Every once in a blue moon (or as of late, blood moon) I indulge in a tasty treat (I know is really bad for me) while I work on my folk art.
Sure, it will cause me arthritic pain and inflammation tomorrow. But it was worth every "enriched" flour, high fructose corn syrup and red dye 40 bite!
Oh and if you look really hard you have a tiny, sneak peek at one of my offerings for Early work Mercantile tomorrow night!!
Sorry, frosted cherry P*p Tart not included.
See you tomorrow night!!
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do subtle Halloween decorating.
Man, I have got to get a Ben Franklin wig for this tricorn hat!
Ooooooh!!! I could have a blast doing Founding Fathers pumpkins!!
Hmmm...
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Enjoy.
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But it started today at the ol' Countryfolk homestead and here's how you can tell.
I lit the first fire of the season and these two little fart blossoms didn't move an inch! Truthfully, I can't blame them. You become completely paralyzed from the "toastiness" when you're next to one.
Man, it was such a picture perfect autumn day, I decided to bake an apple pie.
There is nothing like walking out your door, picking apples off your apple tree and using them in a homemade pie.
Just because my surroundings are picture perfect, doesn't make me the same.
When I bake or cook, I make a huge mess and dirty every dish, utensil, bowl and pot within a 10 foot radius. If Martha Stewart was to walk into my kitchen when I'm cooking, I'd need to use a defibrillator on her.
Also, the visual of my pie crust is umm... something to be desired.
It looks like I made it blindfolded and with my feet.
But I'm fine with that because I know it's going to taste delicious no matter hideous it looks.
We'll just have to eat it in the dark. ((giggle))
Happy Tuesday, all.
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When we lived in the burbs we'd get 300-350 kids on Halloween night. So I would go all out and decorate both inside and outside.
I would wear something silly when I answered the door too. Heck, I had more fun than some of the kids.
Unfortunately, we have no Trick or Treaters out here in the sticks. That is one thing I dislike about country living. Oh well...
So I've dwindled my Halloween decor down. Some are handmade by dear friends and some are store bought. But what I have continues to makes me smile.
Here are just a few...
I never tire of the Groucho Marx nose, glasses, eyebrows and stache. I crack up wherever I put them.
When I was a little kid, my mom put a small, plastic witch out every Halloween. I can't remember a Halloween when I didn't see her. I used to like to twirl her little legs around.
Then I got older, moved out and forgot all about her.
After my mom's passing, my sister and I had to clean out her home.
I opened up the large bin marked "Halloween" and started to go through it.
At the bottom of the bin, there she was!! Worn, but still intact. As I picked her up I can't even describe the flood of emotions I had. I am so very grateful my sister didn't mind me keeping her.
She will continue her yearly Halloween flight right here where she belongs at the ol' Countryfolk homestead.
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Well the guy came yesterday to make a template for our countertop. Yippee!!!
Unfortunately a farmhouse built in 1861 is far from square. So when the countertop was updated back some 35 years ago, they literally cut into a section of wall to make the countertop fit. Boo* Hiss
But the guy was confident they can work miracles and said it will fit properly.
I'm trying to save myself a few pennies ( 30,000 to be exact) by doing the countertop removal myself. Although I'm not looking forward to what I'm going to find once we er I mean "I" rip into it. (I haven't broke that news to my sweet hubs yet)
My heart is hoping to find another original copy of the Declaration of Independence.
But my gut is telling me it will be more like petrified mice turds instead.
Oh well, a gal can dream.
((giggle))
Have a terrific weekend, all!!
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It's Constitution Day."
You didn't know that?
Well, you do now.
Please read it and teach...
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My favorite time of year.
Remember...
Enjoy nature.
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Ready??!!
Notice the painted toenails too.
So you can go ahead and pop that ol' George Washington in the mail tomorrow.
Boy, this is better odds than the lottery!
((giggle))
Happy Sunday, all.
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husbands, wives, mothers,
fathers, daughters, sons,
sisters, brothers, grandmas,
grandpas, aunts, uncles and cousins.
They were someone's family.
They were someone's best friend.
Never Forget.
After cleaning the spare bedroom last night, I flicked on the hallway light and started to head down the stairs.
As I took my first step, I froze in complete fear!! I'm guessing by the look on my face you would have thought I saw the devil himself!
Knowing my sweet hubs was sitting on the sofa watching television in the living room below, I tried to speak. But all that came out of my mouth was "Hamana-hamana-hamana..."
Then as I'm watching it try to climb down another stair I scream, "THERE'S A MOUSE!!!!"
My sweet hubs gets up and says, "Where??"
RIGHT THERE!! RIGHT THERE!! as I point wildly!!
When he finally sees it he says, "Awwww.... He's just a little sh*t."
Really??!!! Just a little sh*t?! REALLY??!! I'm pretty sure that "little sh*t" wants to lunge at me and go for my jugular!!
As I see it start to move again deciding if it should come back up the stairs or go down, I begin to babble and panic even more!!
"Where am I going to go??!! Where am I going to go??!!" OMG, I can't run in the bathroom or bedrooms because there are lots of gaps in these old farmhouse doors and he'll get me!! I just know it!!
It is then my sweet hubs decides to try and grab him with one of the dogs' blankie that was on the sofa. Speaking of which neither one of my girls came to my rescue. Hmpf! Sure they barked when they heard me scream. But that was about it. They must have been too comfortable on my chair (that I never get to sit on) to be bothered with me.
Thanks for nothin', girls!!
Anyway, I then hear my sweet hubs. "Oooops! C'mere little guy... D*mn it!! Where'd ya go?? C'mon! Where are ya?? There you are! C'mere...
Got him!!"
He then opened the front door and gently placed him on the porch and watched him scurry off.
Now that I've had 24 hours to think about it...
Sure he was only a wee inch and a half long and sure he was probably a baby and more terrified than I was and sure he was so tiny he could barely make it down a step and yes, I may have overreacted just a bit. But if it ever happens again...
I will absolutely react the same way.
This is only the second time we've had a mouse in our actual living quarters. We usually have them in the attic and I never see them. Hubs takes care of "mouse duty." Like I always say, I love and adore nature. But not inside my house.
I guess I should consider myself lucky. Only 2 in 15 years? That's not bad for a farmhouse that's 154 years old.
Oh. One more thing. When I walked out onto the front porch this morning, there was a teeny, weeny, yellow, sticky note stuck about a half inch up from the bottom of the door.
It read, "I'LL BE BACK!"
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