Friday, September 28, 2012

You Can't Be Everywhere at Once

Or Can You?
Does anyone remember this movie?
My girls loved it! 
They can quote many parts word for word.

Michael Keaton,
I think that the character's name was Doug,
finds that he has too many places to be
has himself cloned.
Funny movie
interesting concept.
The only problem
is that each clone
gets a little
quirkier and dumber.

where am I going with all this?

Here are my options for this weekend.

My daughter's SIL's wedding.
Gracelyn and Garren
flower girl
and ringbearer.

It is clean-up weekend
Conneaut Lake Park.
My Dad is going without me.

It is ladies camp/crafting weekend
the quilt show
at Chautauqua
My mom is going without me.

Tyler has a game,
I have a magazine deadline.
Stay at home weekend.

I am going to the wedding, of course.

But which event
should I send this guy to?

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Price tags

I can't claim this as my own,
I am pretty sure it came from
Marie's Country Woodcrafts
Go check her out,
she is a wonderful painter
has the greatest patterns to sell!

Pricing and marking
drives me crazy.
I would much rather be creating.
But, here is a little tip.
Print your tags on the computer,
regular card stock works great.
Leave a blank area on the bottom. 
Cut them in strips,

Take the thread out of your sewing machine...
and sew along the top edge of the blank area.
It makes a nice perforated edge
on your tag
for your price.
If the person is buying your item for a gift,
they can simply tear off the bottom
and leave all of your information
on the tag.
It not only allows the receiver of the gift to
know that it was handmade,
but it leaves all of your information
for future sales!
I know these pics are backwards,
not enough coffee consumption
yet this morning.

And one more finished project.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Weekend with the Boys

This leaf was on the mini golf course Saturday,
thought it looked cool with the water spots.

Friday morning started with dropping Gracelyn at school,
and returning Garren to his mother,
then off to town to pick up my
Really who cares if it is a four
and the five is out?
Not me,
when it is free.

When I got back to work,
John had bought
10 cases of tomatoes
at the auction!

That's right, folks,

Not bad if you don't have a
seven year old
five year old
arriving at
5 for the weekend.

here they are on Friday night..
Seventy two quarts of sauce.

I can't take any credit.
JWS did this on his own.

This is a photo of the boys
Saturday AM.
That was before my coffee,
Saturday morning.

Saturday moved on to a rainy soccer game.

Then off to Farmer's Inn,
to hit a bucket of balls
do a little miniature golfing,

check out and feed some animals.

a fire
some hot tub time.

Perfect for a fall day.

Shawnee found a new shopping place
I found these two stands there.
The chair was a
Thursday purchase.

This has been sitting,
partially finished in my painting room,
finally it is done!
Finished this last week and it is delivered.

I am ready for the recliner...
or bed!
or back to work to get some rest!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Why Women Nag

Before you think I have some major revelation
I am just telling you one incident.

I have had lots,
but this one could have had some scary consequences.

My MIL has been wanting new carpet for her bathroom.
She has been "wanting" it for awhile.
Hers was "powdery."

Having lived in a house where the carpet was burned
in the living room
from where the previous owner
had started his Harley,
(another story, another time )
I wasn't totally sympathetic
Plus, it's a tiny little bathroom
I could not imagine what they would charge to
come out here in the sticks
to do a tiny, little,

JWS and I tried to talk her into tile.
We lay tile,
we have all the tools,
can be easily cleaned off of tiles.

You would have thought that we suggested
making the floor
bed of nails
hot coals
broken glass.

There is no other way to describe it.
I have done it myself,
just not for

Mine has been saved for the big ones...
The brakes on my car are spongy....
The toilet is not flushing right..
There is a terrible smell in the basement...

You  know,
the big ones.

she finally called the carpet people
yesterday they came out and ripped up the carpet.
She was at dialysis.
The carpet guy came to the shop
fifteen minutes later.
The floor around the commode was bad
and he could not lay the carpet.
He left and
Jenn and I raced up to see the issue

The commode was ready to drop through the floor!
there was a huge hole the whole way around the commode.
We shook it and it moved a good
4 - 5 inches.

She was one small little case of irregularity
total disaster!

So, while it is good that she nagged about the carpet...
did she not think
Rocking Toilet

I got two special orders done last night.
Sure love getting things off the list.
Can't show them
until the people get them.
They are personalized.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Weekend Finishes

Still cramming for the open house....
Every year, I think I will start earlier.
Yeah, right!

Found this cute idea on Pinterest.
The discs are painted with chalkboard paint.
Perfect pricing for all the little stuff!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Limiting Loved Ones

I really try hard to be more tolerant of people
human nature
as I get older.
Some days just push my resolve a little more.
Yesterday was one of them.
My Dad was having gall bladder surgery
in Ohio.
JWS offered to go with me.

JWS' morning routine
is that I bring him coffee
in bed
at 6:30.
Ninety percent of his mornings start that way.
He watches the news and wakes up.
I shut the bedroom door and try to be quiet
while I have already usually been up for two hours,
walked three miles,
painted something
or cleaned out a cupboard,
updated my blog,

Well anyway,
I am a morning person,
he is not.

