tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254952792008-05-13T17:03:28.320-04:00juliereejuliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-14880019143042879222008-02-25T21:26:00.003-05:002008-02-25T21:51:31.091-05:00crafters for Obama FLAIR!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cafepress.com/julieree"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R8N9yHti-fI/AAAAAAAAApc/fCEdsXTCGfM/s400/craftersforobama_gear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171115097168476658" border="0" /></a><br />A couple people mentioned they might like to have Crafters for Obama gear. Your wish is my command.<br /><br />I set up a <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/julieree">Cafepress shop</a> where you can get t-shirts and buttons. 20% of the selling price of each item will go directly to support the Obama campaign (I am not taking any profit, though of course Cafepress does) You can also get t-shirts, bumper stickers, buttons and all kinds of official goodies from the <a href="http://store.barackobama.com/">Obama Store</a>. A lot of their stuff has been backordered in the past couple weeks, but they do seem to be getting more inventory in. I now have one Crafters for Obama t-shirt and one official Obama '08 t-shirt. Both are excellent conversation-starters. ;)<br /><br />Thanks for all the nice comments about the gray dress. The tights + boots suggestion is excellent. Wearing it over skinny jeans, ditto. Definitely sounds doable. xo.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-46657018570573466962008-02-14T21:36:00.004-05:002008-02-14T22:25:28.904-05:00gray from the runway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R7UEOnti-dI/AAAAAAAAApM/5XV-yT-tMFQ/s1600-h/graydress_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R7UEOnti-dI/AAAAAAAAApM/5XV-yT-tMFQ/s400/graydress_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167040796702210514" border="0" /></a>Thumbs up on the <a href="http://www.simplicity.com/index.cfm?crit=1065&id=1127&StartRow=1">Project Runway patterns</a>. This one is pattern 3507 and is actually a junior pattern (though the sizing goes all the way up to Junior size 25/26 so those of us who like to dress like teenagers but no longer actually qualify as such are in luck). <br /><br />This is actually a <span style="font-style: italic;">practice</span> dress. I bought the pattern for Twin, as well as a cheery tropical cotton print for the dress. Twin thought it would be wise to practice with a less special fabric to make sure we like the cut of the dress. So wise is Twin. I picked this lovely gray and I really like the minimalist feel. We both think that the sleeves are a little poofy. Twin's dress might have the alternate sleeve in the pattern...the debate is still out on that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R7UEO3ti-eI/AAAAAAAAApU/KPrY26787Ds/s1600-h/graydress_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R7UEO3ti-eI/AAAAAAAAApU/KPrY26787Ds/s400/graydress_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167040800997177826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Let's see, tips for anyone who makes this pattern:<br /><ul><li>Measure and mark your pintucks carefully or else they won't line up at the sleeve seams. Mine don't. But then, you can't really tell, so maybe it's not a big deal unless you are really a perfectionist. It kind of bothers me.</li><li>Baste down the flaps on your pressed seams when you make the casing for the elastic. I always forget this step and the stupid safety pin gets stuck at the seam every single time. There is much less cursing involved if you baste down the edges.</li></ul><br />That's about all I can think of. It's a pretty straightforward pattern. People ask me sometimes if I actually wear the clothes I make. Umm...not very often. Most of them are sightly wonky or don't fit quite right or are kind of fugly when they are actually on my body. For instance, this one is a bit short. I realize this is the fashion. And anyone who knows me will tell you that I am a <span style="font-style: italic;">very hip person</span>. Unfortunately I also have an irrational fear of people seeing my bum. Or really anything above my knees.<br /><br />So I'm not sure how much wear I will get out of this dress. It may hang in my closet alongside some of the other clothes I have made but never wear. But I distinctly feel that there is going to be a breakthrough very soon when my homemade clothes will suddenly start being just right. Right fit, right patterns, right fabrics. All converging to make clothes that are just right and uniquely me.<br /><br />Well, maybe some of them will be, anyway. And until then, I'll just enjoy the making and sewing, which is really what it's all about for me anyway.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-83577340434503788502008-01-31T18:51:00.000-05:002008-01-31T22:34:13.735-05:00join me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/outreach/view/main/craftersforobama"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6JmoG97u2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/FqEQp631wCo/s400/craftersforobama_2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161800962171190114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Indulge my rambling off-topic for a few minutes, as I talk about politics [gasp!].<br /><br />In a family of political junkies, I have always been the one to sit mute at the dining room table when political arguments are being waged around me. To my mind, politics was murky and mucky, a mean nasty ugly mess that I steered well clear of.<br /><br />Cynical, disenchanted, lazy. I have been all of these things, to the discredit both of me and the political environment of the era that I grew up in. I honestly have never believed that the issues that I care about would be properly addressed in the political arena, and I found the antagonism and finger-pointing of political debate abhorrent.<br /><br />But this year I have great reason to hope. And while I think both of the remaining Democratic candidates would be strong leaders and I, as a woman, would love to have a Madam President, I believe that Barack Obama offers the kind of leadership that we need now. A leadership that will inspire us to look past our differences and work together to build the kind of America we want to be.<br /><br />His clear, honest voice calls for unity:<br /><blockquote>We are told that those who differ from us on a few things are different from us on all things; that our problems are the fault of those who don't think like us or look like us or come from where we do. The welfare queen is taking our tax money. The immigrant is taking our jobs. The believer condemns the non-believer as immoral, and the non-believer chides the believer as intolerant.<br /><br />...So let us say that on this day of all days, each of us carries with us the task of changing our hearts and minds. The division, the stereotypes, the scape-goating, the ease with which we blame our plight on others - all of this distracts us from the common challenges we face - war and poverty; injustice and inequality. We can no longer afford to build ourselves up by tearing someone else down. We can no longer afford to traffic in lies or fear or hate. It is the poison that we must purge from our politics; the wall that we must tear down before the hour grows too late.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[from the </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.barackobama.com/2008/01/20/remarks_of_senator_barack_obam_40.php">Jan 20 speech</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> in Atlanta, GA]</span><br /></blockquote><br />Particularly appealing to me has been his call to service:<br /><blockquote>Today, it's easy for us to get caught thinking that there are two different stories at work in our lives. There is the story of our day to day cares and responsibilities. And there is the story of what's happening in the wider world - a story viewed through headlines and websites, a destiny to be shaped by forces beyond our control.<br /><br />I am here today to ask you to reject this notion, and to invite you to take hold of the future of your country. Because your own story and the American story are not separate - they are shared. And they will both be enriched if we stand up together, and answer a new call to service to meet the challenges of our new century.<br /><br />...We need your service, right now, in this moment - our moment - in history. I'm not going to tell you what your role should be; that's for you to discover. But I am going to ask you to play your part; ask you to stand up; ask you to put your foot firmly into the current of history. I am askingyou to change history's course. And if I have the fortune to be your President, decades from now - when the memory of this or that policy has faded, and when the words that we will speak in the next few years are long forgotten - I hope you remember this as a moment when your own story and the American story came together, and history bent once more in the direction of justice.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[from the </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.barackobama.com/2007/12/05/remarks_of_senator_barack_obam_36.php">Dec 5 speech</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> in Mt. Vernon, IA. I encourage you to </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.barackobama.com/2007/12/05/remarks_of_senator_barack_obam_36.php">read the entire speech</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> to learn about his specific plans for increasing the number of Americans involved in service.]</span></blockquote><br />It's about more than policy changes. It's about a sea change in attitude among the American people. He's asking us to step up, pitch in, and work together to transform our country. He has inspired me to think about how I can engage more in my community, how I can serve others, and what role I will play in the future of my country. I am proud to be inspired by him. Imagine what kind of change we might see if he were given the chance to inspire the whole country as President?