Stitching Status and Prize Drawings

As I told you earlier, my stitching schedule was interrupted with an assignment from Hoffman Media.  I am sorry that I cannot show you what I am doing until it is published.  Right now it is about two-thirds done and is currently in Birmingham for a photo shoot. 

During its absence, this is what I am working on. 

I cannot remember what I last showed you on the Charity Auction Stocking.  It might have been this picture.  I am a little farther along than what is shown here but it simply is not going to be ready for the auction this year.  I will have it ready for next year.  As a bonus, next year it can be shown in an online catalogue of auction items.  I discovered the online catalogue in September and it was already a little late to get it into the catalogue.  I hope that might help it generate good bids. 

For now, the wedding sampler has come to a screeching halt.  I hope to have it finished and framed by the end of the year. 

NOW FOR THE PRIZE DRAWINGS 

Yes, Nancy in the Victorian Motto Sampler Shoppe has at least two current prize drawings and both look wonderful.  

1.  Go here to register for a drawing to be held on 15 November, just two weeks from now.    

The prize is one of four $25 gift certificates in Nancy's eBay shop.  She has some wonderful things that I am certain you would like.  

2.  The second one is a Twenty-five Days of Christmas prize drawing beginning 1 December.  Go here to register for this one.  Be certain to read all about this drawing. 

So much happened during the time that I was not posting that I want to try to do a little catch-up for you. 
When we arrived home from the lake cottage on 20 September, I expected that the hummingbirds would have left. 
But - - - They were still hanging around the feeders for the next week.  It was an unexpected pleasure. 
When they finally left, the chickadees started to check out the hummingbird feeders.  I took that as an indication that they wanted their seed.  They sat in the apple tree and watched me hang their feeders.  I hardly had time to turn around before they swooped into the feeders.  They are such messy eaters; seed seemed to fly out of the tray.  The squirrels come in to eat the seed that falls on the ground. 

Speaking of squirrels, they are going to be a great source of entertainment this winter.  This year food was plentiful so there are lots and lots of squirrels. 

After telling you I had not seen Mr. Buck for quite a while, I saw a deer this morning.  It was trotting at quite a pace through the park behind the house.  I could not even see if it had antlers. 

Earlier this month we had confirmation at church.  The youth director thought it would be nice to give each one a fleece blanket with the United Methodist emblem.  The only thing about that was she could not find any such thing. 

She ordered some gorgeous navy blue fleece blankets from Amazon and some United Methodist patches.  A group of us agreed to stitch a patch on a blanket. 

As I stitched each one of these blankets, I thought about figuratively wrapping my arms around each of the confirmants.  The gift of the blanket was intended to remind each student that he/she was wrapped in the arms of the congregation. 

I Am Back

I have been gone so long.  We are closing out our Earthlink account which has five e-mail boxes.  It has been a monster job.  To top it off a couple weeks ago the issuer of our Mastercard called to verify a suspicious charge.  It appeared that someone or people randomly generated Mastercard account numbers one of which was ours.  He/She/It ran a test charge of £1 from some where in London.  As I said, the issuer of our card caught it; declared the account compromised and issued us new cards. 

While we were busy trying to close the Earthlink account, we had to change the automatic charges on the Mastercard account one of which is Earthlink.  We tried very hard to finish closing out Earthlink before having to change the credit account but decided it would be better to go ahead and do it even if it is only for a month. 

I have been spending so much time on the computer sorting through the e-mail boxes and transferring files to the new e-mail boxes that I have had little time to even read the blogs that I follow.  I just want to get away from the computer.  

Now back to those cute pumpkins.  A month ago, I picked them and the squash.  I left one pumpkin vine because it had several cute small pumpkins that were extremely green.  I had hoped to give them a chance to ripen.  Now a month later, the pumpkins are all gorgeous orange; we are still waiting on the small ones.  The vine that I left grew up the grape arbor, up the fence, and up the garden shed.  I later discovered that it grew into the neighbor's yard. 

She came to our house with the cutest little bright green pumpkin.  She was afraid that it might be the only pumpkin so she wanted us to have it.  I just said. "Oh, my goodness, come into the back yard and see what we have."  I told her that the little pumpkin was hers but that it probably would not ripen.  I gave her a couple of the small ones that have a reasonable chance of ripening for her daycare kids to watch. 

Shortly after that as I hung up sheets to dry, I heard the little daycare kids talking about a pumpkin. 

What I did at the lake . . .

It was just one week ago at this time that we arrived at the lake cottage.  The extra key is kept on a not visible but not invisible nail camouflaged with cobwebs.  Although we knew the general location of it, it was still difficult to find and we were not certain that we would find it.  The prospect of immediately driving back home or spending the night in the car made our search all the more feverish.  In the past we have brought an extra key with us but this time decided to rely on the hidden one.  I do hope that we can remember its hiding place for the future because all in all, it is much easier to not have to pick up the key from Roger's sister and return it. 

A couple weeks ago, I discovered that I made a miscount in the lower heart,  Fortunately, I had stitched in only the bottom three rows and the miscount was on the right side of the heart.  Just the same, it was so discouraging that I set the sampler aside without removing the stitching.  I knew it would be a messy and difficult job to pick out the stitching. 

