duh . . .

Two days ago, I realized I was missing a pillowcase. I couldn't begin to think where it could be since I am an . . . out of the dryer . . . onto the bed . . . kind of gal. The only possibility was that it had gotten caught up in the sheets themselves when I made the bed. They must be tucked in at the foot somewhere. Imagine my confoundment when I stripped the bed this morning and there was no second pillow case among the sheets. Nada. Very perplexing. So I carried the sheets and the one remaining case to the laundry room and headed back to bed to work on a CS4 project. Curiously, as I looked carefully at my pillow, it was still encased. DUH! I'd managed to put both cases on the same pillow. GAH!!!!

Old age is getting scary.

testing . . .

I made a very simple paper pack with a woven texture, up loaded it here and am hoping it works. If it does, enjoy. If not, well, it's back to the drawing board.

Sample:

complete pack:

Thanks for looking.

This year for the first time, I actually attempted a table scape. Only out of sheer laziness. Somewhere in my surfing, I had found a photo using brown paper as a table cloth. Hum, no laundry. Hum, we still have that huge roll of paper from my dad, in the garage. And so, my table looked something like this:

and this:

and this:

and the napkins from the last post repeated:

clean up was a snap!!!!

Katie snapped a shot of my magic list . . . that which gets the food on the table, at the same time all hot from the oven. And yes, I am a little . . . anal. Sigh.


but soon this:

became this:

and all was right with the world.

Thanksgiving . . .

This day of days makes me feel warm and loved. I start cooking the night before and then all through Thanksgiving Day, but it isn't about the food, it's about the people . . . family. They gather round the TV watching the game until dinner is ready . . . those that aren't bustling around in the kitchen. And then everything comes together and there we are, seated around the table, sharing what we have to be grateful for and tucking into dinner. Lots of ribbing between siblings, teasing between spouses, catching up with grandchildren, students home from college. The house is humming with good cheer. What could possibly be better?

And now, with some headed home, and most enjoying the old cars at Turkey Rod Run, I sit in my room, listening to the silence of a house that is a home and I am grateful . . . for the 9TS, for my kidlet and the boy who makes her happy, for relatives and friends, for peace of mind. For the days we have left in which to grow older.

This truly is my day.

what am I forgetting . . . .

onion dip and chips
honey baked ham
roasted turkey with stuffing
mashed potatoes with gravy
roasted brussel sprouts
pickled beets
deviled eggs
romaine and tomato salad
cranberry sauce
rolls and butter
hot apple crisp with vanilla ice cream
carmel nut brownies
pumpkin pie with whipped cream



To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven. ~Johannes A. Gaertner

more thievery and other things . . .

I told you I thought Karen's photo was the epitome of Thanksgiving . . . and so this morning, I reduced the shot, added names and made them into place cards/ napkin rings. How much to I love these babies?!?!?! Oh yeah!!!!

Thank you so very much for sharing, Karen!!!!

Monday, I finally got around to painting the second wall in the kidlet's room. I've only been talking about it forever. Procrastination being what it is, the new floor went in before I got a chance to get the painting done.

This morning didn't start off too well. The shells of my hard boiled eggs stuck to the eggs like they were super glued. They may look a little rough around the edges and Martha may have chucked them out, but I put them through a test run and they taste scrum.de.da.licious.

Then I hopped into my little Miata to go pick up the ham but it was riding funny. Of course it would, it had a flat. Thankfully, Mr. Edward Bass, came to my rescue with his handy dandy compressor and I was off to the tire store where I was met by the 9TS . . . who had previously been at the gym . . . and we finished the errands.

I think I will go back to bed just so nothing else happens . . .

thievery . . .

I was over at Karen's blog again this morning. I love starting my morning checking out her photography. Today, her 'daily' picture spoke to me:

Me: Stunning.
Photo: Why thank you.
Me: Riveting
Photo: Thank you again . . . . *while blushing*
Me: You are the epitome of Thanksgiving. The subject matter, the coloring, the warmth.
Photo: *blushing deeply now*
Me: You need to be framed.
Photo: OK, now you are creeping me out.
Me: Don't be freaked. I am just admiring you.
Photo: Could you do it from a little further away please?
Me: I think I will steal you.
Photo: Karen, HELP!!!! There is a crazy lady trying to heist me.
Me: Only so more can share in your loveliness.

and so I did.

Is this not an amazing shot? Love it.