Wednesday, August 31, 2011
But today - let's talk about biscuits. I love biscuits. The Southern American kind of biscuits that is. Warm and flaky, served with butter or with a thick slice of ham sandwiched between them. I'm a sucker for them whenever they are on a menu and one of my 30 Before 30 goals is to perfect a homemade version.
So on a whim last week I whipped out the only cookbook on my counter and gave the only biscuit recipe I had all of the ingredients for a whirl.
And they were mediocre. On their own (no butter!) they were a 5. Flaky and moist but with a bit of baking powder aftertaste. With butter, they got a 6 and when topped with chicken and gravy they were decent. But decent is not what I'm striving for. The version I'm after needs to be an 9 on its own AT LEAST. And a dab of butter or a slice of ham needs to elevate them to swoon-worthiness.
What a wonderful surprise this week when I received a letter in the mail from my grandmother that included an article from her local paper all about biscuits and at least 4 different versions to try out. I bought buttermilk at the store yesterday... so maybe during nap time today I'll give it another go. Don't worry, I'll keep you posted. :)
Friday, August 26, 2011
Last Christmas we bought the Squirt a Strider bike. B Daddy and I were WAY more excited about it than he was at the time. Over the past two weeks though, the bike has become a pretty big hit and we thought a video was in order.
Enjoy and have a great weekend! Oh and the part at the end where he's boo hooing is when I told him we had to go home.
Friday, August 19, 2011
I might be in danger of going overboard with all the things I've now made out of old t-shirts...but I just can't help myself. Fabric is usually expensive...rarely soft and oh yeah, requires a trip to the store to purchase. Since my sewing inspiration usually strikes at nap time, it's SO much more convenient to reach into my stash of well-loved but no longer worn t-shirts and pull out some pre-washed, pre-loved and totally FREE fabric.
My last t-shirt project was this dress, which I found online at Dana's site MADE. And once upon a time I made this sweet newborn gown for my niece out of an old tee. This project for the Squirt was made using a pattern and tutorial I found at I Am Momma - Hear Me Roar. She has the BEST boy projects and her creativity blows me away.
I've still got a bit of embellishing to do (couldn't find an embroidery needle and again...it was nap time) but my client was pleased nonetheless. With cooler weather around the corner (a girl can dream right?) I can't wait to put it to use!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
It's Thursday and both B Daddy and I woke up wishing it were Friday. We're burnt out and ready for the weekend. So instead of pulling together and editing pics to update y'all on one of the half dozen almost done projects I have lying on the dining room table, I am going to take the lazy blogger's way out and write about my chilluns.
Likes: The Incredibles, riding his bike, Band Aids, bath time
Dislikes: all vegetables and most fruits, sharing
Favorite Color: blue (we're unsure if he is aware of other colors)
Favorite Food: Craisins
Newly Acquired Skills: climbing out of his crib, remembering song lyrics
Question of the Month: "How was your day Daddy?"
Best Feature: insanely deep brown eyes
Personality in a Nutshell: Adventurous Helper
Likes: anything edible, bottles, puzzles (strictly for chewing purposes)
Dislikes: having her diaper changed, riding in the car seat
Favorite Activity: swinging
Newly Acquired Skills: crawling and pulling up
Strangest Thing I've Found in Her Mouth: Dental floss
Best Feature: an infectious gummy smile
Personality in a Nutshell: Happy-Go-Lucky Gourmand
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Guess what I'm working on this week???
I know, crazy right? But these video tutorials from Miss Mustard Seed make it seem totally doable. If the whole thing works, I'll have spent about $100 and probably a third of my life slipcovering the sofa. And if the whole thing doesn't work out, you'll never hear about it again. Well, that's probably not true. Misery loves company. I'll keep you posted!
Everyone is thrilled about the undertaking.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Next week my uncle is coming to do some renovation work on our living room and I can't wait to share the changes with you! It's definitely going to be a slow evolution as we get time and money to work on the room over the next several months, but I need some advice/opinions STAT.
need want to purchase a piece of art to hang prominently in the room as part of the update and I'm in need of advice. Something about buying ART, even if it is a reproduction, intimidates me. I feel like it's a momentous occasion and I'm rendered utterly incapable of pulling the trigger on my own.
There is virtually NO color in our room currently. Gray walls (love them) dark brown coffee table (love it), brown sofas (hopefully getting the slipcover treatment soon)...you get the idea. I want to bring in a piece that I can draw colors out of for the rest of the room. And lately I've been hung up on reds, indigos and golden hues.
What do you think of these??
Van Gogh - The Red Vineyard at Arles
Van Gogh - The Sower
Hokusai - Ocean Waves
Cezanne - Mount Sainte Victoire (1906)
Van Gogh - Wheatfield with Cypresses
I want something bold, but not something that I'm going to tire of looking at ALL the time. I'm thinking of buying from art.com...has anyone had a good experience buying from them or another online art reproduction company? If you're reading this I really need your opinion. So leave a comment okay! Thanks!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
When the Squirt was #2's age I was constantly wondering what to do with him. He was mobile, but really too young to "play" by himself. So he'd crawl around after me as I did things around the house and when I'd sit down to play with him, I'd get bored after about 5 minutes. Luckily this has not been an issue with #2.
