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scraps

I tackled the scrap drawer Saturday afternoon after ignoring its’ overflowedness for months.

Using bits from Marie Kondo’s books, plus bits from Hila’s video, the unwanted items are gone. Oh, one does feel virtuous after diving into chaos and ending with order… perhaps a too infrequent sensation. 🥴

Next up is the clothes closet, but that will have to be done in stages, as the weather is fluctuating between hot Spring and warm Winter temps.

Walking across the street yesterday, the hot humidity of approaching thunder storms brought back memories. Unfortunately, they weren’t of ❄️ & 👢&🧣& 🧤.

From this week’s weather forecast it looks like anything resembling “cool” might not occur again until November or December. 😣 Where did those 50’s and 60’s go??? Couldn’t Mummy Nature crank out a few more before melting the tarmac?

Meeeeeeeeeeeee-eh. 🥺 Even blackberry muffins aren’t consoling. (Yes, it’s muffin time again, yummy-yum-yum!)

Guess it’s the closet next. . .

Trying not to dwell on that thought, have almost finished The Wind in the Willows (Kenneth Grahame; Ernest H. Shepard, illustrator). And it is so good I wish it would go on and on. Sigh.

Even the first chapter of Dorothy Sayers’ Have His Carcase can’t tempt me, and with an opening para like this that’s hard for me to believe.

“The best remedy for a bruised heart is not, as so many people seem to think, repose upon a manly bosom. Much more efficacious are honest work, physical activity, and the sudden acquisition of wealth… Harriet Vane found all three specifics abundantly at her disposal; and although Lord Peter Wimsey, with a touching faith in tradition, persisted day in and day out in presenting the bosom for her approval, she showed no inclination to recline upon it.”

Meanwhile a certain stripey brown caftan has been laundered, and after ironing just might find its way onto the cutting table with a trouser pattern on top.

Nothing promised, you understand… but caftans or long skirts are sometimes things I make before deciding what to really do with a fabric. They don’t require much cutting into… if you catch my drift. 😉

❤️❤️ Meanwhile, may your bobbins never run out! 😘😘

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name that flower

If anybody knows what these things are, please let me know. It will ease my curiosity. 😉

Have only seen them in this one protected corner that doesn’t get full sun. There’s even a little furled bud down sort of in the bottom right corner.

It’s still cool enough to get a bit of baking done before the heat and humidity starts. Am chomping down the latest – Wacky Cake, or Chocolate Depression Cake. A cake with chocolate must be tried, don’cha think?

This recipe has quite a history, but here’s the version I used. (My modifications are in parentheses.)

Wacky Cake

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Sift these ingredients into an 8 inch ungreased pan.

  • 1.5 cups all purpose flour
  • 1 cup brown sugar (used less than 1/2 cup dark brown sugar)
  • 3 tablespoons cocoa (used heaping tablespoons!)
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt

Put each of these into a separate dent in the dry mix.

  • 1 teaspoon vanilla (I never add vanilla to anything chocolate!)
  • 1 tablespoon white vinegar
  • 5 tablespoons melted butter or marge
  • (there is not supposed to be a dot here, just a blank space… 😠)
    • Add 1/2 cup water and 1/2 cup coffee to the pan and mix everything together in the pan.

    Bake for 30 minutes or until a toothpick or cake tester comes out clean.

    Ice or dust with powdered sugar or eat without icing!

    Still slow sewing up these flannel trousers. One of the seams is going to have an interesting design detail… the side where a swatch got cut out. 🥰 Lol!

    silly saturday

    Walking to the library . . .

    If that lamp post and the trees are straight, what does that mean for the sidewalk?

    On the other hand . . .

    . . . if the sidewalk is fairly level, the trees and lamp post are definitely leaning.

    Is it any wonder I feel a bit weird once I arrive?

    Perhaps if I just concentrated on the ground  . . . but that’s rather boring.

    Joining Sandra over at Wild Daffodil.

    thanksgiving

    Letter From New York by Helene Hanff, author of 84, Charing Cross Road

    For once it has been decently cool down here in the southern portions, and actually feels like Autumn.

    And thus, after a hectic beginning of the month, we’ve progressed to the fourth Thursday of November which is traditionally Thanksgiving here in America.

    My thoughts have gone to Helene Hanff’s description of the holiday as written for the BBC Women’s Hour audience of 1978, and kept for us to enjoy in her 1992 volume, Letters From New York, BBC Women’s Hour Broadcasts.

    November, 1978 . . .

    “Before the days of James the First, a group of English farmers disagreed with the Church of England. “They will conform,” said King James, “or I will harry them out of the kingdom.” They didn’t conform, and he harried them out… They got on a ship called the Mayflower and sailed to the New World, and landed at Plymouth, Massachusetts, and established a colony. And since they called themselves “pilgrims” they became known to American history as the Pilgrim Fathers…

    “What happened was: the Pilgrims were befriended by the native Americans—the Indians—who taught them how to fertilize the land with eels, how to grow Indian corn and eat it off the cob,

    New York City’s finest (Ceremonial division) in the parade rather than walking the beat. Rest assured there were plenty on duty amongst the crowds. I get misty over these guys because 9/11 always comes to mind.

    and how to cook and eat an American bird called a turkey. And the next autumn, when the Pilgrims reaped a bountiful harvest, they invited the Indians to a feast where everybody gave thanks to God for the harvest. That feast was the first American Thanksgiving…

    “What makes New York’s Thanksgiving unique is the Macy Parade, which has been hauling parents out of bed on Thanksgiving Day for fifty-five years.

    (Note: Today is the 92nd parade.)

    “The parade features helium-filled balloon likenesses of cartoon characters each as tall as a six- or seven-story building.

    (Note: In between the balloons are high school bands and flag wavers and floats from across the country. There was a balloon missing, but as it was windy and below freezing, perhaps they decided a Florida golf course was a better place for someone in a diaper. 😉)

    “Americans across the country are determined to get home for Thanksgiving, our quintessential family holiday, more so even than Christmas, since it embraces all religions and recalls the Dissenters’ faith on which this country was founded.”

    His Good Self (Santa) always ends the parade at high noon. (The snow was fake, but the 26℉ wasn’t.)

    Hope everyone, everywhere, is giving thanks for this day, and enjoying it.

                               🍂 🦃 🦃 🦃 🍂