A little easter mistake

I was frying up some delicious, peach flavored eggies the other day:



Three for Matthew:



And three...for me:



Oh no! this doesn't look quite right:





These three eggs must have sat in the nest for too long:



That's okay. Fried Chicken tastes good too:

My new little hoot

My very last Christmas present of the season finally arrived about a week ago. She was delayed several times on her bumpy journey from Fong's Studio in Malaysia but determinedly she flew on until she made her way to her new home, my home. This sweet and darling little Hoot pillow was a Christmas gift from good friends, Matt and Christy. I just can't squeeze the dear thing tight enough. I love it and think that it really brightens up my chair, adds a bit of color. I assure you, five pillow on my little chair just aren't enough. I won't be satisfied until I'm only able to sit on the very tippity edge of the chair because the rest of the seat is covered with adorable pillows.



I will admit, I'm rather tempted to purchase another one of these baby Hoot pillows so that my little hoot doesn't get lonely. Of course, she has so very many owls to keep her company that perhaps it would be a bit redundant to add another to the flock. I'll just be satisfied with my one little pink owl pillow.

tiny pink love bugs

These little sweet love bugs crossed my path the other day and I just thought I'd post them for all to enjoy! Just in time for Valentine's Day! =)

It's a beautiful day for single love bugs to go out and about for a walk.


"Hey, Cutie! I'd like to meet you."


"You seem Nice"


"It's okay, I'm a love bug, not a bed bug. I don't Bite!"


"Well, you are awfully sweet"


"Let's be little valentines!"


Just a silly little valentine story.

And, a big thanks to the props!

Cutie Robot Pillow

During my visit home in November, I found a darling Robot print fabric at a tiny quilting store in Ashland. I just knew I had to have this fabric; I would worry about what to make with it later. The problem of what to do with it was, of course, quickly solved when I remembered that the only things I can sew are aprons and pillows. I knew Matthew wouldn't be too likely to wear an Apron(at least not the style I'd sew with ruffles and RicRac), so I chose the only other option.



As usual, with any of my sewing projects(I should be honest and just call them like they are - messes), I had grand and fantastic visions for this humble little pillow, and not a one of them came to fruition. By the finish, I ended up with an extremely basic and simple pillow, despite several restarts and too many hours of planning(the most misguided of my sewing "career").



Someday, perhaps I'll take the entire thing apart and turn it into a truly worthy pillow, but until then, we'll just feel cheered by the tiny Robots and Robot doggies in the pattern. So Cute!

Gardening-my nemesis

Everyday, upon leaving and returning home, I cringe and turn a blind eye to my tiny, potted garden. My little plants, in all their myriad colors (grey, two-toned grey and green, brown and green) lay the thickest guilt trip anybody could ever endure.



My one shining success is actually no success of mine, but rather just a very hardy little pepper plant who, after being dried up into a sad little stalk, eventually pulled out and thrown away, must have left behind a little seed, something to carry on his legacy. I mixed in the old pepper plant's soil with some other soils and used it to replant my recent string of tragic little plant creatures. The little seed just magically started to grow(I say magically because the thyme that it shares a pot with, can hardly keep himself alive). Now I have a full pepper plant on my hands with real, live peppers growing on it. Now the real trick is to see if they will turn red or just shrivel up and die, like most of my other plants.

Note: and yes, I know the photos look identical, but they aren't. If one looks very closely, variations are noticeable =)

Burn's Night Celebration

Last night was Burns Night, an evening to celebrate by consuming large quantities of Scotch along with a dinner of Haggis and Tatties and Neeps. We invited a few friends over to drink with us, read Robert Burns' poetry and toast to his memory. It was a lot of fun. Admittedly, we didn't manage to drink the entire bottle of scotch(which we'd expected to do), but we did get a pretty good handle on it, considering that the bottle was untouched before the start of our Burns Supper.



After traveling to Scotland and eating several versions of Haggis, Matthew and I developed a real appreciation for this hearty dish. We had hoped to find a really good Haggis to share with our friends; alas, we only found a mediocre one which adequately served it's symbolic purpose. Actually, we ate most of the Haggis and I'll eat the rest of it with the left over Tatties and Neeps for lunch tomorrow. Yum!

All in all, Burns Night was great fun!

A little fresh snow

As Matthew and I were preparing to drive to Sacramento, this is what we looked out of the window and saw, beautiful, new snow. I couldn't help but snap a few photos before we took off down the freeway in this lovely little blizzard.


Pretty little creatures