Thursday, April 24, 2008
As I watched the masses, speeches and prayers last week, I had this comfortable feeling that I really know this guy. And then I realized where that was coming from -- he looks so much like my grandma. See?
This is my gram, circa 1973; she would have been about 70 years old.
Her German family (Breitfields and Schoenfelds) came from the same area of Bavaria as the Ratzingers. She was a strong little woman who knew the way things should be, and wasn't afraid to tell you so. When she talked, we listened, and where she led, we followed. And even when she scolded you, you knew she loved you anyway. See the similarity?
(Of course, she was confirmed in the Lutheran church; her mother, Oma, lived a block from St. Ambrose, but would cross the street so as not to walk by the Catholic church on her way to town. When my dad was little, Oma would tell him stories of how the nuns would swoop up little boys in their robes and take them home to eat for supper. Dad said Oma probably rolled over in her grave when I married Clay.)
But you know what? Grandma would have loved those red shoes.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
I couldn't find any pink gumdrops, but the article suggested kneading colors together, so the pink roses are 5 white: 1red. The gumdrops get very sticky, and I had to use a lot of sugar to roll them out thin enough to cut -- but it gave the flowers a nice sparkle.
Even though I am a Midwestern girl, I much prefer Southern Living over Midwest Living; ML is downright stoic compared to the frou-frou homes, gardens, recipes and articles in SL. And you hardly ever see a recipe in SL in which the main ingredient is beer.
Pinwheel up close:
This is for Emanuel, newborn son of our friends Sophia and Ernesto -- their 3rd boy!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Peace. And piece of cake.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Just a couple of others:
That basket is woven with silk ribbon, and the buttons are from mom's never-ending button collection.
And, my new blog banner is one of my favorites, as my mom was big on blessing counting and songs sung by Bing Crosby.
As a certified "First Communion Groupie", (an honor conferred by my friend, Paula, the queen of the groupies) I got my fill this weekend -- I played for the mass Saturday at St. Ambrose and Sunday at Providence, and then attended the Spanish Mass that afternoon. (I'm doing better with my Spanish, but it's amazing how much more sense Father's homily makes when you've already heard it twice in English.) Here are the St. A girls before Mass:
(I took a picture of the boys, as well, but they were being goofy. What's new?)
Saturday, April 12, 2008
This is a raggedy quilt, made with flannels for the top, and minkee (the softest fabric I have ever touched) for the bottom. I ended up making another one of these the next week for a friend who had gotten to the auction too late to bid. These quilts are so easy -- the only difficult thing is all the little snips in the seams that allow for the fraying.
This one is made up of cotton squares in a cowboy theme, with a navy minkee border, then a cotton bandanna-print border, and backed with a really cute flannel with horseshoes and the like embroidered in black. I machine quilted this one, and turned up the backing for the edge.
Since I started knitting, I just don't quilt as much, and when I do, it's easy projects like these. The one I am working on today, however, is much more intense. Story to follow . . .
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Up closeSasha has been renamed Toulouse, more for this guy in the middle:
He looks like a little lion, with his fluffy head, paws and tail. But I can see the hair is beginning to grow back nicely. Maybe then the other boys in the neighborhood will stop making fun of him -- he has a scratch on his nose from a tussle with PK. If PK hangs around for more than a few hours, I may cart him off for the stray cat special, too.