When does fall begin for you? When the trees lose their leaves and the general landscape turns brown. Fall has then arrived.
What is your favorite fall memory? Making apple cider with all my siblings. We awoke when it was still very early, donned out warmest clothes and headed to the back porch to start the operation. We still froze while we washed and cut apples, ran the cider press and then tasted the delicious results. Something salty was imperative for lunch as we'd tasted enough sweetness by then.
What do you like to drink in the fall? Hot chocolate, hot apple cider, or tea.
What's your favorite fall food? Turkey, and cranberry deliciousnesses.
What is fall weather like where you live? Cold. Very cold.
What color is fall? Brown, gold, and burgandy.
What does fall smell like? Crisp freshness.
Holiday shopping in fall: yes or no? Yes, if need be.
If you could go anywhere in the fall, where would you go? East coast or Europe.
What is your least favorite thing about fall? Snow.
What is your favorite fall holiday? Thanksgiving.
What's your favorite kind of pie? Caramel pecan.
Which do you prefer, the Farm or the Fair? Definitely the Fair.
Do you have a favorite fall book? Calico Captive, perhaps.
How about a favorite fall poem or quote? Here's one that I just found and like: The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools. ~Henry Beston
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Quote
Right and wrong are black and white. Don't let your vision blur them to gray so that you cannot decipher one from the other. ~am
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Six Random Facts About Me
1. I've glued a super-glue tube to my fingers twice. It takes forever gently working it over with nail-polish remover to get them off. My comfort is that time did elapse between incidents. :-)
2. I love driving! I don't see it as just a necessity or chore, but a real pleasure.
3. I like wearing turtlenecks in the winter, but it has to be really cold before I can stand the collar around my neck.
4. I am dab smack in the middle of all my siblings. Ten years younger than the oldest, ten years older than the youngest (give/take a few months).
5. I don't post *all* of my projects on my creative blog. If I decide it doesn't look good enough, it doesn't get posted. :-)
6. Sometimes I have to determine to finish a project or it wouldn't ever get done. I grow tired of things quickly and have to move on.
No tags, but if you want to do it, go ahead. :-)
2. I love driving! I don't see it as just a necessity or chore, but a real pleasure.
3. I like wearing turtlenecks in the winter, but it has to be really cold before I can stand the collar around my neck.
4. I am dab smack in the middle of all my siblings. Ten years younger than the oldest, ten years older than the youngest (give/take a few months).
5. I don't post *all* of my projects on my creative blog. If I decide it doesn't look good enough, it doesn't get posted. :-)
6. Sometimes I have to determine to finish a project or it wouldn't ever get done. I grow tired of things quickly and have to move on.
No tags, but if you want to do it, go ahead. :-)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Traveling first class
When it comes to dressing up while flying, we don’t do it by halves.
Back in 2007 when I flew for the first time to visit my grandmother, I made a brown and white hounds tooth suit specifically for traveling. The suit has a vintage flare, so I paired it with retro heels, my mother’s brown hat and my sister’s white gloves. Traveling with me was my dashing brother in his dark suit, bow tie and top hat! We really made quite the pair, if I do say so myself. Before we had even boarded the plane, a nice gentleman asked if we were actors and then wanted to take our pictures. He appreciated that we just wanted to dress up and set a standard for the modern traveler! We heard many other comments throughout the airports, including some from pilots and flights attendants, security personnel, etc.
My grandmother did not really appreciate how dressed up we were, but we didn’t let it dampen our spirits. She has been affected by family near her and has become quite casual. Somehow I imagine it would have been the other way around fifty years ago; the kids wanting to be causal and the parents dressing up. Oh, well! On the way home, we dressed up again and had our older sister with us as well. It really was quite humorous to be casually eating breakfast with our aunt one minute and then be completely dressed up ten minutes later when she came back to pick us up! Movie stars!? Indeed.
When my four sisters and I flew to visit friends two weeks ago, we dressed up. Not quite as fancy as the trip before mentioned, but dressed up enough. Most of us wore wool skirts in various pleated, plaid or kilt designs with nice tops or sweaters, tall leather boots or classy shoes and hats. All five of us wore hats; pageboys, berets, or vintage hats. Five girls marching through the airport creates attention, but five girls marching through the airport with hats on creates *that much more* attention!
We really enjoyed some of the comments that we received! A lot of people asked if we were related. “Yes”, we replied with glee many times. Several of them went on to ask more questions and finally got to know how many siblings there are. It’s fun to shock people! At the Starbuck’s counter, a lady specifically asked “if we were from England?” She went on to compliment us on dressing nicely, because “nobody does these days.” She herself was attired in nice business-wear, but was just visiting the U.S. My personal favorite conversation was with the shuttle driver as we were exiting the bus. He asked, “Are you a singing or dancing group?” “Nope, we’re sisters”. “Nuns?” he asked in a surprised voice. “No. Sisters as in brothers and sisters” my older sister replied. I inwardly chuckled all the way into the airport.
Back in 2007 when I flew for the first time to visit my grandmother, I made a brown and white hounds tooth suit specifically for traveling. The suit has a vintage flare, so I paired it with retro heels, my mother’s brown hat and my sister’s white gloves. Traveling with me was my dashing brother in his dark suit, bow tie and top hat! We really made quite the pair, if I do say so myself. Before we had even boarded the plane, a nice gentleman asked if we were actors and then wanted to take our pictures. He appreciated that we just wanted to dress up and set a standard for the modern traveler! We heard many other comments throughout the airports, including some from pilots and flights attendants, security personnel, etc.
My grandmother did not really appreciate how dressed up we were, but we didn’t let it dampen our spirits. She has been affected by family near her and has become quite casual. Somehow I imagine it would have been the other way around fifty years ago; the kids wanting to be causal and the parents dressing up. Oh, well! On the way home, we dressed up again and had our older sister with us as well. It really was quite humorous to be casually eating breakfast with our aunt one minute and then be completely dressed up ten minutes later when she came back to pick us up! Movie stars!? Indeed.
When my four sisters and I flew to visit friends two weeks ago, we dressed up. Not quite as fancy as the trip before mentioned, but dressed up enough. Most of us wore wool skirts in various pleated, plaid or kilt designs with nice tops or sweaters, tall leather boots or classy shoes and hats. All five of us wore hats; pageboys, berets, or vintage hats. Five girls marching through the airport creates attention, but five girls marching through the airport with hats on creates *that much more* attention!
We really enjoyed some of the comments that we received! A lot of people asked if we were related. “Yes”, we replied with glee many times. Several of them went on to ask more questions and finally got to know how many siblings there are. It’s fun to shock people! At the Starbuck’s counter, a lady specifically asked “if we were from England?” She went on to compliment us on dressing nicely, because “nobody does these days.” She herself was attired in nice business-wear, but was just visiting the U.S. My personal favorite conversation was with the shuttle driver as we were exiting the bus. He asked, “Are you a singing or dancing group?” “Nope, we’re sisters”. “Nuns?” he asked in a surprised voice. “No. Sisters as in brothers and sisters” my older sister replied. I inwardly chuckled all the way into the airport.
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