Sister: I found your other coded message. Not to worry. I have already packed the white staedtler for the 2nd annual art retreat in January.
I ate a few M&M's this time and cracked the code within 83 seconds. Bring Your Eraser! You thought I wouldn't get it didn't you?
P.S. Dottie's flight was cancelled because of snow. When she finally gets here tomorrow I have a bunch of outfits picked out for her to try on. I am going to do a photo shoot so we will have lots of pictures of her to draw when you come back this way again.
It is very rare that an idea is hatched, ordered, completed, framed, and hung within a 4 month period. But here is the evidence for your consideration.
I am very pleased with how the rabbit turned out. So much so that I might have already started another needlepoint project. Just a little something to work on when I am not knitting. It's good for the hands to be forced to use the different muscles required by another craft.
Cross-training for the hands. Very therapeutic for the mind as well.
Thanksgiving leftovers and a little sketching was how we ended our day yesterday. Sister gave the maple-pecan phyllo pie her nod of approval.
Today we explored more of the common areas at Angie's place. We have found what we believe to be the most comfortable chairs in the place. Pillows provided.
There was also a lovely patio area protected from the wind with abundant sunshine to ensure our vitamin D levels are in the therapeutic range. Angie comandeered the Jackie O. sunglasses and I am not sure she is planning to give them back.
Meanwhile Chris was at home smoking a brisket for supper and we have more art therapy planned for tonight.
This morning Mary Ann gave me a complete run down on the beaches of Southern California between Santa Barbara and Carpinteria with a focus on Summerland. Exhibits were included to reinforce my learning.
I then began preparations on breakfast. Baked eggs florentine to be specific. Sister was quite unconvinced that they would suit her because of the spinach, but realized the error of her ways after the first bite.
Here is the recipe in case you also have someone in your family who thinks they don't love spinach. After breakfast we headed over to see Angie. She was tickled pink to see Mary Ann. "Is that Mary Ann? Mary Ann Moss?!!!"
Afternoon activities included power naps and a cut-throat "pease porridge hot" competition.
Brother headed back East this morning. Channeling our father (who loved to get an early start) he was on the road by 6am.
Angie misses him already. Me too. To distract myself I went downtown today to buy my first Christmas present of the season. I have a party on Tuesday and intend to be prepared. Luckily for me, strolling in downtown Lawrence I can usually find what I need. Today was no exception.
I am not saying exactly where I went but I am pretty sure my present will be highly desirable for those of you participating in the annual Quail gift exchage.
Happy Thanksgiving to family and friends far and near. Brother Ray and I are heading out to spend the day with Angie. Chris is holding down the fort at Tall Tales headquarters. Today I am grateful for family and that Chris can manage a dinner for 20 with one hand tied behind his back.
It's not everyday you get the chance to go inside an old barn and have a look around. When Diane told me about the Holiday Open House at the Historic Taylor Barn in Lawrence I jumped at the chance.
This is what is referred to as a "banked barn". Which means it is open to the outside on one or two sides and the basement area had stalls for horses. It was used to store lots of hay (80 tons according to the literature).
The original barn was built in 1879, burned down in 1903 and was rebuilt in 1905. I am by no means any kind of expert on the condition of wood but it still looked darn sturdy to me.
I liked the plate borders around the house on the property quite a lot. I wanted to pull up a few and put out some cream so the farm cats would come and play with me.
Even though I couldn't find any cats to play with, this nice doggie found Chris and they spent some time getting acquainted. I think this pup deliberately locked the cats up somewhere so we would have to use up all our stored kitty loving on him.