DIM?

Do it myself? I was on the Anthropologie website (www.anthropologie.com) checking out their knobs since I've been wanting to put new knobs on a couple dressers we have. (Although, with the cheapest ones being $6.00 each, I am not so sure this will be happening soon). ANYWAY- while on the site I came across an adorable hook that I think could easily be made at home.

I have some old silverware that I think I could make this with. I have a hook in my kitchen that I use to hang my aprons on. I imagine it couldn't be too hard to solder (or just super-glue maybe?) the spoons onto it. I think I might do a fork and a spoon instead of two spoons. How CUTE!?

Our First Christmas

Although it was a little anti-climactic, it was very peaceful. Mike went and got the tree and I decorated it with the help of my friends while we baked Christmas cookies. I didnt go out and buy lots of decorations. I decided I want to let our Christmas tree accumulate decorations over the years as gifts or things our kids make. So this year our tree was a little sparse. But I liked it that way. We received a few "Our First Christmas" ornaments, we picked one up in Antigua on our honeymoon, and a few others we happened to have.

The tree

The honeymoon ornament

A "First Christmas" ornament from Jaime. It was a bell and ended up as the tree topper!

A nativity ornament from Sarah. She said I needed to have a "Chreche" which she explained is a nativity scene (she's so knowledgable).

This was from Mike's co-workers at USLI. It is a Lenox "First Christmas" ornament.

This one is from Mrs. Logan :)

For the tree-skirt, I used a quilt I made a few years ago and never finished. It is green, red, white and brown and looked great as a tree skirt. Now that I've found a new purpose for it I doubt I'll ever get around to adding the back and finishing this quilt!
Next are some pictures Ashley, Jaime, Sarah and I in the kitchen making cookies!



Jaime wore her festive attire :)



In the middle of making sugar cookies I realized I didnt have a rolling pin! I cleverly used a tall pasta jar, covered it in flour and used it to roll out the dough. It worked but a rolling pin would have been much better.

Reading

Not having cable has proven to be a means to productivity for me. In the last 2 months I've started a very successful and critically acclaimed blog, cooked more meals than in the previous 25 years combined, re-taken up knitting, began re-learning Spanish and read four great books. Having finished four books is the greatest of all the above accomplishments in my mind considering that the last book I read, The Fountainhead, took nearly 3 years to finish. Granted, it was a rather long and heady novel, but 3 years is embarrassing. I really liked The Fountainhead; despite taking a few years to get through it. I felt very accomplished after finishing the book. I persevered through it and not only finished it but learned about a new philosophy. I wanted to understand the book better so I followed by reading some commentaries on the author, her philosophies and the theme behind her novel.


The past two months, however, have been a hale storm of literary activity for me compared to the last few years. I've read Jane Eyre by Emily Bronte, Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Wolfe, The Hours by Michael Cunningham and The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis. I won't be writing a book report or review of each. I'll just explain how I came to read the last 3.
My sophomore year of college the film The Hours was shown on campus. I went to see it with my roommate and dear friend Miss Sarah Thompson. The story was about Virgina Wolfe writing her novel, Mrs. Dalloway in turn of the century London, Laura Brown who is reading Mrs. Dalloway in 1950's California and Clarissa Vaughn who IS the modern day Mrs. Dalloway; three connected stories in one happening across time and space, very interesting. I found this film captivating and the symphonic soundtrack by Phillip Glass was haunting and moving.
I recently spent an evening with a friend from my church, Kristin Hall, who is a school teacher with a very large personal library. I saw that she had The Hours AND Mrs. Dalloway.


I was very excited to talk to her about the film and the novel which the film is based on, Virginia Wolfe's Mrs. Dalloway. I gladly accepted her offer to borrow both books.
She also had several books by C.S Lewis who is a favorite author of mine. I ended up borrowing The Great Divorce since I had not read it yet. I also wanted to read this book because a certain song lyric had been, and is still, stuck in my head "And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hands, it would pass right through you, so nows your chance, would you fall to pieces in the high countries" and another line "out in the green plains, I am but a ghost" I had heard that the song, "The High Countries" by Caedmon's Call was about C.S Lewis' book The Great Divorce. The more I read the book the more and more I thought of this song and how it really is like an outline of the book.