<br /><br />I invite you to join me in supporting Barack Obama. This crafting community is an extraordinary group of thoughtful, hard-working, strong women. I think his message will resonate with you as it has with me.<br /><br />If you live <a href="http://origin.barackobama.com/feb5statepages/">in a state that is voting on Tuesday</a>, I implore you to get out and vote. Volunteer on the ground to get others out too. And no matter where you live in the country, you can easily <a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/actioncenter">take action</a> through Obama's website. I am planning on volunteering by <a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/content/phonebankinglanding/">phonebanking</a> from my home this weekend, and I hope you'll join me.<br /><br />You can also easily and quickly donate to a fundraising campaign I have set up. My campaign, <a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/outreach/view/main/craftersforobama">Crafters for Obama</a>, has a goal of $2000. <a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/outreach/view/main/craftersforobama">Help me meet this goal</a>. In this month alone, Obama's campaign has received contributions from more than 249,000 people, 90% of whom have contributed less than $100. Help us keep the momentum of this grassroots movement.<br /><br />And when you're ready to support Barack, won't you add the "Crafters for Obama" button to your blog to show your support? It's in the top right column, and I invite you to display it proudly on your blog.<br /><br />I have great reason to hope. Instead of a politics of murk and muck, I see a path, however winding and long it might be, that can lead us toward renewal and hope. I want our country to be on that path.<br /><br />I'd love to hear your opinions too, even if you don't agree with me.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-83727983675327149822008-01-30T21:46:00.000-05:002008-01-30T22:16:05.859-05:00mother blogs: quilted oven mittsHello! I'm still here. In the chill of winter I've actually been doing a lot of crafting, so I'll be trying to post about some of it over the next few days. There's a quilt in progress, and a new embroidery project, and some also clothes-sewing. (Have you seen the new Simplicity line of <a href="http://simplicity.com/index.cfm?crit=1065&id=1127&StartRow=1">Project Runway patterns</a>? I find this very exciting. I've already made a dress. More on that soon.)<br /><br />I asked my mom to do a little guest-blogging because she made us the most incredible oven mitts ever for Christmas. (that sounds a little funny. best. oven. mitts. EVER. But it's true. Trust me.) So without further ado, here's the super-talented marmee:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4cm97uzI/AAAAAAAAAok/vcBiaPRcvSc/s1600-h/mitts_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4cm97uzI/AAAAAAAAAok/vcBiaPRcvSc/s400/mitts_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161468712091106098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I decided on a trip to visit the girls in July that I’d try to make Christmas gifts this year, and at the same time try to learn to machine quilt.<br /><br />I’d bought Harriet Hargrave’s <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heirloom-Machine-Quilting-Comprehensive-Hand-Quilting/dp/1571202366/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1200670501&sr=8-1">Heirloom Machine Quilting</a> and had read it, but I’d never dropped the feed dog on my machine or done anything with a darning foot before.<br /><br />So I thought I would try stitching around the designs on fabric first to see if I could learn in baby steps. Tracing was always a big save for me in art projects – I can copy almost anything!<br /><br />Julie gave me some charming retro kitchen fabric that she’d been saving in her stash, and we picked out a gold cotton for binding. [The cool retro print was purchased from Superbuzzy. Looks like they're out of the blue, but still have it in <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=600">light brown</a>.]<br /><br />The first issue was what batting to use. Julie said she’d seen a reference to insulated batting on some of the blogs she reads, so I dived into Google and came up with <a href="http://www.warmcompany.com/ibpage.html">Insulbright</a>. I used two thicknesses of cotton quilt batting (I bought a crib bat) and then one layer of Insulbright, and used a cotton duck that matched the background for the reverse. It was quite a sandwich.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4c297u0I/AAAAAAAAAos/yt9TrPHMsZE/s1600-h/mitts_close.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4c297u0I/AAAAAAAAAos/yt9TrPHMsZE/s400/mitts_close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161468716386073410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I started sewing on the motifs at the center, working out toward the edges. As my book had suggested, I tried using my fingertips on both sides of the fabric to guide the fabric under the needle to “trace” the design with the sewing machine. At first I went through a ton of thread and made tiny, tiny stitches, but as I continued I was able to push the material faster and gain more confidence that I wasn’t going to fail to follow the pattern.<br /><br />I also cheated (I am old enough to be entitled to cheat, I’ll have you know) because I used a <a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/catalog.jsp?CATID=cat3248&PRODID=prd54393">Daylight lamp with a 5-inch diopter magnifying lens</a>, which I shoved right in front of the needle. It made it a lot easier to see what I was doing.<br /><br />It took a lot of time, but I find any kind of repetitive work like this soothing. We turned up the Big Band/Swing on the house stereo system, and I sat there and quilted. Is it because it’s sort of meditative? I don’t know – but I get a lot of thinking done when I do stuff like this.<br /><br />Plus I really liked the way it turned out.<br /><br />Then it was time to do gifts for everybody else in the family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4bW97uxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/0wSUuV5Nayk/s1600-h/ann_mitts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4bW97uxI/AAAAAAAAAoU/0wSUuV5Nayk/s400/ann_mitts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161468690616269586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For my sister and sister-in-law, I used Moda quilting fabrics – I love the prints and the feel of the fabric. My sis has an elegant Provencal kitchen, so I used this brown paisley print with a smaller companion print on the back, and a third print for the binding. I also made a set for my sister-in-law, using some complementing Moda prints in blue.<br /><br />Now to make some mitts and potholders for me! I’m my toughest client, that’s for sure, and I’ve been looking for something in blue and natural that will go with the <a href="http://www.silestoneusa.com/colors/colors.cfm?ColorID=36">Silestone countertops</a> I got last Christmas. I think Julie found me the right fabric, though – this new <a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl/products/fabricdetail/3652">Williamsburg quilt fabric</a> she saw at PurlSoho’s website. I’ve never been big on birds, but I think I can center my design to focus on the flowers, not the birds. If my local quilt shop ever gets the blue back in stock, that is.<br /><br />In the meantime, the girls gave me a wonderful gift: a machine quilting class, with them, in February. Something to look forward to, for sure!<br /><br />From Julie: The mitts really are amazing. They are perfect in my tiny kitchen. And they are just so perfectly detailed. Now you know where my perfectionism comes from...it runs a bit rampant in our family!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4cG97uyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BEth2C8YdiU/s1600-h/dishtowels.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R6E4cG97uyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/BEth2C8YdiU/s400/dishtowels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161468703501171490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mama, you forgot to mention the great dishtowels you made to match! Yes, that's right. I have matching homemade dishtowel oven-door hangy things. Mom bought a single handtowel, cut it in half, and attached tops and tabs to them. Love.<br /><br />Thanks mama for blogging!! xojuliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-26295071210261753712008-01-01T18:21:00.001-05:002008-01-02T16:56:37.511-05:00brother blogs<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLURlAqkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/OYOMtWfgkuY/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLURlAqkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/OYOMtWfgkuY/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150652673028041282" border="0" /></a>Lest Julie and Twin retain their monopoly on <a href="http://julieree.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-minute-quilt.html">thoughtful handmade gifts</a>, their brother decided to build his girlfriend a jewelry box for Christmas, and Julie was kind enough to ask him to guest-blog about it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLtxlAqmI/AAAAAAAAAms/t5DoOLUw6tk/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLtxlAqmI/AAAAAAAAAms/t5DoOLUw6tk/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150653111114705506" border="0" /></a>The main box is made of cherry and measures 16” wide by 10” deep and about 4 1/2” high. The inside is lined with 1/4”-thick curly maple (a really cool wood with a distinctive figure that’s often used in musical instruments, particularly <a href="http://www.gibson.com/en-us/Divisions/Gibson%20USA/Guitars/LesPaul/Classics/Les%20Paul%20Classic%20Antique/">guitars</a>) that I stained golden yellow to complement the dark red cherry. In the bottom of the box, the lining serves as a shelf for two removable trays, which sit just above (or “proud of” in woodworking-speak) the seam between box and lid. The lid is a simple raised panel with an unassuming 5/16” <a href="http://www.antiquehardware.com/product/02016051/">brass pull</a>.