Thursday, October 31, 2013

Owl always love going to my gramma's on Halloween!

I heard a little tap tap tap on my door and I said to myself, "Gee, I wonder Whoooooooo it is?" 
What a hoot !

And never to disappoint - Sushi makes her appearance. 

hmmmm whattcha got there tiny human?

Awwww Sushi, I missed you!

Sushi, I will share my treat with you.

nom nom nom
 Happy Halloween ! 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Town Of Halloween

I finished stitching this pattern many moons ago, but finally got it put together as a pillow a few weeks back.

 I initially stitched the big spider web with the suggested 1 strand of black DMC, but I just wasn't happy with how it looked.  Instead, I decided to try the #8 black perle cotton that the instructions said to use for the blanket stitch on the edging of the pillow.  BINGO!... it gave me exactly the effect I was looking for :)


This pattern was a really fun stitch, and I'm excited to add to my ever growing Halloween collection. 

Even though November is just around the corner, the autumn hued trees are still putting on quite a show in our region.  This maple in our back yard is just glorious this year... I just had to share!

When we planted that baby tree all those years ago, I never thought I would see the day when it would be peeking over the top of our house like it is here...

While you're visiting, would you like a closer look at my front porch decor for this year?

Happy Halloween, everyone... thanks so much for stopping by!

Friday, September 27, 2013

Pumpkins for Cathey

You can read more about "Pumpkins for Cathey" on Daffy Cat's blog.

If you'd like to stop on over and say "hi" to Cathey,  you can find her blog, Pumpkin Patch & Co., here.


Friday, September 13, 2013

OMG - I Laughed So Hard I Peed My Kayak!

Determined to get as many kayaking days in before fall arrives, my girlfriend and I wanted to head out to the beach tonight after work.  We have had to cancel a few times these past two weeks and we prayed the weather would hold up for us tonight.  Last night, our area experienced one of the worst storms this season and we weren’t sure what was in store for us tonight.  I emailed Kathy early in the day and told her that the weather report said winds were going to pick up tonight, we may not be able to go out on the lake.  We would play it by ear. 

Now, our usual practice is this:  Kathy lives in the opposite direction as me and gets home from work before I do, so on kayaking nights I drive home by the lake and pull over to check out how calm the lake is and after texting Kathy to let her know, I head back out on the road to get home.   I’m 15 minutes from home at this point and Kathy is 20 minutes from my place.  Once she gets the OK, she starts heading to my place with the kayaks and she arrives just in time for me to be changed and standing on the porch waiting for her.  This practice is an important time saver for us, particularly at this time of the year as we are limited for our daylight and every moment counts. 

I was happy to see that the sun shone all afternoon and the skies were clear and I was hopeful our day would end on a relaxing, happy note out on the lake.   That is, up until 10 minutes before I left work.  I noticed that the sky was getting very gray and dismal to the south-west.  I left work and headed north towards the lake and within 3 minutes it started to rain.  I didn’t lose hope because ahead of me the sky was clear, but it was still raining behind me.  I got to the lake it was still raining lightly but the wind picked up.  And yet the sky over the lake was clear. There were white caps on the lake near the shoreline, but the water was only mildly choppy the rest of the way out.  My text messages would not go through to Kathy, so I just got back on the road to get home so I could get Kathy called.  This was going to set us back another 20 minutes. 

I arrived home to find that Kathy had been trying to reach me because she had not heard back from me in half an hour and started to worry.  I called her back and here’s how the conversation went... 

B:  I just got home!  Sorry, the cell phone wouldn’t work  my messages wouldn’t go through.

K:  I was getting worried !  So what’s the water like?  Are we going?

B:  It’s whitecap wavy along the shoreline, but it’s a bit choppy past that.

K:  How choppy is choppy?

B:  Cripes, I don’t know.  It’s choppy.  Not tip you over choppy, but choppy.  I’d say mildly choppy.

K:  So what do you wanna do?

B:  Well I don’t know, what do you want to do?  It’s your call.  Are you going to be upset  if you drive all the way out there and we find out we can’t go out? 

K:  No.  I just want to get out and relax.  I’ve had a rough week.

B:  Ok, but I don’t think we’ll be relaxing.  It’s windy and it’s going to be a work out.  There won’t be much relaxing and yaking ‘cause we won’t be able to hear each other talking.

K:   Good point.

B:  The only thing I’m worried about is the shoreline.  At the Cove the water is deeper and where we go it’s shallow so are the whitecaps going to be better or worse.  Your call.

K:  I’m exhausted.

B:  Well then that settles it.  If you are THAT tired, then you aren’t going to have the strength you need on the water anyway and you’ll be whipped when you get home.

K:  Or… the exercise will do me good.

