|I always like this picture of me. I was my "official" portrait taken |
when I was made an officer at the bank where I worked.
Looking at some of the pictures I have of me, I decided to trot this one out for this post.
Friday, June 15, 2018
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Friday, May 25, 2018
Another one of the articles that was fun to research. This week, I made a big batch of chocolate chip cookies for Frank. I packed a bit of extra nutrition in them by substituting a cup of quick-cook oatmeal for a cup of the flour, and adding chopped pecans. Here in the South you must add pecans wherever you can. I freeze the dough balls and bake the cookies a dozen at a time. If I baked 'em all at once, I'd eat 'em all at once.
|These are what we use toady as chips for our cookies |
(I prefer the Hershey Special Dark myself.)
They’re out there, but very hard to find: those without a sweet tooth, those who never, ever savored a chocolate chip cookie. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself has said “this chocolate chip cookie is as American as baseball and apple pie.”
|These are more like the chips of chocolate used at the Toll House Inn|
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Friday, May 18, 2018
|From France - the History of Jeans|
|Drawing for Patent 139,121|
|they cost a small fortune - $1,290 - really!|
The stress points in question were the corners of the pockets and the bottom of the button fly. “Waist overalls,” different from over-all overalls, were always popular with miners, cowboys, and other working men. The original riveted trousers were made from several sturdy fabrics with which Strauss and Davis, who managed the production of work pants and other clothing, experimented. Eventually, they settled on a blue denim made by an American manufacturer.
|denim made in India|
Friday, May 11, 2018
|Brooke Shields - Sublime|
|Katy Perry - Ridiculous|
(if for no other reason than she couldn't sit in that rig)
This year’s theme was “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the
Catholic Imagination” to celebrate the museum’s exhibit of religious artwork,
papal vestments on loan from the Vatican, and haute couture outfits from
designers like Chanel, Balenciaga, Yves Saint Laurent...
|...and Balmain on Jennifer Lopez|
Not that I’d ever have the occasion to wear it, but I do love seeing pictures of elegant haute couture. I wrote a blog about Evening Gowns, the Nuns, and My Mom. I can’t help but wonder what the nuns would have thought of some of the more outré ensembles at the MMA gala.
|Rianna - Ridiculous|
|Tasteless. I rest my case.|
|Madonna! Marone! Definitely a |
(and check that gal's left arm - is that tat a temp?)
|There had to be something nun-such in there.|
nun today, nun tomorrow.
Read an article about all this in the New York Times from May 20th.
Saturday, May 5, 2018
|Busy chickens at Hancock Shaker Village|
It's been a busy week here at what we call Asgard South. One of the people most dear to us came for her annual birthday visit - this year for Frank's 87th birthday. We always delight in whatever time we can spend with her. I had some extra meetings this week, and a luncheon with a magazine colleague. I do like to brainstorm with her.
I tell you though, my sense of what day is which was completely awry. On Wednesday night I started to put out the trash and recyclables - no, they go out on Thursday night. On Thursday night I took my Friday-night cholesterol pill. (Those are working, by the way. My cholesterol count it down to 170 and the other numbers are nicely where they should be.) And on Friday I forgot to write a post for my blog. Perhaps I'm a bit muddled. After all, I've had some busy days.
Welcome to May and warm days and cool nights. Camelot weather.
Friday, April 27, 2018
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Friday, April 6, 2018
This is a fun piece I did for our community magazine. My posting is a bit late for National Pencil Day - that was March 30th. When I was googling for pictures this morning, I came upon this entry from Graf von Faber-Castell for the "perfect pencil" Perfect that is if you've a mind to spend a mere $10,000.00 for it. Really? I'll take two.
|Prefect: pencil, sharpener, and eraser. |
I'd think folks who own this pencil would make no mistakes.
|Just a pencil|
It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact birthday of the pencil.
Man has been using various writing tools for ages, one of them was the stylus,
and that was usually made of lead. The people at pencils.com tell us that in
1564, a large deposit of what was thought to be lead was discovered in England.
It proved to be graphite, a form of carbon, a mineral that could be processed
to form a writing or drawing stick. The first such sticks were wrapped with
sheepskin, but soon there came the invention of the wood casing for the
graphite. In the late seventeenth century, pencils went into mass production.
|This could be a bunch from my husband's workshop.|
All carpenters and woodworkers love pencil stubs
Friday, March 30, 2018
Friday, March 23, 2018
|DID SOMEONE SAY IT WAS SPRING?|
Here in northern South Carolina this morning, it was at the freezing mark. Up in the Northeast they are suffering their fourth nor'easter in a month. Though the vernal equinox happened this past week, you couldn't prove it by the weather - it's crazy all over the country. (Yep, Mr Trump, there's no global warming effect.)
I found this poem in April last year, on the now defunct The Writer's Almanac. The cadence of the poem reminded me of that of one of my favorites, Barbara Frietchie, by John Greenleaf Whittier. John Greenleaf Whittier. As a kid, I was intrigued by multi-syllabled triple names like his and Robert Louis Stevenson's, and I loved their poems that danced - as this one does.
over the froth of the Firth of Forth,
Up from Tahiti and Madagascar,
Lo, the sun walks north.
While leaves explode like firecrackers,
The duck flies forth to greet the spring
And sweetly municipal pigeons sing.
We will speak of past things.
The grass is as green as a Girl Scout troop;
In the Mall the stone acoustics stand
Like a listening ear for the Goldman band.
We will speak of darkened Paris.
Of the ponies who trot in the shadow of roofs,
The sun, in his running, will hasten the plan
Of plants and fishes, beast and man.
And guess if the earth is cracked or round.
Over the planes in the waiting north,
Over the average man and his wife,
Lo, the sun walks forth!
Friday, March 16, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
The Ides are on the fifteenth day,
The Nones the seventh; but all besides
Have two days less for Nones and Ides."