00.000-05:002011-06-28T19:03:22.862-05:00Border progress update<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCcms59PZuhEIC5cWzsoR11rwSv__0izIBli-ozIxQnNCkpoKqvhrKeQ6JN_0SAxdpWUqkwsHvzKCmWE2STi2qmBY7gmzg8nbs4yFkK-F55K80hd4sJKACPtVvts5oFqUJ0AEHPrxrDg/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMTgtMjAxMTA2MjgtMTkwOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-702865"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCcms59PZuhEIC5cWzsoR11rwSv__0izIBli-ozIxQnNCkpoKqvhrKeQ6JN_0SAxdpWUqkwsHvzKCmWE2STi2qmBY7gmzg8nbs4yFkK-F55K80hd4sJKACPtVvts5oFqUJ0AEHPrxrDg/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMTgtMjAxMTA2MjgtMTkwOC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-702865" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623425607962587714" /></a></p>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de TelcelCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-11799666763168214462011-06-27T23:20:00.000-05:002011-06-27T23:14:32.298-05:00Starting on the border<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUEMrlKwcr1ars-mn2mF_pIz3fSMznQUtG65UmiNOMWBZGpR0wBZHna1mmguLNFUcqLYCGY7dzdE6FGz87m6oXX33m5nSXddcysw-ke3-ASk9d060Rn5GAZsI2VAu1-CZ_A4rhK9MRtM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMTYtMjAxMTA2MjctMjI1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-772303"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyUEMrlKwcr1ars-mn2mF_pIz3fSMznQUtG65UmiNOMWBZGpR0wBZHna1mmguLNFUcqLYCGY7dzdE6FGz87m6oXX33m5nSXddcysw-ke3-ASk9d060Rn5GAZsI2VAu1-CZ_A4rhK9MRtM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMTYtMjAxMTA2MjctMjI1OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-772303" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623119243340191202" /></a></p>I'm crocheting the base for my border. And my brain is abuzz with so many things...
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<br>I worry about a friend whom I may have let down... You know who you are, and I know you will read this. Honey, I wish I had been right next to you to hold whoever made you mad so you could hit them. Seriously. Or better yet, I'd hit them. Hard. I'd put those boxing lessons from a decade ago to good use, I'd use every dirty trick I know and I'd go ballistic. If you knew me in college, you'd know I'd seriously do it. Just promise you'll pay my bail. Which brings me to the next item...
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<br>I try to plan a way to get out of debt... Ugh. Do you know anyone who is willing to donate $10 k to a third world mom so she can get out of the sinkhole? Oh, didn't think so, never mind...
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<br>At the same time, I'm considering how happy I feel about the way the choir has grown and thinking of stepping down as their director, because they need someone more capable and better prepared than yours truly. It's been a good two years. Yep. It has.
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<br>And I have the craziest feeling I'm at a major turning point in my life. Too bad these "bends in the road" - you darling Anne Shirley! - sometimes are freaking scary.
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<br>So I stop to say a prayer, then I sit down, thank my husband for reading my mood perfectly and putting the girls to bed after pouring me a beer, and in the quiet, I grab my hook and start doing something I CAN control... Sort of.
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<br>I'm winding down.
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<br>And I add everything up and you know what? My life is good. Really good. Thank God for it, and for all of you reading this, and for all the ones around me.
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<br>Life's really good. Even when it's not. Except if there's a zombie Apocalypse. Then it will suck unless Milla comes and kicks everyone's green decaying tushie and saves our hides.
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<br>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de TelcelCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-62000856237700414502011-06-26T19:35:00.000-05:002011-06-26T19:30:28.432-05:00WIP progress<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk-vtfPitCevuRemsXnr4oFUpzP1RFLN6QB1aFnlH6LWUxoYTLQ4hyphenhyphenwwOQbA5JbJTc6L2LplG3gqesJDKNJ3xHW0mDHV28uaDhh7RHSVbCegVcH48WABx4IPCooVmxs5fEgnA-4IKE-o/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMTEtMjAxMTA2MjYtMTkzNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728436"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk-vtfPitCevuRemsXnr4oFUpzP1RFLN6QB1aFnlH6LWUxoYTLQ4hyphenhyphenwwOQbA5JbJTc6L2LplG3gqesJDKNJ3xHW0mDHV28uaDhh7RHSVbCegVcH48WABx4IPCooVmxs5fEgnA-4IKE-o/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMTEtMjAxMTA2MjYtMTkzNC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-728436" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622690421775126514" /></a></p>I'm almost done with this, one more side to go and then only the crochet border to go. Can you see the light drizzle of rain out the door? My favorite kind of day
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<br>Enviado desde mi oficina móvil BlackBerry® de TelcelCThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02652015526539963396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1636618853593459208.post-58870516330269760032011-06-20T12:22:00.000-05:002011-06-20T12:34:14.244-05:00On the hoop!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGy8-raWTPQx1NKZGX931pEaqRbyag9uG-Q6P1U99RPYwAxBRAovUYQdBZggq0-L8kSt_7T-BdWTrz9HHvyPsMySfaJ1Fh8oiSmRSowkowiVrHzryIKXNGaeI7mCBiA8zwVmwvtzi0lcU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMDQtMjAxMTA2MjAtMTExNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-754245"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGy8-raWTPQx1NKZGX931pEaqRbyag9uG-Q6P1U99RPYwAxBRAovUYQdBZggq0-L8kSt_7T-BdWTrz9HHvyPsMySfaJ1Fh8oiSmRSowkowiVrHzryIKXNGaeI7mCBiA8zwVmwvtzi0lcU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HMDEwMDQtMjAxMTA2MjAtMTExNy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-754245" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620356645850368690" /></a></p>How do you do? Thanks for all your kind comments! The family I made the cake for was delighted and the girl loved all the flowers.
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<br>I have several WIPs and this one had my attention this weekend. It needs two leaves and a forget-me-not blue detail and then I'll crochet a lacy border to go all around. :D
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<br>What are you up to?
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