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLyRlAqpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_FY7_34G-GE/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLyRlAqpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_FY7_34G-GE/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150653188424116882" border="0" /></a>The design is largely based on an article from <a href="http://www.taunton.com/finewoodworking/">Fine Woodworking</a>, available <a href="http://www.taunton.com/finewoodworking/ProjectsAndDesign/ProjectsAndDesignPDF.aspx?id=2726">here</a> with a subscription. I omitted several details, most noticeably the 1/8” hand-cut dovetails with mitered corners, which struck me as needlessly over-engineered and impossible for a woodworking mortal to build. (I admit the latter consideration was more important.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLxBlAqnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Rdsgy8fodKo/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rLxBlAqnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Rdsgy8fodKo/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150653166949280370" border="0" /></a>I added a few details of my own: in addition to selecting different lumber, I used <a href="http://www.woodcraft.com/family.aspx?familyid=1043">side rail hinges</a> that screw into the sides of the box and have stays to keep the lid from opening past 95 degrees. They were a pain to install, but they’re much more mechanically stable than the <a href="http://www.antiquehardware.com/product/02015510/">itty-bitty box hinges with positive stops</a> the FW author screwed precariously into the rear edge of his box. It’s simple physics: a box whose lid is attached with a stopped hinge behaves like a lever, so a light push on the top of the open lid produces a much larger force on the hinged joint. The hinges I used will withstand a lot more force before the screws fail or--worse yet--the wood into which they’re secured splinters out.<p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rMAxlAqqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-YzRXSY6Mx4/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rMAxlAqqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-YzRXSY6Mx4/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150653437532220066" border="0" /></a>I also designed dividers for the trays and put fabric-covered foam inserts in the bottom of each compartment, a detail that makes the box a lot more useful and nicer to look at.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rSJRlAqtI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YOu_FoNvgq0/s1600-h/PC170015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rSJRlAqtI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YOu_FoNvgq0/s400/PC170015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150660180630874834" border="0" /></a><br />First, the divided trays: after laying out a sensible arrangement on graph paper, I cut the dividers to length from one-inch wide cherry that I planed to the same thickness as the kerf (i.e., blade width) of my tablesaw (about 1/8”). That way, the horizontal dividers could be interlocked with the vertical ones using notched half-lap joints cut on the tablesaw, which makes them more sturdy and easier to keep square during assembly. (An overview of the basic technique is available <a href="http://woodworking.about.com/od/woodworkingplansdesigns/ss/WineGlassRack_5.htm">here</a>.<span style=""> </span>But one note of caution: the joints should fit tightly, and 1/8” stock is <i style="">very </i>easy to split if you’re not careful putting the pieces together.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rT8hlAquI/AAAAAAAAAns/rb5Jq5NdS-M/s1600-h/PC200050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rT8hlAquI/AAAAAAAAAns/rb5Jq5NdS-M/s400/PC200050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662160610798306" border="0" /></a>I prefinished the components before final assembly and then secured them into the trays with simple yellow glue. This process wasn’t as difficult as it looks, although it did require careful setup and accurate cutting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rT8xlAqvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QP2W8NUQLLQ/s1600-h/PC200051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rT8xlAqvI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QP2W8NUQLLQ/s400/PC200051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662164905765618" border="0" /></a><br />Once the divided trays were built, I set about finding a way to line them with fabric. The technique described below is a variation of the one presented <a href="http://www.taunton.com/finewoodworking/SkillsAndTechniques/SkillsAndTechniquesPDF.aspx?id=26276">here</a>. I settled on faux suede in a shade of green that looked nice with the wood. (I wanted something with a nap, but real suede is purported to tarnish silver and I didn’t think it would be as easy to work with.)<br /><br />So that each compartment would have a cushioned surface, I cut padded inserts out of a product called Darice Foamies, which are 2mm thick foam pads with paper backing, available at Michael’s for around $0.80 per 8 1/2” x 11” sheet.<br /><br />I cut the foam pads just slightly smaller than the compartments, leaving a gap of about 1/32” on all four sides so they’d fit snugly after being covered with fabric.<br /><br />After the foam inserts were cut to size, I retained the services of a sewing / fabric consultant known on this blog as Marmee for instruction on how to create a pattern for cutting the fabric. (The two trays are divided into 28 compartments, but there are only four unique shapes, so making a pattern for each shape saves time).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rVMxlAqxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0WOwX4Refxg/s1600-h/PC200057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rVMxlAqxI/AAAAAAAAAoE/0WOwX4Refxg/s400/PC200057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150663539295300370" border="0" /></a><br />Here’s the basic procedure: first, cut a piece of paper to just under twice the width and about one-and-a-half times the length of a foam insert. Place the foam insert in the center of the paper and trim the corners of the pattern off at 45 degrees, leaving about 1/16” between each corner of the insert and the angled edge of the pattern. The idea is to wrap the fabric around the insert like an envelope so the foam is completely covered and the fabric doesn’t bunch up sloppily at the corners or underneath.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rVNxlAqyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NGGZwkuVPy4/s1600-h/PC200058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rVNxlAqyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NGGZwkuVPy4/s400/PC200058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150663556475169570" border="0" /></a><br />Once all the cutting has been done, assembly is easy: just coat the back of each insert and its fabric cover with spray adhesive, move them to a clean surface, and fold the fabric around the four edges of the foam insert. If you’ve measured and cut everything carefully, the pieces should fit snugly in their compartments and won’t need to be glued in. I didn’t make the inserts permanent because I wasn’t sure how well they’d hold up over time and I wanted them to be removable so they could be replaced easily.<p></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rUmxlAqwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/f-Go8BCCXNg/s1600-h/PC200060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R3rUmxlAqwI/AAAAAAAAAn8/f-Go8BCCXNg/s400/PC200060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150662886460271362" border="0" /></a>From Julie: How cool is my big bro? It's really even more gorgeous in person. I've put in an order for a box of my own, though I don't know when I'll get it... ;) Although the lovely recipient of this jewelry box certainly deserves it, both for putting up with my brother and for being such a sweet person.<br /></div>juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-47962953725464807212007-12-21T16:54:00.000-05:002007-12-21T17:18:31.577-05:00christmas roundupWe are getting ready to hop in the car and head to VA. Yippee! But before we head out, here's a quick roundup of some of our holiday activities. We made a new gingerbread village; it's becoming a bit of a tradition. See our <a href="http://julieree.blogspot.com/2006/12/snowy-village.html">village from last year</a>. This time we wanted a whole town, with a town square. Some of our buildings were more successful than others, but we definitely had a lot of fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2ghlAqYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ywLfIiRKyng/s1600-h/village_all.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2ghlAqYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ywLfIiRKyng/s400/village_all.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548406574950786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2xBlAqeI/AAAAAAAAAls/qYF4fdahqV0/s1600-h/village_townhall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2xBlAqeI/AAAAAAAAAls/qYF4fdahqV0/s400/village_townhall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548690042792418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Town hall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2wxlAqdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dmLRIFUzLlw/s1600-h/village_shoprow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2wxlAqdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dmLRIFUzLlw/s400/village_shoprow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548685747825106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Shops. Grocer in the middle, barber shop on the end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2hBlAqcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/28M57d0iW24/s1600-h/village_shop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2hBlAqcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/28M57d0iW24/s400/village_shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548415164885442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is obviously some kind of posh shop. Dressmakers, maybe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2xBlAqfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/oajPyO01pXc/s1600-h/village_townhouses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2xBlAqfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/oajPyO01pXc/s400/village_townhouses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548690042792434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Townhouses opposite the shops.