All the books were excellent and I highly recommend them. Thanks for letting me borrow them Kristin! I'll be returning them soon!

Alright, alright, alright

Alright already I'll post something! Its been over a month since my last post and although I was sick and then it was Christmas time....the show must go on! The fans have spoken (Ellen) and they want more! So, I am posting some pics of a few updates to the apartment. Enjoy!

This is the AWESOME new rug we got from our friend and neighbor and mike's coworker, Pat. He has a very similar styled mat in the back of his SUV that I always comment on. When he found this rug in his basement while he was moving- he decided it belonged to someone who will truly appreciate it. ME!!! Someday I'd like to hang it up with a large wooden rod on a wall, like a tapestry. I love the Moroccan pattern and bold colors, definitely a focal point of the room. Here is another shot of it.

Next up is a photo from our dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Logan Senior. Mike and I invited them over for pulled bbq pork sandwiches, cornbread and garlic butter greenbeans (which were a bit al dente!)

Probably the best part about the evening though, was that we answered the door dressed in our finest and "most expensive" attire.

Tim and Ellen were only slightly underdressed for the occassion. So, Mike and I changed into our street clothes in order to make them feel more comfortable. haha!

In early November, Sarah and Ashley came over. We cooked a meal together and then went to see a screening of a movie my church was showing called "Call and Response"
The meal we made was an apple and dijon mustard chicken dish, cornbread (I make that a lot) and asparagus. We had fun in the kitchen together and the meal was great!

As God as my Witness- I'll Never Chop Onions Again!

In 1992, second grade, I was in Girl Scouts. We were living in Germany at the time and I think it helped the American parents think they were keeping their kids American by having their children in Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts. I only did Girl Scouts for 2 years and I never made it past "Brownie". Come to think of it- I had a couple bad experiences as a Brownie which I'm sure deterred me from signing up the following year. One was being forced to go on a horrific kiddie ride at a German amusement park during our "Browning Outting". (I was afraid of EVERYTHING when I was little). I screamed and cried and made a huge scene on this tiny rollercoaster that didnt get more than 3 feet off the ground. I think I embarassed everyone because all the German people were staring at us.
But the most memorable experience in Brownies was the time we earned our cooking patch. Our troop leader, Mrs. Biamonte, decided we were going to make soup (A bold decision on her part.) As she was assigning each of us 8 year old girls our part I eagerly awaited my duties. I hoped to get something fun and important to do like "add the chicken" or "stirring".
"Kelsey Primus- you'll be chopping onions!"
Okay! Cutting stuff could be fun! We made our way from Mrs. Biamonte's basement den to the kitchen where we all got aprons and were put to work. I was given an onion, a knife and very explicit directions on how not to cut myself (which obviously fell short of being a life long lesson: see- the pot roast)
I went to town on the onions. Peeling off the outer layers, then chopping and dicing. It was fun for a while. With all of us girls in the kitchen it was crowded but cozy, lively and bustling with actvity. Shortly into my duties however, I began squinting and squeezing my eyes shut. Soon the waterworks came. My eyes were tearing up making it hard to see. My eyes were stinging! And it just kept getting worse and worse. It felt like how lemons taste- sour and bitter, but juicy. I had no idea what was happening or why. I went to tell Mrs. Biamonte that something was wrong with me and she said that this is what happens when you chop onions. And that I just had to close my eyes until it passed and keep going. I am sure at some point I tried to wipe my eyes and got onion juice in them. I've since then learned my lesson about that one. YEOWZA! Somehow I managed to earn my cooking patch. I think I should have earned two. None of the other girls cried while making soup.
This story leads me to yesterday's Thanksgiving cooking adventure. Since I am a married adult now I feel inclined to contribute to the dinner like an adult (maybe not so adult that I help out with the dishes yet though). And, I like to cook. So I made a cornbread, apple, sausage stuffing. It's basically a sweet stuffing, almost like bread pudding. Instead of chicken broth I used apple juice. Oh yea, it had onions in it too.
So I embarked on chopping the onions. I braced myself- knowing what was in store. I had 2 dear friends of mine over a few weeks ago for cooking, dinner and a movie. Sarah bravely volunteered to chop the onions. She was tearing up of course and I was struggling to keep my eyes open just being in the same room.
So I dove right in.