This bantering went on for awhile …

B:  Ok, we are wasting time and losing daylight. What do you want to do; it’s YOUR call.

K:  Wellllll… It might be rough.

B:  Ok.

K: BUT, it might be FUN too!!  Let’s go!

We arrive at the lake and the wind starts to pick up and the sand was blowing over the ridge before we could see the water.  We started to laugh and I said, this doesn’t look good.  Kathy quickly turned into the parking area and said, it’s going to be cold – I’m going pee before we get out there.  I on the other hand was smart enough to go before I left home because I hate using the outhouses.   I didn’t have to pee.  Or so I thought. 

Heading back to the lake we get over the ridge, take one look at the water and start laughing again.  “Oh shoot,  I don’t think we are going in that.”  So to confirm: the whitecaps were much bigger and stronger in the shallower part of the lake.   We hesitated.  Should we go or should we stay now ????

We got out, put our feet in the water and it was like bath water.  Tempting.  Very tempting.  We hesitate some more and finally decide – we’re here, let’s try.  We both brought windbreakers as we weren't sure what we were in for. Our plan:  just stay near the shoreline and just bounce on the waves.  No way we were going out any distance in that!

We dragged the kayaks into the water and quickly got in and within 10 seconds our jackets were completely soaked.  Kathy was a little bit ahead of me so I was watching her fight to get past the waves and I couldn’t even get past the shoreline yet.  I’m watching her swing her paddle like crazy and getting absolutely NO WHERE;  and I’m still trying to get past the waves and I get pushed back up onto the sand and then  I was stuck.   So I started to giggle and I started bucking back and forth thinking that it was actually going to make a difference.   I’m bucking and Kathy is swinging and for every swing she took, she still went nowhere and for every buck I made, I just dug myself deeper in the sand.  And all I could think of was how much she looked like a bird frantically flapping its wings when flying against the wind and going absolutely no where. (remember when I said I didn’t have to pee… ya well… I laughed so hard I peed my pants kayak)

It was so ridiculously funny that even though I was grateful that there wasn’t a sole on the beach to witness this,  I still wished it had all been captured on camera.  I could not compose myself at all.  She stopped paddling to look back at me totally losing it, and a wave caught her and pushed her right back all the way to the shoreline to get stuck in the sand right  beside me.  Hysterically she cried out, “Great! Now we look like beached whales!”


We made a few more attempts and I said, “I’m getting the camera and I’m going to video you paddling like a bird going nowhere.”  (Unfortunately, I cannot upload the video they are too big for the blog)

Kathy said, “Ok, your turn.  Let me get some shots of you”.  As Kathy was filming me, my kayak turned and I was suddenly  parallel with the waves and you know what that means.  Yep.  Ass over billy goat I went.  Thank god I was only in half an inch of water.   I was laughing,  but Kathy was worried I was hurt, but she didn’t rush to me right away because she didn’t want to get my camera wet.  That's what friends are for. But the waves kept knocking the kayak into me and she had to finally come and rescue me in the half inch of water and save me from the beating. Thank god no one saw that. OH wait!  Shoot.  Where did those four cars come from on the beach and why are all those people laughing?  Crap!

After about half an hour of fighting waves and peeing myself we finally decided to pack up the kayaks.  But we simply couldn’t leave before we ventured out into the waves.    The water was so warm we couldn’t resist. We are so fortunate to have such a nice sandy beach and in this particular spot it is shallow enough that you can play in the waves without worry of it dropping off deep.  We were only knee deep, but you could feel the undertow.   So we decided it was time to call it a night. 

As we were leaving we noticed several people kite sailing.  One person ended up about 15 feet in the air. They certainly looked like they were having a blast.

The sky was such a beautiful colour peeking through the clouds tonight.  What a great way to end the day and a great way to end the season. 

Hopefully, we'll get some more Kay-yak-yak-yaking in before the end of September.  Stay tuned for the adventures of feeding the seagulls from the kayaks. 


Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Pretty In Pink - Part 2

Back in January, I read about the "Pink Scarf Project" that Vicki was so graciously organizing, and I knew right away that I wanted to join in. (You can read my post about it here.)  Since then, my pile of scarves has been growing... thanks to the other ladies of this blog, along with my Mom, and my friend Rene.

As it turns out, it will be one year tomorrow that I had my own breast cancer surgery, and I know what a scary, emotional time it can be.  As I knit/crocheted the scarves that I'm going to give, I wondered about each of the recipients, and I hope that they can feel the love and positive energy stitched into each and every one.

 You've still got some time if you'd like to get involved, so just click on the link at the top of our blog on the sidebar.

Time to get ours packed up and off in the mail!


