Friday, November 25, 2016

Diwali Lights - or Christmas Candles

One day, as I was looking over the Red Ted Art Site, I found a tutorial for making salt dough votive candles. We had recently been to a Diwali festival at our local University, and so these lights were extra interesting to us, since they could double as Diwali lights as well as Christmas Candles. Having a plethora of perler beads at our disposal, and never having found a salt-dough craft that we didn't like, we went ahead and made several, thinking that they would make perfect grandparent and aunt (adopted and otherwise obtained) gifts.
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We were right.
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So, just in case Red Ted Art takes the instructions down at some point, I'll type them up here, using my own words:

You will need:

2 parts flour
1 part salt
1/2 to 1 one part water
a tealight
perler beads (or gems or whatever) to decorate

Mix the flour, salt, and water together in a bowl. Start with 1/3 part water, and gradually add more, until your dough gets to the consistency that you want for it. You can use your hands to to the mixing and kneading (my personal preference), or a spoon.

Take a lump and make a ball. Take a tealight, and push it down into the middle of your ball. If you like, wet your hand and smooth the sides out with your fingers. Then, decorate with perler beads by pressing them into the sides, if you like. Or, you can use gems, or paint, or whatever strikes your fancy for decorations. Let air dry on a non-stick surface for a few days, or however long it takes to become fully dry.

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Thursday, October 27, 2016

a scattered lion post - - OR we could say, it's a dang good thing I named this blog just a little bit of quirky-ness, because this post is pretty random and I'm not going to even try to pull it together more than it already is

I've been remiss in posting Lion pictures (as well as a whole bunch of other stuff) here. Ah well, life gets busy sometimes.

BUT!!! I have a packet of lion pictures, and a poem about lions. I've been saving them up for the day when I felt like taking the time to post them, and today is that day. Yippee!!

The only problem is . . . now that it's been so long, I can't remember where some of the shots were taken. So if you see this, and you know, feel free to chime in in the comments. ALSO, if you sent me a lion via text message on or around August 12, will you tell me? I have a note to myself dated August 12 that says "get lion pic off of phone", but I've looked through my phone and I can't find it, and I'm just OCD enough that it's bugging me, not to mention I feel ungrateful for not taking advantage of the opportunity to have yet another lion. (Sorry about that--lion text-er)

But, enough about my idiosyncrasies, on to the lions!

First off--a poem about stone lions.

Harmony brought this poem to my attention. It was read by the author, a Utah-based poet named Katharine Coles, as part of an interview she did with Doug Fabrizio on KUER (the Salt Lake City public radio station). The entire interview (which is fascinating) can be found here:

But, for now, we'll just post the poem--which is also kind of fascinating, and in some ways (albeit in much more eloquent language than my own) speaks to my thoughts and impressions which led me to start "collecting" stone lions in the first place.

Thirty Years With These Lions
by Katharine Coles

I have seen them in Taipei guarding museum steps,
In Kamakura temples guarding their own myth,
Winged and guarding time's passage at San Marco,
Excavated in Istanbul's galleries
They become inscrutable the further they erode.
Once we took our lions literally.
They stalked our caves and dogged our steps
Before we posed them.
We knew, if we lay down just what we were doing,
What it meant to invite them in.
I don't know why we set them in stone.
Take my neighbor, her tiny bungalow,
Her husband dead, she placed these lions
To flank her abbreviated walkway,
A gate between them, though she has no fence.
Their heads, curled locks flowing European-style,
Almost reach her eaves,
As if they might protect her just by looming.
In their calm they keep confusion at bay,
The local toughs, his ghost.
Look at that paw, its delicate lift,
Claws retracted for the long moment.
Ninety last summer, sharp, still ready,
She moves off the porch to draw me through the gate.

Next--and also by way of Harmony, here is a lion. Would that I could remember where it is found, but alas, that memory has escaped me. Harmony? Any hints?
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This next one is from Ryan and Becca, my brother-in-law and sister. They took a trip to San Francisco last year, and sent me this shot, daring me to guess where it was taken. Alas, I could not.
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So, then they sent me this one. A ha!! Golden Gate Park! Of course!
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And now we have lions from NEW lion share-rs. (Always fun to pull more people into the silliness, wouldn't you agree?)