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2ghlAqZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tmtdoASmWMw/s1600-h/village_church.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2ghlAqZI/AAAAAAAAAlE/tmtdoASmWMw/s400/village_church.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548406574950802" border="0" /></a>Church in the corner of the square. Ice cream cone steeple was a bit tricky.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2gxlAqaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ScLVPvpwoh0/s1600-h/village_jenniehouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2gxlAqaI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ScLVPvpwoh0/s400/village_jenniehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548410869918114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Beyond the square, there is a lake and Twin's estate. Mostly red, of course.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2gxlAqbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YZNKpXwHY4o/s1600-h/village_mintyhouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w2gxlAqbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YZNKpXwHY4o/s400/village_mintyhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146548410869918130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Minty little house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5TRlAqgI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pii3mx4smOM/s1600-h/2007_tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5TRlAqgI/AAAAAAAAAl8/pii3mx4smOM/s400/2007_tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146551477476567554" border="0" /></a><br />We had a live tree this year. We also inherited some great old decorations from our great-aunt including this little angel:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5ThlAqhI/AAAAAAAAAmE/DzobM2TLa54/s1600-h/christmas_angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5ThlAqhI/AAAAAAAAAmE/DzobM2TLa54/s400/christmas_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146551481771534866" border="0" /></a>and these cool glass ornaments:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5ThlAqiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Q0oEVn2Tmjc/s1600-h/retro_ornaments.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5ThlAqiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Q0oEVn2Tmjc/s400/retro_ornaments.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146551481771534882" border="0" /></a>I made a tree skirt for the little tree out of some crazy thrifted pillowcases. I think the whole effect is pretty cool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5TxlAqjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2wI2r1__irQ/s1600-h/tree_skirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R2w5TxlAqjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/2wI2r1__irQ/s400/tree_skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146551486066502194" border="0" /></a>And while I've been sitting here, Twin has gotten the car completely packed and now is tapping her toe. We're off!<br /><br />Wishing everyone a very very very merry Christmas. Lots of peace and joy and a heck of a lot of candy, cookies, and roast beast.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-6361475412711935382007-11-30T19:36:00.000-05:002007-11-30T20:02:52.187-05:00wreath and advent and hello!Sorry for the long blogging absence! I just haven't had the brain space for crafting or blogging lately. Living in a new place, with a new job and new people, I'm finding that different priorities, needs, and plans are filling my head. I don't know yet whether the blog will grind to a halt, or limp along in a sad sort of fashion until it again becomes a larger part of my life, as it used to be. But regardless of the future of my little blog, I do want to say how much I have valued these friendships, and how big a role they have played in my growth, both artistically and personally, over the last couple years. This crafty blogosphere is a really really really really special place (really really). really.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R1CtyPz_iSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nAWoO4_rJtk/s1600-R/wreath_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R1CtyPz_iSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Z8tOqpU-eCo/s400/wreath_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138798253579405602" border="0" /></a>We are slowly getting in the holiday mood around here. Over Thanksgiving, my Mom, sister and I made a new wreath for our front door. We started with a $5 wreath from the craft store and then blingified it. My Mom is the master of wreath blingification, and has made some absolutely beautiful wreaths with fruit, greenery, and other natural kinds of stuff (mostly plastic of course but it looks real). We decided to go a bit less traditional with ours, using glass Christmas balls and candy cane ribbon along with the greenery.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R1Ct0fz_iUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/xai34KExYpY/s1600-R/wreath_making.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R1Ct0fz_iUI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Rz_ZacSPsy8/s400/wreath_making.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138798292234111298" border="0" /></a>Mom melts hot glue nuggets in an electric griddle, and then you just dip and stick. Voila, blingy. The little bird in the middle of the wreath is from the Martha Stewart Kmart tree-trimming section, as are the candy cane ribbon and folksy christmas balls. I put a pretty penny in Martha's pocket that weekend, between her awesome tree decorations at Kmart and her craft stuff at Michaels. She so has my number.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R1Ctzfz_iTI/AAAAAAAAAks/PEiFUryJSHw/s1600-R/wreath_closeup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/R1Ctzfz_iTI/AAAAAAAAAks/_2zcdVdjK7E/s400/wreath_closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138798275054242098" border="0" /></a>This weekend we are going to string popcorn and make tree decorations. We are also going to make a new advent calendar from <a href="http://julieree.blogspot.com/2006/12/counting-down.html">the design I created last year</a>. I don't have any green paper left so I am going to get creative with my Martha Stewart glitter. I am trying not to buy any more craft supplies because it was becoming increasingly obvious that my hobby is no longer <span style="font-style: italic;">crafting</span>; instead it is <span style="font-style: italic;">craft supply-buying</span>. I am a pro at it, I can tell you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RXNCVcr8VKI/AAAAAAAAACE/DD0UA_k8uRM/s400/advent_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RXNCVcr8VKI/AAAAAAAAACE/DD0UA_k8uRM/s400/advent_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>For those of you who might be interested in making one of these advent calendars, I put it together as one PDF that you can download. [<a href="http://www.two-rivers.com/julie/advent_calendar_entire.pdf">DOWNLOAD HERE</a>] It requires some patience with the scissors, but it's not too time-consuming. Print it out on a heavy cover or card stock, and use the little square that's in the corner of the template to stabilize the bottom of the pyramid. Then just attach the ribbon. (Last year I taped the ends of the ribbon inside the pyramid. You could also punch holes in the top of the pyramid) To close the pyramids, I used tape. You can also use glue, if you don't mind ruining the box when you get around to opening it.<br /><br />xoxojuliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-25323010708563746462007-10-07T20:27:00.000-04:002007-10-07T20:40:06.707-04:00you can call me space boy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rwl5jNwoelI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OcnPzQFshpU/s1600-h/spaceboy_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rwl5jNwoelI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OcnPzQFshpU/s400/spaceboy_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118756097379301970" border="0" /></a>Space Boy as superhero. Red cape, check. Ray gun, check. Debonair smirk, check.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rwl5jdwoemI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ewvCyuamW-w/s1600-h/spaceboy_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rwl5jdwoemI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ewvCyuamW-w/s400/spaceboy_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118756101674269282" border="0" /></a>And snazzy Space Boy badge. Ready to save the world, or the nearest damsel in distress...juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-14258277682942998472007-10-04T19:18:00.001-04:002007-10-04T19:24:12.369-04:00note to self<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RwV03NwoekI/AAAAAAAAAkM/3gFiE5UkN1o/s1600-h/note_to_self_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RwV03NwoekI/AAAAAAAAAkM/3gFiE5UkN1o/s400/note_to_self_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117625043511704130" border="0" /></a>juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-6744810413011325832007-09-28T20:45:00.000-04:002007-09-28T21:05:26.260-04:00feet up, weekend time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rv2gTNwoejI/AAAAAAAAAkE/8-5I733WUjE/s1600-h/feet_up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rv2gTNwoejI/AAAAAAAAAkE/8-5I733WUjE/s400/feet_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115421003734350386" border="0" /></a>Happy weekend!