Thursday, August 8, 2013

Trish's Treasure Box

(Dear Faithful Followers - thank you for your patience during our unannounced hiatus and thanks for returning) 

As some of you already know - each year the Four from Forest meet up with the Stitching Sisters at Brentwood on the Beach for our annual cross stitching retreat where we spend hours and hours stitching, laughing, sharing stories and building great friendships.  Each year that  we visit we learn more and more about each other.  In 2011 I posted a story about Trish and a poem that she wrote after the war in London.  

This year at retreat, Trish treated us all to a special 'treasure box' that was handed down to her when her mother passed away. Inside the box was a variety of embroidery transfers dating back as far as 1908.   She brought the box to retreat and generously offered for us to help ourselves to whatever we wanted.  I couldn't bear the thought of taking even one of her treasures, but she convinced me that she was happy to know that someone would get some use out of them and there were so many she would never ever do them all anyway.  I had a hard time deciding what I wanted, but I had a blast searching through the entire box.   Going through the box was a tad stressful for me because I was so afraid I would rip the delicate papers.  As I started looking at all the unique transfers I knew this would make an interesting blog post so I quickly grabbed my camera.  

Let's take a look inside...

Apparently, some of these transfer booklets
came as free inserts with magazines.
If I had a jumper or a frock today, I might consider embroidering it.
It says 'Monster Gift Book', but I didn't find any monsters inside.
Have you noticed all the different names of magazines yet?
As suggested in 1933, I'm considering embroidering my undies.

Transfer booklet - complete with stitching guide.

This next transfer reminds me of Tracey.  When we went to public school (a year apart from each other) we were fortunate enough to have Home Economics classes as one of our school subjects; hence, our love for stitching. Not long ago when I was closet cleaning, I came upon an embroidery project of two Holly Hobbies that I did when I was in grade 8 and brought them to our cross stitch meeting to show everyone; Tracey gasped when she saw them because she had chosen the exact same embroidery project as me!  

Holly Hobby Bonnie and Holly Hobby Tracey.

1975 - Tracey showcasing her Holly Hobby embroidery projects.
LOVE the picture Tracey, thanks for sharing this Retro Flashback!!
p.s  Love the shirt -
- your hair has changed, but your smile is still as radiant as ever.

These Pixies reminded me of my  Brownie days.  Does anyone else remember sitting in a circle and surrounding the spotted mushroom while Brown Owl or Tawny Owl taught us our lessons?

This sea-life collage of transfers made me laugh right out loud because one of the fish immediately reminded me of a movie I saw when I was little.  Can you spot the fish I am talking about?  I tried to find a year on the transfer to see if there was any correlation to the movie, but I didn't see one.  Does anyone remember this movie? 

WARNING: X-Rated wildlife!
I'm not quite sure what it is being suggested that the three bunnies are doing, but it appears to confirm why they multiply so fast. 

Trish found this transfer to be quite interesting, and commented that she could not place a year on the transfer,but given the title of it, she assumed it was published before the war. 
Titled:  The Allies.
An odd collection of transfers ???

This one reminded me of both Anita and Jody because
Anita is Dutch and Jody absolutely loves tulips.
Budding Friendships!

I wonder what this one would look like with some of the new variegated threads. I might have to try it out.

After quite some time going through the box of transfers, Trish finally convince me to take as many as I wanted.  So here is the selection that tugged at my heart. 

Because, of course, Gramma will be teaching
dear little Scarlet how to stitch one day.
I'm not sure what I will stitch this on yet,
but I have plenty of time to decide.
This one is going on the front of an apron.
I can't wait to teach Scarlet how to bake cookies.

When she is old enough, we'll do  &*$%@$%%& cookies.

Perhaps all these transfers can border around the apron??
Please send suggestions, I would love to hear your ideas.

The look on her face depicts mine as well. 
Of all the household chores
dusting and sweeping are the two I despise most.
This one reminds me of Scarlet's nerdy Gramma
who always loved doing the dishes!
YES - I love to iron too.
Read about it here: Bonnie Loves to Iron.
We all need a break from the household chores.
Take the time to read.  Or.. is she singing?
OK then.  Do Both!

All these embroidery transfers inspired me to set down my cross stitching and take up the embroidery needle again.  Stay tuned for the small project I've got started, even I can't wait to see it when it's finished. 

I didn't happen to notice any little helpers gardening amongst collection of chores.  Hmmmm... I'm going to have to take another look at the transfers to see if I missed that one or not.  Either way, while I was shopping last week I came upon Cinderella gardening gloves that I may just have to go back and pick up for a little someone special so she can help her Gramma.  Speaking of gardening, I fear that mine are all calling my name right now and it's a glorious day to be out in the sunshine.  
Til next time, 

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