She LOVES to "play" with her big brother. He entertains her just by being around, such a huge blessing. Unfortunately he doesn't always appreciate her company.
But at least I get some time to myself, right?
Friday, August 5, 2011
Last month most of the girls on my mom's side of the family (we missed you Erin!) got together to do some crafting. The idea was to make little Christmas gifts for neighbors, co-workers, etc. and have some gifts already knocked out before the insane holiday season got started.
We decided to try our hands at glass etching, figuring it was an easy way to make a custom gift. As usual with this group, we did a lot of talking, a lot of eating (my sister made Christmas cookies!) and a little bit of work.
The process is super simple. You need a bottle of etching cream, craft brushes and a stencil.
We used Contact paper, which was pretty easy to position and re-position until you had it just where you wanted it on your piece. The Cricut machines made cutting the stencils super fast, but I've seen stencils around blogland cut out with an Exacto knife as well. (I have no where near the patience needed to do that.)
Once your stencil is cut, you just position it, paint on the etching cream and wait. We found that waiting longer than the bottle recommended worked out better - we waited about 10 minutes. And I don't think you can go wrong waiting even longer.
After your time is up, wipe away the cream (Use gloves! Etching cream is nasty stuff.) and remove your stencil. Voila! Simple, quick and so pretty.
These goblets were my project. B Daddy made fun of the idea of having numbered glasses, but I LOVE them. No more, is this my glass or yours?? 4 is my favorite number. Drinking from my Four Glass makes me smile. And I am sure I've seen etched glasses like these somewhere expensive before...
And we all loved Mom's Laugh Often vase...who wouldn't love to see that on their desk?!
My cousin made monogrammed beer steins and wine glasses for her neighbors but I somehow failed to get any pictures of her pieces. I think she was the only one of us who planned to gift any of her projects anyways, the idea of parting with any of our beautiful projects was too much for the rest of us to bear. Guess we'll be needing to have a Christmas in September party too...
Monday, August 1, 2011
I never knew what to say when people would ask, "where are you from?" Our family moved around so much... there wasn't a city, a house, a state that I could answer them with. Wherever our family was became home and that was pretty good. It was a great family. And so it never bothered me much, that I didn't have a physical place where home was.
A lot of my mom's family live in Savannah and we'd go there for Christmas and Thanksgiving sometimes. I think I came to think of it as a sort of home. But then we'd be there and they'd have to give us directions to the new Piggly-Wiggly or they'd talk about high tide and I'd realize Savannah wasn't home. It was their home, but it wasn't mine.
Georgia was the closest thing I ever had to a permanent physical home. I guess that's why I applied to three colleges here even though I went to high school in England and Illinois. I wonder if that's a universal experience, people gravitating towards home, or if it's just something I did out of some subconscious need to belong somewhere.
Once B Daddy and I got engaged we started looking for a house. This one was the 2nd house our realtor showed us, 2nd out of what felt like dozens. And B Daddy felt home right away. It took me much longer to come around. We came back twice with the realtor and we brought our parents and our friends by to see it before it was ours. We'd walk them up on the back porch so they could peek in the windows and we'd imagine ourselves sitting out there with a glass of wine staring at the trees.
B Daddy moved in before we got married and slept in the guest room. The room sweet Britain is sleeping in now. He slept there and then his grandparents gifted us a king size bed for a wedding present and I remember the day we went out and brought it home, strapped to the top of his green Ford Explorer. We finally got it down the tiny hallway and set it up and jumped on it like little kids.
On the night we got married we came to this house and B Daddy picked me up and carried me over the threshold and down the tiny hallway to our room for the first time ever.
That king size bed was where I lay the night we lost our first baby. And B Daddy held my hand and ran to the store at 11 o'clock to get me Tylenol and I curled up in that bed and wept when it was over.
And we came here, home, from the doctor's appointment telling us our second baby too was gone and all afternoon we knelt and planted red and white flowers in the front bed. To remember.
I cried the night we got in the car and left this home for the last time as a couple with no kids. I cried all the way to the hospital and wore sunglasses while I checked in so no one could see my ridiculous tears. And when we drove back down the street towards home three days later, the first thing I noticed were the two signs on our black front door that welcomed Elijah Brock home. Now his home.
Our daughter now sleeps in the guest room and so there is no guest room. And there is no guest bathroom. And there is no playroom. And we'd like to fix up the porch and change out the fireplace and re-tile the master bath. Friends ask how long will you stay? Will you move when you have a third? Won't you need more space?
So far the answer is that we'll stay as long as we can and the kids will share rooms and they'll play outside instead of in a playroom. Because this place is rich in memories and this place is deep in love. The feeling of belonging is thick in the air.
This house is home.