This from my friend Kristi (formerly known as Katerina here on the old blog). Kristi taught me the joys of Cross-Country skiing. Although I had been on short trips before with my family (one particularly interesting time in Bryce Canyon comes to mind), it wasn't until I moved to Logan and went with Kristi that I found just how fun it could be to spend a few hours on Cross-Country skis in frigid temperatures.

But I digress, and Kristi's picture has nothing to do with Cross-Country skiing. But look at it! It's pink!! Talk about quirky! And what a nice head-garland! That's definitely not something you see every day, right? Right!!
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Finally, here's --a lion from another NEW lion share-r, my dad's cousin (which would make her my first cousin once removed), Becky.

She found this lion in Jacksonville last Christmas. It was dark, and she had to take it from a moving car, so the quality of the photo isn't great, but how fun is that to see them all decorated with Christmas ribbons and tinsel?
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I'll tell you how fun it is. WAY FUN.

And that's what I have for now. Maybe this will be the post that starts me into regular blogging again.

Or maybe not. You just never can tell, can you?

Monday, May 16, 2016

Fiasco at the Bakery

I'm coming up on an auspicious anniversary. Exactly 10 years ago next month, I had what I hope will be a once in a lifetime experience. Recently, it came to my attention that I had never written an account of that experience, and I wish to rectify this situation. Hence, the following:

This particular day in 2006 started out pretty much like any other basic day. I went to work at the opera company, just like I did every weekday. It was early summer, and I had just taken my summer wardrobe off of the shelf and put it in the closet. I remember on this day, I was wearing a favorite pair of sandals, little peek-a-boo toe numbers, lime green, with a small heel. I loved them, but it was always a bit of a trick at the beginning of the season to get myself accustomed to the feel of them.

I believe it was June, and due to our impending summer theatrical season, life at the opera was quite busy on that day. Mid-morning, I left the office to run some errands on the northern end of town.  After I was finished with those, I decided that since I was in the neighborhood, I would stop by my favorite bakery (Shaeffer House) for a little treat before heading back to the office.

That was almost certainly a mistake.

In those days, Shaeffer House shared a parking lot with several other businesses, including a Mexican Restaurant, a fabric store, a carpet store, and the local chapter of Weight Watchers. Don’t even get me started on the irony there.  Also, the sidewalk between the front door of the bakery and the parking lot was a very short little thing, probably three inches tall, at most.

I pulled into the parking lot and made my way to the bakery, choosing to park right in front of the front door. As I was slowing down to park my trusty and beloved RAV4, somehow my feet started slipping around, and I found the big glass doors (which were encased in an even bigger half-moon of a glass window) looming closer and closer.  I panicked, frantically trying to find a way to stop the car, and as I did so, I noticed two girls behind the counter of the bakery, their eyes growing wider and wider as I inched my way to, and then through the glass. A shower of sparkly glass pieces came down, covering the hood of my car, as I finally managed to bring it to a stop.

Immediately, I began a half chant/half prayer. “Please Heavenly Father, let this be a dream!” “Please Heavenly Father, let this be a dream!” Sadly, that prayer was not answered in the way that I had hoped, and as I gingerly opened the door of the car and made my way out, one of the wide-eyed girls met me. Asking me if I was okay, she led me to a table near the back of the bakery, offered me a drink of water, and called the police. I was considerably shaken up, but otherwise completely unharmed. I ascertained that no one else had sustained any damage due to my actions, and tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and sipping my water.

The police officer arrived, took my statement and the statements of the other witnesses, and helped me start my car and back it out of the bakery. (The trusty RAV4 was completely fine, aside from some minor paint damage, and little pieces of glass being stuck in the front windshield wiper area.) He took my insurance information, and let me go on my way, not even giving me a citation.

I got in the car, drove two blocks, and called my insurance agent, a fatherly-type man, who  had previously been an ecclesiastical leader of mine, and for whom I had great respect and admiration. He answered the phone, and in a quavering voice (which was embarrassing for sure, because I was all of thirty-five years old at the time, and felt like I shouldn’t be behaving like a little child), explained to him what had happened.  Upon learning that I hadn’t been hurt and that no one else had been hurt, he turned to the business at hand, assuring me that he would take care of it. We hung up, and I continued on my way to work.