So this is how yesterday went.
Up at 3:30,
both of us.
Out the door at
4:40 AM.
Twelve miles away,
drop stuff at Shawnee's,
pick up stuff at Shawnee's
to take to my Mom.
(Wedding stuff...believe me, another whole post for another time.)
It was all left in her car, so no one was awakened.
I notice JWS shifting
not talking.
But it is morning and I know to leave him alone.
He is driving faster and faster
and he pulls into to Sheetz
through clenched teeth hisses,
"Go in there and get my Tums and bring them out,
get two packs, throw one on the counter
and bring the other pack out to me
then go back and pay for them."
Alrighty then!
So I do that.
Now anyone who has ever been to a Sheetz at Five AM
would know
that a blonde 50ish woman
with nice clothes
and jewelry
is going to stand out
But then, when you make a rushing scene
of running in,
stealing Tums
and running out,
when you are
1.) The only woman in the place
2.) The only person in there NOT in a camo hat.
everyone is looking.
I throw the Tums at JWS,
who is not looking good,
and go back and pay for them
go back out to find him holding his chest,
walking around in the car wash
saying not nice words.
OK people it is 5 AM!!!
Finally we determine
that it is not
and he sits back down in the driver seat.
Still standing outside the car,
I gently tell him,
"OK, if there is any chance that this might still be  
I would prefer to not go with you...

So, foggy, detours,
city driving
97 miles
two hours later,
we arrive at the hospital.
JWS' pain has lessened
now he is sick from my driving.

Skip to 9:15,
Dad is going down to surgery
we are to wait
in the family waiting room.
This is the third time
Mom and I have spent the day in this waiting room
in the last three weeks.
This is the third time that this similar event has happened.
This is JWS' first experience.
The waiting room is really nice,
large television,
a nice volunteer to help you,
kitchen with complimentary coffee,
table and chairs,
I am sure that you have all been in them.
Small groups (2-3 people)
waiting for their loved ones to come out of surgery.
And then it happens.
TWELVE adult and two toddler loved ones arrive
for one loved one
that is having surgery.
Complete with
twelve one liter bottles of pop,
twelve take-out bags of fast food,
five large shopping bags of bag snacks.
One of the twelve immediately
gets the remote for the tv,
adjusts the channel
and turns it up
to a higher decibel level
than all their voices.
Several of the twelve
drain the complimentary coffee pot
start to systematically
try to empty the two vending machines.
Mom and I sit there calmly,
we have seen it all before.
JWS is staring in bewilderment,
I text my mom,
"Now JWS is about to get the true experience"
and we laugh and watch it happen.
He begins to sweat.
We are there from 9:30 until 2:30
and in that time,
this family
hit the cafeteria
for take out,
ate all the bag snacks that they brought,
drank all the pop,
answered their loud ring tone cell phones,
played games on cell phones
without the sound turned down,
loudly laughed and hooted
over daytime sit-coms,
and were generally rude and disruptive.
The final straw came
when the volunteer finally told them
that they would have to take the
screaming toddler out of there.
The mother,
who apparently thought we had complained,
kept stomping right by where we were sitting
loudly proclaiming
"It's a baby, can't ANYONE understand that?"
The next stomp,
less than a minute later,
(I should have shown her the pic of the six I have at that point)
The stomps and rants continued
and still I kept quiet.
I mean we were outnumbered
four to one,
if you don't count the babies.
And after all, they were sugared and carbed up
and we hadn't had anything to eat all day.
The odds were not in our favor
for a rumble.

I have to admit,
while I was glad to see my Dad
come out of surgery,
I was more relieved to be leaving that waiting room.

And the moral of the story:
Loved ones should be limited,
at least in hospital waiting rooms.

And the question to ponder:
Who has that many loved ones
that don't have jobs?

I did get two more scarves finished!

Monday, September 10, 2012

A Bit of History

issued a challenge.

There's a prize
Karen makes the coolest things
so I had to enter.

The challenge?
A post of how you came up with your blog name
when you started blogging.

My name goes back
Back to the 80's
when I opened a shop.
I taught (tole) painting classes
had a gift shop (treasures)
for years!
The sign above,
now stored in the attic of the garage
is all that is left of the shop.
My dad built and carved it.
I painted it.
I could not part with it.

When I started blogging,
soon four years ago
November 3rd
the natural name for it was

Now for the reason to start blogging?
I thought it would be a great way of keeping track of what I made.
Everyone seemed to have these great photos of their things
and I had nothing.

I never thought it would turn into a family diary.
It is now a joke to see
"who makes the blog"

It also has opened doors to some great new friendships
is therapy
for me to get the events recorded and realize
that they happen to other people also.

It has been fun to share craft projects and tutorials
for me at least,
even more fun when they show up on
I mean after all,
I put them out there to be used!

I love that people follow along,
love to get comments
think it is funny when people see me somewhere and start
laughing about something they have

So that's it
soon four years of life recorded.
Wish I would have started sooner!