How to Drink, Victoria Moore describes the hot toddy as "the vitamin C for health, the honey to soothe, the alcohol to numb". The midwest winds are blowing chilly this weekend so it is time to get our hot toddy groove on.
I have been enjoying this book on the urban moonshine movement lately paired up with some yummy Apple Pie moonshine from Ole Smoky. Makes for a good hot toddy. Blackberry is next on the list. Put it in a mason jar and I am there. Clever marketing folks- you have my number.
Stay warm friends, time for a little night cap and some knitting!
A pretty amazing yarn bomb artist HOT TEA came to visit the boys school today. Reason #762 of why we love this little art school that we have chosen for the boys. How many opportunites do you have for this kind of diverse hands on art experience? And yarn bombing- yep, I am all over that!
Silas promptly came home and asked to have some yarn and the knitting tower- that is the beauty and affect of today. Once he is done we will find a place of his choice to yarn bomb and leave his mark of yarn art. Big thanks to our town, our school, and the people with the vision to shart this art. If you would like to learn more about this amazing artist click here.
Faithful knitting project that has traveled to Kansas, soccer practices, games, work lunch breaks- you are finally done! I probably should be better with doing a gauge swatch as these "leg warmers" are now my arm warmers but I am pretty thrilled with these.
I splurged and used Liberty Wool for these and really enjoyed the color way. Lots of tiny stitches and a full 19 inches each warmer. Now it is time for serious kick it in holiday making. I would like to share more, but I don't want to give away my plan as of yet lest my loving family members spy their gifties!
Next set of leg warmers I am going for a bulky yarn to whip out much faster! Have a happy Saturday my friends!
Sitting this morning with a cup of tea, a sink full of breakfast dishes to do and watching the leaves fall from our neighbors tree. There are soccer balls and my boys and some friends playing outside and I got the moment to upload the Halloween and Day of the Dead photos. The phrase that keeps coming to mind to just remember. Remember this time. It is kind of this odd juxtiposition between this fantastic joy that Halloween brings the boys and me. I love the smells in the air, the pumpkins, the decorations. They love dressing up and of course the candy. They are rapidly growing up. They requested to head out alone this year with one of their buddies.
Pair that up with our desire to continue to incorporate remembering our ancestors during this time of year- young and growing- passed away and remembered. Maybe that is why I enjoying having that day all to myself with no work constraints. Just me being in the moment with "all" of them!
Spending, saving, and giving. That sums up today pretty well. We walked in our homecoming parade handing out candy. I am truly an unlikely alum for my alma mater even though we have the legacy of the official start of homecoming. But it was still fun to walk in the parade for Silas' school. That was a good way to start the day off giving.
I was able to sneak in a quick little trip into the antique mall and found the perfect fall shawl and a small patchy blanket. I am still working towards knitting up my first shawl but in the meantime this will work just fine. I still can hardly believe when I come across these for just a couple dollars.
I also had a good reminder lesson about what we are trying to teach the boys with their spending, saving, and giving jars. Silas came across this little boo fella that he really wanted. The idea behind their spending jar is that they can spend their money on what they want. Even if it is another little plushie that was made in China. So purchase it he did. The sweetness has been watching him nuture and take care of his little boo today.
That brought us to saving- I have been working hard on saving money and cut back out book budget quite a bit. Thankfully we have an amazing library. You really never can underestimate the fantastic place your library has in your community.
I picked up this YA ghost novella to read this weekend. Ghost stories set in crumbling English houses- yep, I am there. I will let you know after the weekend if it is a keeper. So far, a good read for a lazy fall afternoon.
If you would like to try some giving, spending and saving in your home I am giving away a set of my Monster Tags to one luck winner- just leave a comment here between now and Tuesday at midnight. Bonus entry points for:
More on the chicken drama front- Crookshanks was looking great- her feathers grown back in the gashes from the predator (pretty sure fox) attack that killed her mates. She was looking good, had good energy and we decided we thought it would be good to go ahead and get a few chickens to integrate and help create a new flock.
Arrangements made with another urban farmer to pick up some chickens about her age and we come home to find Crookshanks trapped in a really random place in the run and it looks as though she has been clawed at and attacked again. This time all around her egg flap and her bottom- not good at all for healing and keeping infection out.
Chicken farming- it is been a lesson this past month. We are separating Crookshanks from the new girls with seems ironic since it was her coop and run they were coming into.
I am just a little bit distant with these new chickens. They are not the chickens that we raised from days old chicks, these are not the girls that I got to know. In some way maybe this is all okay- they are my chickens that I desire to have in my life for keeping a food source near our family- our eggs. Maybe this is my lesson in all of this- remember the "they are not pets" mantra.
Give me time, I am sure I will grow fond of these girls too. I am sure that they will have names. In the meantime we are probably going to have to make the hard decision to put down Crookshanks and then re-examine the backyard set up.
Foxes in the middle of town where I live- yep that lovely little secret patch of woods the flanks our house that is pretty unique for living where we do in town also means predators. My neighbor confirmed she has seen a little pack of fox in the neighborhood really early when she heads to work. Dang Hattie- wished we heeded your warnings.
The wind is cooling off and the front stoop is starting to come together for Halloween next week. I am having to restain myself from getting any clay pumpkins this year. I have three to my name and the temptation is great, but having a small house lends itself to no more pumpkins. Our fall and winter traditions of tea and popcorn are in full swing along our reading and storytime after homework.
Ghost stories- love them even though they scare the heck out of me. Not the blood and gore, just good old fashioned ghost story. Books and movies- they have my number. So I found some of our ghostly books for the basket and made the boys a couple "ghost story" coupons for their mailboxes. Maybe when they are older- like adults they can join me in the scary movies, but till then we keep it pretty tame.
I will try and share more of our favorites leading up to Halloween next week. For starters- you guessed it, perhaps my most favorite ghost from my childhood- Gus. Oh how I adore you!
So nine days and counting as my boys reminded me tonight. Time to squeeze in some good reads, costume making, and of course ghost stories! Did I mention Pinterest- of course I have some pins going for our ghostly friends too!
Sometimes I think that autumn is so beautiful and so loved to fool us right before the bitter cold of winter sets in. I went to a much loved little autumn festival in a little town I am destined to retired to some day. It has a emphasis on its heritage.
So there was plenty of apple butter being made, pottery being done, and of course fibers being spun. The boys tagged along with me and my mama and sis. So of course we indulged the boys in some old fashined soda while we did a wine tasting.
Love love love this little town. I passed on the pickled eggs and was wandering from booth to booth until I came to the Grassy Ridge folks. The slogan was Weeds, Wood, and Woolies. I indulged in some Osage dyed wool and a wood crochet hook and ball winder.
Autumn, you can pull the wool over my eyes any ol time!
On the reading list this week is The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane. Yes yes my friends, I know I have read it twice already with the boys but Silas' school started a school wide Read Alond One Read program and so we are in the throws of Edward's journey once more.
I love this one and I am swearing off reading the last chapter lest the book become wet with tears again- it really is one of my favorite books- good choice my sweet little elementary school, good choice.