That’s essentially the end of the story. My insurance company fixed the window, and aside from the psychological damage of having to smile through countless itinerations of, “Charlotte, didn’t you know it wasn’t a drive thru window?” I emerged from the whole experience basically unscathed.

I never entered that building or attempted to park near those windows again. Even when I was “auditioning” wedding cake vendors a year later, I studiously avoided Shaeffer House bakery, choosing to eschew what would certainly have been a deliciously delightful cake for the sake of not having to mentally re-live that experience.

A couple of years ago, it was announced that the building that Shaeffer House leased would be torn down, and so the bakery moved to new digs. They now have a regular-height curb at their front door, no large half-moon windows, and (wait for it . . . ) a drive-through window.

I like to think I had something to do with that. 

Sunday, March 06, 2016

A Nature Birthday Party - posted six months late, but who's counting?

So, I'm behind in blogging. Like, six months behind in blogging. That's okay though, right? Right. Totally okay.

For our daughter's 7th birthday party, she requested a "nature" theme.

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We played around on pinterest a bit, and I pulled up some pictures of cakes that were within my abilities, and she chose one. This one, in fact.  I followed their instructions for making the chocolate grass, but naturally, we had chocolate cake and cocoa-laced graham cracker crumbs for our dirt, because really, what kid wants a carrot or spice cake with gingersnap crumbs for a birthday? No kid that I know. Also, rather than attempting ladybugs out of frosting, we just took a bunch of Heather's plastic animals, gave them a good sterilizing, and stuck them on the cake.

She wanted a pond at the top of the cake, so using the same method that I'd used to make the Frozen candy glass shards last year, we made a pond. Worked marvelously.

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As the girls arrived, we had them work on some coloring sheets that I'd found on the internet as a gathering activity. They seemed to enjoy that, and it kept them all busy as everyone made their way to our house and as Eric and I got things ready for the real fun.

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I found a "Nature Explore Kit" work-up on Pinterest, and basically decided to use many of Kara's ideas. We ordered some bug jar craft kits, and just for fun, and because we decided to make non-candy goodie bags, we got some bug tongs and magnifiers as well.

So, once all our girls had arrived, we put away the coloring pages, and got to work making bug jars. They came together pretty quickly (we also the glue dots that Kara recommends), and all the girls were thrilled with their jars.

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After all the jars were done, we sent the girls out to find their nature! I made an impromptu rule that anyone who was five or less needed to have someone with them who was seven or more, just to make sure that we didn't have any girls running into the street or getting lost or something, and then we gave them a perimeter, and turned them loose.

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As it turned out, they all searched on their own for about 10 minutes, and then they all pretty much joined up together and hunted in a pack. So, that was kind of awesome.

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While the girls were filling their scavenger sacks, Eric and I moved the cake and ice cream, the paper goods, and the tablecloth outside.

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All in all, it might have been our most successful birthday party to date. If you ask me, scavenger hunts are the way to go! We may do one every year.

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

Good Tidings, Great Joy

If you've been following my Christmas decor/ornaments posts through the years, you just might remember that I have a collection of angel figurines and ornaments.

Or maybe not. Either way, we're going to talk a little bit about that today.

I think my collecting goes back to a time when I was young and we were visiting my Grandma and Grandpa Willis at Christmastime. While there, I noticed a trio of singing angels that they had on an end table or something. The angels were fairly simple, made out of strong cardboard and fine (as in thin) yarn, but to me they were all that was magnificent about Christmas. I don't remember if I asked or hinted, or if my grandmother just saw my fascination and indulged me, but when we went back to Cedar City at the end of that trip, one of those angels went with us.

It sat atop our Christmas tree that year, and has every year since. I keep threatening to take it to my own home, since grandma did give to me after all, but my parents love it, and to be honest, it might not feel like Christmas to me if I didn't know that "my" angel was on top of "their" tree.  So, there it stays.

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As I became more of an adult, I started collecting an angel or two on my own, and Heidi has followed what my grandmother started, by recklessly indulging me in my pursuit of beautiful Christmas angels.