<br /><br />btw, have you seen <a href="http://play.blogger.com/">Blogger Play</a>? Strangely addictive. I think I could watch that thing for hours.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-28914046250461438702007-09-27T20:26:00.000-04:002007-09-28T12:06:59.352-04:00letter for my favorite peeps<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvxiPtwoefI/AAAAAAAAAjk/MjbBF44t7ds/s1600-h/chainletter_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvxiPtwoefI/AAAAAAAAAjk/MjbBF44t7ds/s400/chainletter_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115071298907175410" border="0" /></a>Twin and I have two dear friends that we've known since high school, but who live far away in other states now. It is a friendship that effortlessly survives long lapses of time spent apart, and the many miles that separate us. I fully expect it to last decades more. I have come to value this friendship even more in recent years as I have come to the slow realization that adult life can be, well, a little lonely.<br /><br />We're not very good correspondents, and none of us are great phone-talkers. Several years ago, we started a "chain letter." At first we wrote by email, taking turns writing in an attempt to keep each other up-to-date on our lives. About a year ago, we decided to begin using real mail. More fun to get a package in the mail. And three letters in one package from your three best friends is about as good as it gets.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rv0mb9woeiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kY9xVYebg-I/s1600-h/chainletter_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rv0mb9woeiI/AAAAAAAAAj8/kY9xVYebg-I/s400/chainletter_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115287013639617058" /></a></span>We always include little goodies and pretty stationery. I used one of my new <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=6930470">port2port cards</a> for my letter. I added new decorations to the envelope (we re-use the envelope, each adding new decorations as she sends the letter on).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvxiQNwoehI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KHkuelClXr4/s1600-h/stamps.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvxiQNwoehI/AAAAAAAAAj0/KHkuelClXr4/s400/stamps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115071307497110034" border="0" /></a>And check out my new stamps. I usually just get the boring flag stamps, but my Mom had brought me these super cool stamps for the 400th anniversary of Jamestown. And then I was at the post office and I saw a sign for the Tiffany stamps. And then the Jimmy Stewart ones and the Disney ones. And I decided I just had to have them all. Who knows maybe I'll even become a philatelist (which is a word that sounds like it should be followed by an "excuse me").<br /><br />The package is off to Texas (and I have been horribly slow with it this time--sorry guys!!) I think I will send it along its way with a row of Jimmy Stewarts. You can never have too much Jimmy Stewart.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-79904154274067602822007-09-26T19:03:00.000-04:002007-09-26T19:20:34.450-04:00my mama's rolls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvroFdwoeeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/qO2gYWi8Beo/s1600-h/mama_rolls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvroFdwoeeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/qO2gYWi8Beo/s400/mama_rolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114655507418216930" border="0" /></a>Did I say I was going to blog every day this week? I meant everyday <span style="font-style: italic;">except Tuesday</span>. Because Tuesday, though it was not a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, did not have anything particularly to recommend itself and I am very happy to abandon it to the fogs of memory as soon as possible.<br /><br />Wednesday, now wednesday is looking up. Twin had a potluck at work today so we made a batch of my Mom's rolls. These are holiday rolls in our house, and smell like Christmas to me. Buttery and delicate and completely delicious. They are especially good with a very thin layer of country ham inside.<br /><br />In microwave-safe bowl, heat until hot:<br />2 cups milk<br /><br />Add:<br />1 stick (1/2 cup) butter<br />2 tsp salt<br />1/2 cup sugar<br /><br />Let cool until butter has softened.<br /><br />In mixing bowl, combine:<br />4 cups flour<br />3 pkg dry yeast (one strip)<br /><br />Stir in milk mixture and beat for five minutes.<br />Add 4 eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.<br />Add more flour (1/2 to 1 cup) until dough holds together but is still very soft. (It is much gloopier than most bread doughs)<br /><br />Sprinkle 1/2 cup flour over the top, cover, and let rise until doubled in volume.<br />Turn out 1/2 the dough onto a floured board. Pat it into a circle about 1/4 inch thick. Spread 1/2 stick melted butter over the top. Cut into triangles (like a pizza) and roll from the wide end to the tip to form a crescent-shaped roll. The rolls should be the size of a baby's fist. Or a small mouse. (This is not an exact science. Most of mine come out looking like weird, oddly-sized lumps. They still taste good.)<br /><br />Repeat with the other half of the dough.<br />Let rise until puffy.<br />Bake at 400 degrees until golden brown (about 10 minutes).<br /><br />YUMMY!juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-81920273178382360062007-09-24T22:04:00.000-04:002007-09-24T22:09:42.453-04:00new kid in town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rvhs4twoedI/AAAAAAAAAjU/J1pe4wSpIzk/s1600-h/spaceboy_inprogress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rvhs4twoedI/AAAAAAAAAjU/J1pe4wSpIzk/s400/spaceboy_inprogress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113957098491247058" border="0" /></a>Olive is very excited. In fact, she has requested a <a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.com/make-a-long/19.html">new dress</a> for the occasion. In red.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-6412331620036608402007-09-23T18:14:00.000-04:002007-09-23T19:11:31.631-04:00looks like autumn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvbrkdwoebI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Glqw1TctVSU/s1600-h/autumn_bouquet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvbrkdwoebI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Glqw1TctVSU/s400/autumn_bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113533438622202290" border="0" /></a>Our Mom was here for a visit this weekend and we had a lovely time. I am absolutely stuffed. So is my fridge. She made us creamed chicken and biscuits, which is the ultimate comfort food. I was going to take a picture of it, but I thought you might be jealous. I also felt a great need to get it into my mouth as soon as possible. Besides eating, we shopped, went to see <span style="font-style: italic;">Stardust</span> (charming, I thought), and generally had an all-around good time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvbrktwoecI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FSXbFfTf9CQ/s1600-h/autumn_flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RvbrktwoecI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FSXbFfTf9CQ/s400/autumn_flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113533442917169602" border="0" /></a>My flowerpots on the front stoop had gotten completely out of control. Healthy, certainly, but they had grown so big and sprawling it made getting in the front door a bit of a challenge. Mom helped me prune and trim, and we added in a few fall-hardy plants. She made the beautiful bouquet in the top pic with the cuttings.<br /><br />I seem to be emerging from my craft slump thanks to some excellent reading. <a href="http://purlsoho.com/purl/products/booklist/author,1">Joelle Hoverson's new book</a> is gorgeous. I want to make every single project in it. And to help me crawl out of my rather embarrassing blogging slump, I am going to post every day this week. Probably just photos, but it's a start.<br /><br />(And if you ordered cards last week, they're in the mail! Thanks to all who ordered!! There are a few sets left, if anyone is still interested.)juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-25326504163414570882007-09-19T18:50:00.000-04:002007-09-19T19:12:11.197-04:00need some stationery?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/9/9ff/876/il_430xN.7006201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/9/9ff/876/il_430xN.7006201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5068019">SALE OF THE CENTURY</a>*. This is an event that is NOT TO BE MISSED.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/5/58e/5be/il_430xN.6980446.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/5/58e/5be/il_430xN.6980446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, not really. But I have SLASHED PRICES on all the cards in my etsy shop. I have a hankering for some new wall art and so I filled up my etsy shopping cart with lovely things that could be mine. But then I realized that my poor little PayPal account has only $11.01 in it. That will do little to sate my handmadegoodslust.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/0/067/ea2/il_430xN.6306478.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/0/067/ea2/il_430xN.6306478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All card sets that were $10 are now HALF PRICE. Just $5. No joke, dudes. So you'd better get over there and ACT FAST. These fantastic prices just WON'T LAST.<br /><br />;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/6/645/f58/il_430xN.6437261.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.etsy.com/all_images/6/645/f58/il_430xN.6437261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Get the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=5655686">dotty Thank Yous</a>, the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=5655733">lady dolls</a>, the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=5470689">magnolia cards</a>, or the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=5434697">dark blue starry</a> cards.