and of course- the water works came.

and came...

and then I had a stroke of genius. I put on my sunglasses! I knew their hugeness was good for something practical!

it worked for a little bit. But in the end. I only chopped half an onion. I found in the frozen food section in the grocery store that you can buy pre chopped onions....why everyone doesnt use these, i'll never know.
The stuffing was excellent though! Onions. Who needs em?

Zumba

Some people love to sweat, love the burn, love the way they feel after a run. I don't like any of those things. I love to sleep, love to eat and love the way I feel when I lay down. And even though I don't really look like that is the case- it's true. I completely and utterly take my body, its metabolism and genetics, for granted. I am 100% unmotivated to work out because, in all honesty, I look the same whether I do or not. Some people argue "but you just feel so much better when you exercise regularly......" but I just say to myself "yea. sure. whatever you need to tell yourself to get you to the gym"
I know that being physically fit is more than just about looking good, its about being heart healthy, strong and robust for life. But, for some reason, that just hasn't been much of a priority to me, it still isn't. Why do I need to be able to run far? In case someone is chasing me? Why do I need to be able to lift 50 lbs? In case I'm trapped under something heavy? Why do I need to be able to touch my toes? Is there a special treat down there for me? No. I've tried just about everything to make exercising fun or at least important to me so I stay motivated. But in the end, its slippers over sneakers.
The funny thing is though, when I go out dancing with my friends I get really sweaty and I have an awesome time. And it's not because of the a-a-a-a-alcohol (that was for you Mr. Tim), it's because I love dancing and I'm not embarrassed to throw myself around on the dance floor. I am jumping and shaking and flailing and kicking and bouncing and pumping all night long. The next day I am sore all over and laugh about how fun it was.
Almost a year ago I heard of this thing called Zumba. A friend of mine brought her Zumba DVDs to our annual new year's eve weekend but the cabin's DVD player was broken so we didn't do it. She kept going on about how its a fun Latin dance workout. Now, I LOVE all things Latino (more on that in a future blog post I'm sure). Then, for some reason within the last month it's crept back into my mind. On Thursday I looked up where there might be a class nearby just to try out. On Friday, I was in a class.
The hour went by in a flash (I even stayed an extra 15 minutes just because I WANTED to work out LONGER!). The music was loud and fun (M.I.A) and the moves were easy but cool. But above all it was enjoyable, I was sweaty after class, sore the next day AND I want to do it again! Ladies and gentlemen, I think I've found a winner!
Zumba is a Latin-fusion-cardio-dance workout. It's fun, fast, and freakin' awesome. Cant wait for next week's class where we are learning the Paso Doble...I think that's what the Brazillian instructor said, she's a little hard to understand.

Nesting

I bounce back and forth between two moods of shopping 1) clothes 2) home. I remember when I was young and my mom would take me to the store and we'd inevitably end up looking at curtains- I hated it and could care less. But my mom always said "you just wait until you have your own home missy, you'll be looking at all this stuff". Dear Mom, lets go curtain shopping; and furniture and wall hanging and area rug and patio and...... do all those things that Mike likes to refer to as "nesting".
This weekend I have some lofty nesting goals. There is a piece of furniture in Mike's old bedroom I want to bring over to the apartment. It's a little dresser made by his grandfather. I'll post pictures when it's all set up. I also want to frame some family heirloom pillowcases that are embroidered and put more things up on the walls. I've got some ideas brewing thanks to inspiration from realsimple.com and marthastewart.com
Hopefully I'll have some fun photos for my two followers to look at after the weekend! Hey guys!
ps- check out this bed. isn't it neat!?