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It's one of my favorite (albeit selfish) Christmas traditions, getting an angel from Heidi.

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As I've pondered my love of Christmas angels, I've wondered why they might hold special meaning for me. Perhaps it's because I warm to the roles that different angels played in the Christmas story, telling Mary of her impending role as mother of the Son of God, telling Joseph not to fear to wed Mary, telling the shepherds of the marvelous miracle of Christ's birth just a short distance away. I especially love the "multitude of the heavenly host" that joined that announcing angel, singing their joy, simultaneously adding solemnity and celebration to the best announcement that ever was or ever would be made. 

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In each of these situations, an angel was a bringer of marvelous, peace-filling, life-and-world-changing, good news. So, I suppose it only makes sense that I would enjoy a visual reminder (or two or ten) of those events and that news in my home.

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And if that reminder happens to be pretty as well, well, what's not to like about that?

Monday, November 09, 2015

Thanksgiving Rolls

If you're looking for a good roll recipe, might I suggest this one?

Mom's Rolls at Simply Better at Home
(Or as I think of them "The Best Rolls I've Ever Had"

Last year I decided that I would make these rolls for Thanksgiving.  I'd been eating them for years, courtesy of my friend Heidi, but had never tried to make them on my own. I was a little intimidated, knowing how good they could be, and also knowing how disappointed I'd be if my efforts turned out to be sub-par, but luckily for me, they turned out to be little morsels of deliciousness. Yumma, yumma!

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And now, in case Heidi should someday take down her blog, I'm going to copy her recipe here, for my own (and possibly your) roll-making convenience:

In a small bowl, combine and then brew until very frothy (usually about 5 minutes:)
1/2 cup warm water
2 Tbsp yeast
1 tsp sugar

In a large bowl (like a kitchenaid bowl, perhaps)stir/dissolve:
1/2 cup oil
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup hot water

Add and stir well:
2 t salt
3 eggs
yeast mixture

Mix in (it should still be somewhat sticky and a little lumpy):
5 cups flour

Raise for 1 hour

Punch down and on a floured surface roll out until about 1/3 inch thick rectangle. Brush softened butter on the dough. Cut into triangles and roll from the fat side to the point. Place rolls on a baking sheet sprayed with non-stick spray.

Raise for an additional hour.

Bake at 400 for 9-12 minutes.

Total project time: 2.5-3 hours

Thursday, October 22, 2015

a little help for cold season

Awhile back, in my net-surfing adventures, I found some directions for making vapor shower disks--like the ones that Vicks used to make. Knowing that cold season would be coming, I printed the directions out, and put them into my ticker file, resolving to make some up when one of us found ourselves in need of a congestion-buster.

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That day came this week, as my daughter found herself with one of those fall colds.

Following these directions that I found on beingfrugalbychoice, I took about twenty five minutes on a Tuesday night to mix up the ingredients. I let them sit overnight, and by bath-time on Wednesday (which turned into shower-time), I had a container full of fragrant shower disks. We popped one of them in the shower with my 7-year old, and within a few minutes, the bathroom was full of eucalyptus and lavendar vapors, and all our sinuses were much more clear than had been the case earlier.

Suffice it to say, we're fans.

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You'll need the following:

-2 or so cups baking soda
-enough water to turn that baking soda into a think paste--with a consistency that's kind of like putty
-15 drops each of essential oils--eucalyptus and lavendar (Sarah at frugal by choice also adds rosemary oil, but I didn't have any, so I left that out)
-A muffin tin (I filled up one of my 12-cups, and about half of another, but I didn't fill them full. If you fill the cups full, you won't need two tins like I did)
-Muffin liners

Place the baking soda into a mixing bowl. Slowly add the water until you have a thick paste/putty-like texture. Then add the essential oils.

Spoon the mixture into the muffin tin (filled with liners) and let sit out overnight, preferably for at least 12 hours.

I store them in a plastic container, as seen above.

*These disks are a little bit crumbly. Sarah has a set of directions to cover this, which involves baking the disks before adding the oils, and maybe I'll try that version when I use all of these. For now, I'm satisfied with the results I got here. Not bad for a little experiment.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

2015 Garden--a thrilling tale, to be sure

I feel like our 2015 garden was a real success.  I tried a few new things this year, and most of them worked out really well, though we did have a few unexpected snafus here and there.

