Morning friends. This morning finds us in Tallahassee. Mr MW is making an oral argument at the Florida Supreme Court this morning. He has done this twice before. The first time Annie and I were in the courtroom. The second time we watched him on the computer via the live feed from the courthouse. We will watch him on the computer this morning. If you'd like to watch go here http://www.wfsu.org/gavel2gavel/live.php...at 9:00 am.
Tallahassee is quiet this week...the legislature is on break. There were, however, hundreds of police officers here when arrived on Sunday. They are the Honor Guards from all over the state. Monday morning we watched from our hotel window as unit, after unit, marched down the main street to the Capitol in memory of all the fallen officers in the state. It was impressive and sad. We could hear the bagpipes even with windows closed. The pictures were taken through the window so they are not very clear.
Margaret from Days of a Sampler Lover http://daysofasamplerlover.blogspot.com/ nominated me for a blogging award. Thank you, Margaret. I have followed "some" of the guidelines.
The guidelines are: Thank the blogger who nominated you and link back to their blog, state seven facts about yourself, and then list ten blogs for the award and link to them.
Here are seven facts about me.
1. I've been to Iceland.
2. I have a Pht...Putting Husband Through. When Mr. MW graduated from law school the spouses of the graduates were given diplomas...Pht's...that look just like diplomas...signed by the dean and stamped with the school seal. My mother-in-law had mine framed for me when she framed my husband's J.D.
3. My real name is Roberta, but no one ever called me that but the nuns in school.
4. I once slugged a nun. I broke my arm at recess in the first grade. My mother was volunteering in the lunchroom that day, and I was trying to get to her. As I walked through the playground crying the nun on duty tried to stop me...so I slugged her...with my good arm. Mea culpa.
5. I am a fourth generation Elizabeth...middle name. My daughter is the fifth generation.
6. In the seventh grade, I taught a nun how to flutter her eyelashes really fast, and she taught me how to whistle with two fingers.
7. I know a lot of nuns.
Annie and I visited the Tallahassee Nursery yesterday...one of our favorite spots. We picked up a few pretties to take home...
a ladyslipper, a peperomia and a heat resistant lavender.
Leaving for home right after court. Hope all is well with you.
Enjoy the day,
***I just checked after publishing and the links are not working. I don't know why. Sorry, I tried.
I made a new ruffle for my window for the summer months. It is a ticking runner from Home Goods. A few rows of stitching along the side and it becomes a valance....simple! I like to do this because the sides and the hem are already finished.
One of my favorite dolls is this sweet little girl by Angela Hillstrom...Of Cloth and Hand. She has the dearest face and is the perfect size for my window.
Red and gold stone fruit apples in an early black compote.
I picked the beautiful red rose from my yard yesterday. My Don Juan rosebush has given us these beauties for years and years. The aroma is marvelous!
A little red, a sweet dolly and a beautiful rose are sharing space in my window this month.
Thank you to those who sent well wishes on my last post. It's always a good day when friends stop by!
Hello friends. I've been on a short hiatus from blogging. I have been stitching a bit. The fellow above is something I drew out and stitched one morning. Since then I have been stitching away.
I'm a fan of whipping the edges rather than the blanket stitch. It is easy and relaxing, and gives the piece a simpler look. I've read about others who use this means of finishing as well. I am just unable to master the blanket stitch!
For me, hand sewing is very calming. It's portable and I don't have to fret about following a pattern. Lately, I've been battling a few auto-immune issues, and pulling my needle through wool or linen is the best medicine.
A wonderful new book was just released. It is a visual feast! My copy arrived a few days ago and I have not put it down.
"Black Dolls from the collection of Deborah Neff"
Edited by Frank Maresca
Published by Radius Books
The book is full of glorious photos of these magnificent creations. Humble and beautiful, the collection makes my heart sing. Vintage photos of children and their dolls, as well as essays that give a bit of the history behind these lovingly sewn beauties, make this book a true prize.
Good Morning, friends! I hope you all enjoyed your Easter...with family and friends.
I thought I'd share with you a wonderful experience our family had on Friday evening.
Christians celebrated Good Friday, and this year it coincided with the first night of Passover. We were invited to a seder meal to celebrate Passover with some dear friends. Neither my husband, nor I had ever been to a seder. We prepped Annie a bit, but she is a trooper, and was so excited to see many of her good friends.
The readings and the variety of foods served as part of the ritual were interesting...and fun. We enjoyed all the symbolism and taking part in such an old tradition. The door was opened for Elijah.
But...what I wanted to tell you about was the group of friends with whom we shared this special meal.
There were nineteen of us. Our host and hostess...an African American police chief (Methodist) and his wife, an attorney...and a Jew. Also at this table, an Indian couple (from India) who are doctors, a gay couple (one being our superb local florist) a Chinese cardiologist, a father and daughter...both professors. Also with us, our very good friends, the wife an Egyptian, who escaped religious persecution (Roman Catholic) in Egypt with her family when she was a child, married to one of my husband's best friends...whose father was a Russian Jew
and whose mother was Mexican. Both he and his wife are Appellate Court judges. The wife's sister and husband were also there...again, an Egyptian Roman Catholic married to a Jew. Three wonderful teenagers...the children from these "mixed" unions. It was a fabulous table of eclectic friends.
I tell you about this table, surrounded by this wonderfully eclectic group, because it moved me to see all these accomplished people, who have all weathered adversity, come together to show their thankfulness for their many blessings. Individuals with their own histories and beliefs, joined together to celebrate. Hopeful for the future, and a physical reminder of what can be when differences are overlooked, an evening of living proof that everyone has a place at the table.
My thoughts this Monday morning..."Let there be peace on Earth, and let it begin with me."
Here is a bit of spring randomness...a little of this and a little of that.
Time to spruce up the urns on my front porch...and the door garden. Don't you love poking around in the dirt after the last blast of cold? Lots of things to do to make things pretty again!
Yesterday, instead of making things pretty outside, I was sorting and moving a few things around inside. I have a few old chests where I store magazines. I pulled these past issues of British Country Living out and flipped through them. I love this magazine!!! It is my favorite! It's like taking a trip to England while sitting on your couch...sipping a cup o' tea, of course.
It features wonderful artisans and their wares. It's pages are full of beautiful landscapes, country homes and farms, scrumptious recipes, gorgeous crafts...just all sorts of wondrous things.
I have been a fan for years, and have many years worth of issues that I cannot part with, and still pull out from time to time. Every issue is a keeper.
I've decided to hook the borders of Libby Bert. The top I'm hooking as it is draw, but I might make some changes to the bottom. Who knows?