<br /><br />*Some restrictions may apply. The person doing business under the various pseudonyms of <span style="font-style: italic;">Marmee</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">MK</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mama</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mumsy</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">She Who Must Be Obeyed</span> is hereby restricted from further purchase from the juliemarie etsy shop. Complaints will not be entertained from said person. Said person should petition the craftsperson and proprietress for unlimited free goods ad finitum; this privilege being her just and proper due as giver of life and supporter numero uno.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-83099950118588099982007-09-15T12:44:00.000-04:002007-09-15T13:19:18.177-04:00dum de dumTaking it easy over here. Loving late summer. Loving the South. Not doing a lot of crafting, and consequently not blogging much either. (I have trouble blogging when I don't have projects to share. Probably because I rarely feel that my life, though I love it, is particularly interesting to outsiders.) But here's a quick summary of the last few weeks:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO6hIhVTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/02DUpX_nQRQ/s1600-h/blue_silhouette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO6hIhVTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/02DUpX_nQRQ/s400/blue_silhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476075647980850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />1. We spent a lovely weekend camping in the Blue Ridge with our dad. I love these mountains so much, and was happy to learn that the North Carolina part of the range is as beautiful as the Virginia part.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO7BIhVVI/AAAAAAAAAik/IALmzpDE3QA/s1600-h/dad_peeking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO7BIhVVI/AAAAAAAAAik/IALmzpDE3QA/s400/dad_peeking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476084237915474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(My daddy has twinkling eyes, doesn't he?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO6xIhVUI/AAAAAAAAAic/Qh5J_2Egpbo/s1600-h/ccc_bathhouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO6xIhVUI/AAAAAAAAAic/Qh5J_2Egpbo/s400/ccc_bathhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476079942948162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />2. I've read some fantastic books. The great thing about having a <a href="http://jenniesbooklog.blogspot.com/">novel-gobbling sister</a> is that she weeds out the bad ones, and recommends the good ones. Some of my recent favorites have been <a href="http://jenniesbooklog.blogspot.com/2007/08/countess-below-stairs-eva-ibbotson.html">The Countess Below Stairs</a>, <a href="http://jenniesbooklog.blogspot.com/2007/06/mariana-susanna-kearsley.html">Mariana</a>, The Morning Gift, <a href="http://jenniesbooklog.blogspot.com/2006/11/title-venetia-author-georgette-heyer.html">Venetia</a>, and <a href="http://jenniesbooklog.blogspot.com/2006/03/title-here-be-dragons-author-sharon.html">Here Be Dragons</a> (links to Twin's reviews).<br /><br />3. Twin has instituted a new diet and fitness regimen. She is a slavedriver, I tell you. She wants me to eat fruit! And veggies! Like, more than once a day! eeep. We've been biking and walking. Playing tennis. It feels good.<br /><br />4. Have I mentioned my love of professional tennis? I loved the US Open, though the final outcome was pretty predictable. My heart just about broke for my boy Andy, who played with his whole heart and still couldn't find a way to beat that Swiss machine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO7hIhVXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kwI76yO-uuQ/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO7hIhVXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kwI76yO-uuQ/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476092827850098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Did anyone else notice this young man? Juan Martin Del Potro from Argentina. He seemed somewhat familiar, and then I realized where I'd seen him. He's a <a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/Works_of_Art/artworks.asp?ReplicationId=%7B889EA92C-2EFA-4760-8446-2D945B1858A4%7D">Kouros statue</a>, of course, who came to life atop his marble pedestal, walked right out of the Met, and picked up a tennis racket. It really is a shame he decided to put on clothes. Alas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwPLhIhVYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Q_nVc5CM4l0/s1600-h/scarf_jennie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwPLhIhVYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Q_nVc5CM4l0/s400/scarf_jennie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476367705757058" border="0" /></a>5. Slowly crocheting the Shawl that Swallows Time. It is now scarf-sized, and I'm tempted to just stop here. But I will persevere, and I'm sure I will enjoy it when I am 80 years old, which is probably about the time I will finish it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO7RIhVWI/AAAAAAAAAis/iBP4s5gWbtw/s1600-h/pinboard_jennie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RuwO7RIhVWI/AAAAAAAAAis/iBP4s5gWbtw/s400/pinboard_jennie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110476088532882786" border="0" /></a>6. We got Twin's pinboard made and hung over her desk. I love the dark background and the strip of vibrant print.<br /><br />Our long long drought was broken yesterday by a brief and furious thunderstorm, following by a long drizzly soak. Today the weather is fresh and cool, and makes me think autumn might actually be on its way.<br /><br />A wonderful weekend to all!juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-14400280014636366232007-08-23T19:52:00.000-04:002007-08-23T22:53:43.015-04:00for twin—in red, of course<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eVPGXXjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/KQzKmRmqjco/s1600-h/jenniedress_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eVPGXXjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/KQzKmRmqjco/s400/jenniedress_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048778036665906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Twin has patiently been awaiting a red sundress for some time now. She only began tapping her toe last weekend, so I figured I better get on it. The dress is very similar to <a href="http://julieree.blogspot.com/2007/02/stripey-sleeveless-shirt.html">this top</a> I made in the early spring from <a href="http://simplicity.com/index.cfm?page=search.cfm&numMatch=2&design_id=14231&design=3875&thumbnail_image=3875t.jpg&ldesc=Misses%20Dresses&size_range=4%20to%2020">Simplicity 3875</a>. Like last time, I narrowed the bands at the waist and neck, and made it sleeveless. And since the tunic I made last time had a slight maternity look, I replaced the gathering at the waist with pleats. Better, I think.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eVfGXXkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/uyQOwixSs-E/s1600-h/jenniedress_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eVfGXXkI/AAAAAAAAAh8/uyQOwixSs-E/s400/jenniedress_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048782331633218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Side view. And look, you can see some of my flowers here which I have not even killed yet. (mama, aren't you proud!?) They are a little droopy though because it has been dang hot and dry. Well, the ground has been dry, anyway. The air is dense with moisture and sticky like only a Southeastern August can be. Not that I'm complaining, of course. I'm just sayin, is all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eVfGXXlI/AAAAAAAAAiE/T0i0kBxcwI0/s1600-h/jenniedress_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eVfGXXlI/AAAAAAAAAiE/T0i0kBxcwI0/s400/jenniedress_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048782331633234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love the super soft cotton stripe that I got at <a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl">Purl</a> just before I moved. And you can't even tell that I accidentally sewed the entire back panel of the dress wrong side out unless you look really closely. Sweet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eV_GXXmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZGH8XT0hY5Y/s1600-h/jenniedress_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/Rs4eV_GXXmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZGH8XT0hY5Y/s400/jenniedress_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102048790921567842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Twin is so outta here. Photo session is so over, she says.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-92075689354553604802007-08-19T17:07:00.000-04:002007-08-19T17:43:23.859-04:00a bed fit for a (queen) bear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixVPGXXfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2w9BkwKgvnY/s1600-h/bed_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixVPGXXfI/AAAAAAAAAhU/2w9BkwKgvnY/s400/bed_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100521556385684978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My new bedroom is petite, but happily large enough for a queen bed (unlike my old bedroom which only allowed a twin bed). Instead of buying a full frame for the bed, I made this upholstered headboard. I'm really happy with the way it turned out, even if it does look a little wonky around the feet. But you really can't see that part, so it's ok. I read over some tutorials on the internet (like <a href="http://www.bejane.com/node/144">this one</a>) and then just figured it out as I went along. I stuck with a nice, simple rectangle of plywood and screwed on short planks of 1"x4" to give it legs. I covered it with .5" foam, then wrapped a thick batting and <a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl/products/fabricdetail/2739">this fabric</a> around the edges. Then I had at it with the staple gun. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixVfGXXgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Ru05gEL1QQo/s1600-h/bed_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixVfGXXgI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Ru05gEL1QQo/s400/bed_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100521560680652290" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?_dyncharset=ISO-8859-1&id=790047&parentid=SLEEP_BEDDING_QUILTS&pushId=SLEEP_BEDDING_QUILTS&popId=SLEEP_BEDDING&sortProperties=&navCount=14&navAction=poppushpush&color=crm">quilt</a> was a bit of a splurge from Anthropologie. I rationalized the purchase, however, by telling myself I would make my own shams. The quilt is a lovely soft, gauzy cotton quilted in a flower pattern with navy thread. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixVvGXXhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/a3c2StQSle4/s1600-h/bed_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixVvGXXhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/a3c2StQSle4/s400/bed_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100521564975619602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I made the shams out of one of the beautiful <a href="http://www.purlsoho.com/purl/products/fabricdetail/2690">block-printed Indian fabrics</a> from Purl. It's a nice heavy fabric, and I love how tailored the shams look.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixV_GXXiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/04764-b_QjU/s1600-h/bed_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsixV_GXXiI/AAAAAAAAAhs/04764-b_QjU/s400/bed_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100521569270586914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My bear finds the whole setup very comfortable, indeed.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-24833293338546817532007-08-13T20:37:00.000-04:002007-08-13T22:12:04.725-04:00craft room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6iIAGvZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LBwIx1XhOno/s1600-h/craftroom_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6iIAGvZI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LBwIx1XhOno/s400/craftroom_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098350242353823122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now we're cooking with this craft room. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span>. I'm feeling more creative already. And it will be so nice to have a dedicated space for crafting and computer-ing. A space with a door to close when the craft mess gets too big. Lovely.<br /><br />My new thread holder makes me giddy. That was a happy 15 minutes spent organizing my thread by color, let me tell you. The pegboard makes me happy too, having all my whatsits and whatnots all handy and ready.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6iYAGvaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7KZQdAiNQpE/s1600-h/craftroom_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6iYAGvaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/7KZQdAiNQpE/s400/craftroom_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098350246648790434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's the long view. That is a homasote pinboard covered with a gray linen. I followed the instructions in <a href="http://shisomama.wordpress.com/2007/05/22/how-to-homasote-bulletin-board/">this tutorial</a> exactly, and had excellent results. I only used half the sheet of homasote, so I think we are going to have a second board on the other side of the room, over Twin's desk.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6iYAGvbI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Ds0608yBqwo/s1600-h/craftroom_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6iYAGvbI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Ds0608yBqwo/s400/craftroom_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098350246648790450" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The storage situation is not completely ideal. I mean, the fabric is already bulging, and the stash is most certainly not going to get smaller any time soon. But the closet doors are metal (magnets, yahoo!) and my Shim wall+pocket is attempting with its quiet elegance to bring some semblance of grace to this wall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6ioAGvcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Apv-btGl71Q/s1600-h/craftroom_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RsD6ioAGvcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Apv-btGl71Q/s400/craftroom_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098350250943757762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One more view of the pinboard. Did you see <a href="http://twostraightlines.typepad.com/two_straight_lines/2007/08/what-inspires-y.html">Courtney's</a>? eep, so lovely. And there on the table is the beginnings of a quilt that Twin is making for her bed. Blue and white pinwheels. See, the craft room is even inspiring Twin. It must be good.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-78820094526622459912007-08-01T21:40:00.000-04:002007-08-01T22:32:06.935-04:00it's all about the red trim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RrE2RoAGvXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/z0d4JDSSBis/s1600-h/kitchen_curtains.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RrE2RoAGvXI/AAAAAAAAAgk/z0d4JDSSBis/s400/kitchen_curtains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093912329956277618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Lookie! I actually finished a project! Well, that's a miracle. Honestly I had more trouble mounting the curtain rods than I did making the simple curtains. I need to get more handy with the drill. A valuable, skill, I think.<br /><br />These curtains are made with that lovely folk print from <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/">Superbuzzy</a> that has been all over the place recently (I think they sold out of the multi-color, but the <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=66&products_id=633">brown</a> is lovely, as is the <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=66&products_id=888">eggplant</a>). Just before I left NY, I finally caved in to my overwhelming need for Superbuzzy purchases. So awesome. (and oh my, when I popped over there to get the URL I just saw <a href="http://www.superbuzzy.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=1332">this</a>. oh my. oooooooh my.)<br /><br />Now, I think there is a distinct possibility that my curtains will catch fire one day. That would be bad. Maybe I should add some ties, so that we can secure the curtains back when cooking. Hmmm...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RrE2SIAGvYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/iPGoe1PZWWk/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RrE2SIAGvYI/AAAAAAAAAgs/iPGoe1PZWWk/s400/kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093912338546212226" border="0" /></a>And here's our wee little kitchen. And when I say wee, I mean wee. That little bit of counter space you see there? Yeah, that's about it. But, looking on the sunny side, it's making us more tidy and efficient in the kitchen. And the lack of dishwasher means we actually do our dishes, rather than leave them sitting around until we have run out of spoons.<br /><br />Hopefully there will be many more apartment-decoration posts in the next few weeks. I have many ideas simmering, limited only by my insistence that everything be just perfect (impossible to achieve but dang time-consuming to attempt) and a lack of time (due mostly to my own laziness, but it's SUMMER, friends, I'm livin it up). <br /><br />In other news, Twin and I have re-engaged in our great tennis rivalry. We are fairly evenly matched, so each set is highly exciting. I generally let her win, though. Just to keep the peace. ;)<br /><br />But here's a question for anyone who is a biologist, naturalist, or bugologist kind of person: why, oh WHY, do mosquitoes love to bite me, but leave my Twin completely alone? This has been the case for years. We used to joke that I am the sweet one, while she is too sour. (Admittedly true, of course, but not a scientific explanation to satisfy my mind.) Regardless of the reason, they do love me. They see me and go nutso. yummy yummy yummy they say. Punch-drunk they are. Perhaps I should be flattered.<br /><br />I am sorry for being such a blog-flake this summer, but I'm sure to get back into the rhythm of things before too long. Twin has ordered a sundress, and I better get on that before the summer begins winding down into autumn.<br /><br />Be well friends!juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-75074583862384126572007-07-24T19:58:00.000-04:002007-07-24T20:40:25.263-04:00tiny houses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqaaZIAGvUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZnnRxy4_KNM/s1600-h/smallhouse_2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqaaZIAGvUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ZnnRxy4_KNM/s400/smallhouse_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090926185224256834" /></a><br /><br />I have a thing for small houses. Love small houses. There is a great neighborhood near our new apartment full of the cutest little houses. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqaaZ4AGvWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Yinj5wuO5x8/s1600-h/smallhouse_6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqaaZ4AGvWI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Yinj5wuO5x8/s400/smallhouse_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090926198109158754" /></a><br /><br />I think a batty old art teacher must live in this one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqaaZoAGvVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ifTyB8Q_K3U/s1600-h/smallhouse_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqaaZoAGvVI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ifTyB8Q_K3U/s400/smallhouse_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090926193814191442" /></a><br /><br />For the past few years, Twin and I have talked about the mythical "little cottage" of our dreams, which will have tiny shutters and two dormer windows and a wee little chimney pot. So cute you could puke--this is what we are aiming for. <br /><br />Our new apartment is a house-apartment-cottage sort of thing. A step in the right direction. And now that every last box is unpacked (yippeee!), now comes the fun part. Also the slightly overwhelming part, as I think about which curtains need to be hemmed and which windows need new curtains all together, how to work the darn drill and the ever-mysterious location of studs, and what my new bedroom will look like, as I have graduated to a grown-up big-girl bed (or returned to it, having been forced to sleep in a twin bed the last few years thanks to the closet-size of my Brooklyn bedroom). The plans are amorphous and I just need to sit down and start somewhere, anywhere, and I'll pick up some momentum. It is exciting. I'm pumping myself up for this, can you tell?<br /><br />Kitchen curtains. That's the place to start. I've got the fabric all picked out.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-80272761875720441432007-07-19T20:23:00.001-04:002007-07-19T20:25:28.530-04:00i shall call him sparky and he shall be mine and he shall be my sparky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqAAqpJtYNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Gy99kC3Xc7A/s1600-h/sparky.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RqAAqpJtYNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Gy99kC3Xc7A/s400/sparky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089068311529742546" /></a>vroom vroom.<br /><br />:)juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-75077015146949316382007-07-14T08:37:00.000-04:002007-07-14T09:08:53.711-04:00moving is FUN! (no not really)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RpjIopJtYMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/P9f6pUK5T5E/s1600-h/lastglimpse_manhattan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RpjIopJtYMI/AAAAAAAAAf8/P9f6pUK5T5E/s400/lastglimpse_manhattan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087036379681874114" border="0" /></a>Last weekend I drove to NY for one last time to pack up the last of my things and then move it all back (including Twin-yippeeee!). Above was our last glimpse of Manhattan as we drove across the Verrazano Narrows. Yes, Manhattan is there if you look really closely. It was so hot and humid that day—the haze was pretty intense.<br /><br />Our movers (Brooklyn-based) were named Francisco and Zeus. I think they privately thought we were nuts for moving away from the city. When we got to NC, Francisco asked, "so can you get <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> takeout delivered way out here?" and then Zeus asked, "so, what? You gotta drive <span style="font-style: italic;">everywhere</span> you want to go?" Erm, yes, unfortunately that is how the rest of America gets around. Although happily there is a public bus system here in Chapel Hill that is pretty good. I am going to try to maintain my NYC mass transportation habit as much as possible here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RpjIoZJtYLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/R9ZK-j1aWxE/s1600-h/brunehilda.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RpjIoZJtYLI/AAAAAAAAAf0/R9ZK-j1aWxE/s400/brunehilda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087036375386906802" border="0" /></a>Speaking of transportation, let me introduce you to Brunehilda. Brunehilda has been our stalwart mode of transport since moving to NC. We're borrowing her from my dad until we get around to buying a car. She's a VW Vanagon camper--we named her Brunehilda because she is German, brown, and definitely female. One of our cousins thought Bessie was a name to better suit her, but I don't think that's quite as elegant. She does, however, respond to both names. Like any good VW bus, she has a few quirks. Not as many as the bus in <span style="font-style: italic;">Little Miss Sunshine</span>, but almost as many.<br /><br />Not to hurt Brunehilda's feelings, but we are headed out car shopping this morning. I think we're going to look at the Honda Fit. We want a hatchback. Anybody have any strong hatchback feelings/advice?<br /><br />The apartment is coming together slowly but surely. Did I mention we have a third bedroom? Woot! Jennie has agreed to call it the craft room, though half will technically be her home office. Here's the craft room now:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RpjIn5JtYKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/P3BnIM5vwx0/s1600-h/craftroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RpjIn5JtYKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/P3BnIM5vwx0/s400/craftroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087036366796972194" border="0" /></a>So, yeah, that needs a little work.<br /><br />Our parents are coming for the weekend (Mom is going to help us with curtains and unpacking and Dad is going to hang pictures and protect us from car salesmen. Aren't parents great?)<br /><br />Yay for parents, new apartments, and big strong movers who can lift bookcases with just one arm. Yay for feeling a little more settled and hoping I'll soon have more time to devote to crafting and my poor neglected blog.<br /><br />Happy weekend!juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-72736678700859781772007-07-01T13:50:00.000-04:002007-07-01T14:02:46.234-04:00quiet weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RofpzEpUHDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/x_jjLxz1X1s/s1600-h/hydrangea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RofpzEpUHDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/x_jjLxz1X1s/s400/hydrangea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082287768140520498" border="0" /></a>A few scenes from my explorations of Chapel Hill. I've been riding around on my bike and walking around downtown, snapping pictures as I go. The mosquitos and I are re-acquainting ourselves and I am slowly losing my ghostly NYC pallor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RofpzUpUHEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/9TawR5cPhak/s1600-h/porch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RofpzUpUHEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/9TawR5cPhak/s400/porch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082287772435487810" border="0" /></a>I had lunch with the lovely <a href="http://paperbluebird.blogspot.com/">Maura</a> and her sister Meg yesterday (Meg where is your blog? I forgot to ask!). I move to a new city and here I find blog friends who live in the very same neighborhood I do. Very cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RofpzUpUHFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Mo91SSV2oeE/s1600-h/red_shed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GMhl1P1c7AM/RofpzUpUHFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Mo91SSV2oeE/s400/red_shed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082287772435487826" border="0" /></a>I finally picked up a craft project this afternoon—were you wondering if you'd ever see a project from me again? Possibly. Probably. Before too long, I'm sure. Though it's slow going when Wimbledon is stealing my attention. I'm going to predict here and now that it'll be Justine Henin and Andy Roddick this year. Because she deserves it and because he is incorrigible. I wouldn't necessarily put money on Andy, but I'll put my heart behind him. I always like an underdog.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25495279.post-84631894473995319662007-06-27T20:02:00.000-04:002007-06-27T20:12:57.762-04:00well hello there<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1198/634696091_881b2564b1.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1198/634696091_881b2564b1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hello! This my new front stoop. I have a stoop of my very own! And my mother bought me the most beautiful pots and a collection of wonderful flowers. I put the flowers in the pots and now I can call myself a gardener. A hobby that I think I could get addicted to. As if I needed another hobby.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1315/634696083_c8e3cde168.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1315/634696083_c8e3cde168.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>My first 2 weeks in North Carolina: Magnolia trees and sweet gardenias. Hot sticky days and a sunburned nose. Cool, dark air-conditioned buildings. A new bike. My new bike has a basket. Looove the basket. Finishing one job on a thursday, moving, then starting a new job on monday. A distinct impression that the world around me is moving very fast. Feeling rather stupidly like a deer caught in the headlights but knowing that the rush and roar will abate—I will find my quiet and focus before too long. Missing twin, who is still in NYC (for 2 more weeks). Missing all my comfortable furniture and most my crafting gear, which is also still in NYC. Feeling at first that this new apartment, though quite lovely, is hollow and empty and full of sharp corners and sounds that go bump in the night. But then discovering new neighbors, planting some flowers, planning new curtains. Slowly making friends with this space I will call home. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/634696065_53b5f365f1.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1046/634696065_53b5f365f1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>And I have been missing my blog friends! My bloglines has about a bazillion posts highlighted. I am going to settle down and have a nice long read.<br /><br />It's good to be back.juliereehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879488318405950508noreply@blogger.com