We had an unseasonably warm winter this year, and while that made for some really balmy days, it also made it so that our cat didn't want to use the litter box nearly as much as she wanted to use the big dirt box (a/k/a the square foot garden box) outside. It was heaven from an emptying-the-litter-box point of view, but when I went out to find my square foot garden spot full of cat poop (sorry for the graphic mental image there), heaven isn't exactly the word that came to mind.

Not wanting to plant vegetables or things that we would actually eat in dirt that had been thus fertilized all winter, and having recently watched a documentary on the value of pollinators, I determined that we would transition our square foot garden into a pollinator garden. We planted flowers (they are supposed to be perennials, so I guess we'll see if they pop up again next year), and waited patiently for them to bloom.

By the end of July we were awash in flowers, and were seeing bees and butterflies as frequent visitors to our backyard. In short, our pollinator garden was a glorious success!

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As for tomatoes (which, along with fresh basil, is really the only reason I even have a garden), I think I finally got the right configuration--all of them along the side of the house where the sun is best and the dirt is deeper and the water is plentiful. I put the small tomatoes (Sweet 100s and SunGold) along the sides of the area, and put the full-size (Early Girls) in the middle. Next year I think I'll skip the Sweet 100s. In my opinion, nothing compares to SunGolds, so why bother with two varieties?

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I also ventured out to Home Depot (or was it Lowe's?) and following these instructions, I made a serious tomato cage as an experiment, assuming that if it worked out well, I would make more in future years.

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It did work out well, actually astoundingly so, but I won't be making more, because I found that I don't really have room for cages that are any bigger than what I've already got. But, I did go ahead and using stakes and zip-ties, shored up my remaining semi-inferior cages, and I found that this little adjustment helped with the stability of my plants.

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For herbs, we planted basil, cilantro, sage, rosemary, thyme and spearmint. Also, the chives from last year flourished in their same old area, and so I let them do their thing, using them throughout the summer in the place of green onions in many of my recipes.
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I finally got the hang of pinching my basil this year, and so rather than having tall weedy stalks with few leaves, I ended up with actual bush-like clumps of basil. It was marvelous. I made pesto, we had basil in our salads and pasta dishes, and between the basil and the fresh tomatoes, we practically lived on baguettes topped with fresh mozzarella, sliced tomatoes and basil, broiled in the oven for 2-3 minutes. Possibly my very favorite meal, and well-loved by our whole family.

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And now for a little snafu. See that plant on the right down there? That's Catnip, regrown from plants of last year. I mistakenly thought it was spearmint, and offered it to friends, neighbors, and co-workers for use in recipes and drinks. The opera contingent were particularly grateful, and it was only when one of them mentioned to me that this particular mint had a different flavor than any she'd had before that I got looking at the plants closely and found my error. No big deal, Catnip is a member of the mint family after all, but still, I doubt I would have gotten as many takers if I would have "sold" it under its real name. Ah well, live and learn.
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I love a little zucchini, but let's face it, with our minuscule garden space, we really don't have room for hugs squash leaves spreading out all over the place. So, this year, I tried growing a plant in a tomato cage. Success!
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 I do think that next year, I'll follow the example suggested here, and stake the tomato cage upside down. This should allow more room at the bottom, where the leaves are biggest. We'll see how it all works, I guess
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I planted strawberries along the fence, by our compost pile, where we rarely get a whole lot of sun. We didn't get a whole lot of strawberries, but my purpose was mainly to put in some ground cover, to dissuade the weeds from cropping up there, as they generally like to do.  I think I'll see how the plants do over the winter, and maybe add a few more next year, to see if I can't get a bona fide patch growing. The low sun conditions might be a problem though. We'll see.

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So, that's what happened with my garden this year. I leave you with this shot of my daughter's little corner of dirt--an area she fixed up to be a potato-bug habitat.  (They like to hang out under the rocks, and she likes to lift up the rocks and bother them.)
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All told, it was a good year for growing. Now on to 2016!!
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