Sunday Stash #36

Kona solids are always fun to stash. Love that mango color.

Miscellaneous fabrics on sale. Well, not that orange and white polka dot, but I had to have it.

I've seen some funny stuff I just had to document. Love how the stick man is booking it out the door! Cracked me up.

This was written on the booth wall at Panera Bread. Was my son there earlier?! I used to find all kinds of "funny" messages from that kid.

In fact, some of his messages are still around. A-Dawg (my kid) and F-Dog (his friend Frank) left their autographs all around our neighborhood when they poured replacement sidewalks around 10 years ago. Little delinquents.

Just a Quickie

Quickie project of the day, In Color Order's Lined Drawstring Bag. I'm headed to sew all day. Yay!

Blogtoberfest Day 21

Photo by: Romulo Yanes

Here's a quickie dinner. Most people have the ingredients for Pasta Carbonara on hand. Bacon, eggs, pasta and cheese. If you get adventurous, throw some minced garlic in after the bacon is somewhat rendered. Red pepper flakes if you like some heat. The recipe calls for poached eggs, but you can toss your beaten eggs with the cheese and fold it into the pasta. Kind of like cutie Tyler's recipe. Being French and all, I love that whole poached egg as the sauce thing. Runny yolks rule. Plus, they make a rich sauce for anything they top.

College boy likes his foods separate, so he ate his poached egg first, thereby ruining the dish. Who raised that child?! Malibu Barbie is like my mom, no egg yolks whatsoever. She ate at her friend's house. I also didn't eat egg yolks until I was an adult, but I'm making up for it now. Serve your pasta with a green salad, sauteed spinach, roasted asparagus or a crudite platter and dinner is ready in a flash.

If you're over 40, did you get your mammogram this year? If not, go schedule it. I'll wait. I had mine Wednesday and it truly took about five minutes. And probably only one total minute of boob squishing. Which doesn't hurt. Plus, I got nipple stickers! Now how cool is that? Okay, they were kind of rough to remove, but I was sportin' pasties for a whole five minutes. Too much information, right? Sorry.

Our local newspaper has a "Ticked Off" column. I thought this comment was funny.

Our November BOM is a liberated rose. Tomorrow is our guild's Sew Day. I'm really looking forward to escaping hard drive failure, not doing laundry and sewing with my quilt buddies all day long. I hope the laundry and housekeeping fairy does a good job while I'm gone. I crack myself up.

Child Labor

Minnie and Mattie Carpenter, Gastonia, North Carolina, 1908, photo by Lewis Hine.

Group of spinners in Elk Cotton Mills in Fayetteville, Tennessee. Youngest girl hardly knew her name. Youngest boy runs two sides at ten cents each a day, 1910. Photo by Lewis Hine.

I love old photographs. Lewis Hine was a sociologist and photojournalist who shot photos of children working in mills and factories during the early 1900s. Mr. Hine was hired by the National Child Labor Committee who were trying to regulate child labor laws. Author Joe Manning has researched the stories of these mill children and their families. I was so mesmerized reading about their lives.

Library of Congress National Child Labor Committee Photo Collection

Francis Lance 5 years old, 41 inches high. Sells regularly on Grand Avenue. Location: St. Louis, Missouri, 1910. Photo by Lewis Hine.

Addie Card, 11 years old, North Pownal, Vermont, August 1910. Photo by Lewis Hine.

Inappropriate Television

 

I don't know what it is with me, but I'm attracted to bad TV. From Rescue Me and Sons of Anarchy to Weeds and Breaking Bad, I'm drawn to these dramas. Most of these shows I've had to catch up with through Hulu or Netflix. There's just something about hunky, insubordinate firefighters, gun-running biker gangs, moms selling pot and a lung cancer patient/high school chemistry teacher cooking meth that intrigues me. It sure beats forcing myself to watch Jersey Shore to see if my mom's cousin made it into an episode. He's an art professor and ran into the gang in Italy. I have a feeling I'm never going to see Cousin Danny's television debut. I can't bear to watch another episode.

Thank you for letting me confess my love of inappropriate television. I feel better now. And of yeah, FX's new show American Horror Story is really inappropriate. I saw Dylan McDermott's butt. Goodness. I mean that in a couple of ways. ;)

On the Eighteenth Day

My morning project was a little pumpkin mug rug. Fun and easy and I dug into some Halloween fabrics.

Yesterday's little project was Pink Penguin's organizer basket.

Isn't this the cutest idea? It would easily work on a bigger shirt too. Get the tutorial right here.

It's Day 18 of Blogtoberfest. Over halfway through daily blogging. Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting. I'm off to wait for a big storm blowing through here and some winter temps (71 degrees) later in the week. Time to dust off the jackets and dig out the long johns. 

It's Monday

My latest doll quilt in all its crinkly goodness. I just need to make a label and pop it into the mail for my partner.

Photo: Jonny Valiant/Woman’s Day

I made this crock pot chicken pot pie yesterday. It was really easy and really good. I used two boneless, skinless chicken breasts instead of the thighs. You could easily serve this with crusty bread if you didn't want the butter-laden puff pastry. I'll give you one guess to what I went with! ;)