Two of the three rows were stitched in silk which does not respond very well to being removed and restitched and this type of silk thread is even less cooperative.  Actually I did not loose too very much thread and the new lengths stitched in very well.  The rest of the heart almost stitched itself it went so well.  Can you see the peacock feather in the colors? 

Although there was no hope that I could finish it and have it framed prior to the wedding, I did cut the threads and did the hardanger needleweaving on the upper heart.  It pains me, but I think I will remove the needleweaving and replace it with a solid color.  I have stitched this heart many times with variegated thread but it has not looked this busy or disorganized before.  I think it is because this color selection is very strong while past threads have had a more subtle color variation. 

Before I set to work on the wedding sampler, I finished a section of a sampler that I am stitching for Just Cross Stitch.  I wish that I could show it to you but I cannot share that with anyone until it has been published.  I think that I can tell you that it is an anniversary sampler celebrating the 30th anniversary of the magazine.  It meant that I had to set aside the charity auction stocking and the wedding sampler for a little while.  While we were gone, I did stitch part one of the anniversary sampler and was able to send it back so that they will receive it tomorrow.  I do not know how long they will keep it while they photograph it for the first issue of 2013.  When it comes back to me, I can stitch on it a little more leisurely. 

Until then, I should be stitching on the wedding sampler and the stocking.  Do you want to see my progress on the stocking? 

Back Once Again

We spent most of this week at the extended family cottage on Mille Lacs.  It was a wonderful few days away from everything.  The weather conditions were not ideal but still it was good.  The lake was a little wild with as heavy waves as it generally can have.  The sound of the waves rolling in at night was extremely relaxing.  One of the mornings the sky was absolutely as clear as it could be.  The stars were brilliant and so much more visible than at home.  The phrase, "as countless as the stars in the sky" took on an immediate sense of the infinite - breathtaking, simply breathtaking.  As exciting as that was the morning I could stand in the pink light of dawn and know it was a deep pink.  It felt magical.

I am so sorry that I can no longer tell you we are leaving before we leave.  I fear that I have given enough personal information that I can be located.  When we leave, our sons stay in the house but they both work and are gone during the day leaving the house unoccupied except by the cats who have yet to learn how to call 9-1-1.  It is a sad commentary on our current society that I fear our home could be targeted during our absence. 

Do you remember back in  March when I posted this picture?

I told you that I could show you the front of the ornaments when the chart was published.

It was published in the Christmas Ornaments Issue of Just Cross Stitch magazine.  It has been out for a couple weeks now but I have been tardy about posting the picture for you.

Tricia Bage of Patricia Ann Designs made the design for Just Cross Stitch and I finished the ornaments for Tricia.  I think that I have finished all of Tricia's designs for the Christmas Ornaments Issue.

Last year her design appeared in the cover picture.  This year shortly after the issue came out, Tricia e-mailed me to say that once again we were cover girls.


I have not been very subtle about marking the scan so you can easily find the ornament in the picture. 
A little pride goes way too far. 

The Garden

The garden has suffered this summer.  It has been unduly hot and dry making the garden suffer. 
We are getting tomatoes but they are small. 
The vines of the vine crops have been extremely vigorous. 
We have five squash, twelve pumpkins, and six cantaloupe plus a variety of cucumbers. 
The onions and carrots did not do well.  That may be more because our soil is heavy clay.  We have added a lot of organic material and sand; the texture has improved a lot but it is still like adobe when the weather is dry. 
The flowers have been a little pathetic. 

And a single sorghum plant
We have no idea how it came to grow in the garden.  It probably was in bird droppings.  We also have four or five black walnut trees.  I know that squirrels buried the nuts and forgot them.  We will have to dig the little trees out. 

Hummingbirds and Bread

What do hummingbirds and bread have in common?  Generally speaking, not much but today they had a lot in common at my home.

Yesterday my new flour mill arrived.  Not being one to say much about organic foods or highly processed foods, it no doubt surprises people who know me that I like to make bread.  We, as a family, have always had a preference for the bread that I make.  I do it all by hand, no bread machine, no dough hook on the mixer.  Bread dough is a very organic and living substance.  I enjoy watching it with my eyes and feeling it with my hands as I knead it.  It changes from a sticky glob of flour and liquid to a smooth, elastic, silky living substance.  The process of kneading also is soothing to my psyche. 

Lately I have not made very much bread.  I have been wondering what bread would be like made with home milled flour.  Last week Amazon had home flour mills on sale.  It did not take much nudging for me to order one.  Amazon informed me that it would be delivered yesterday.  We had a bulk mailing to take to the Post Office for church so it was very easy to pick up some wheat berries.  I wanted white wheat because I want the light color for pastry.  It turns out that there is not as much demand for white wheat.  I have to special order it in a 25-pound sack.  It should be ready for me to pick up next Thursday or Friday.  In the meantime, we brought home about 2¾ pounds of red wheat.  We were home by noon but the deliveries are not until mid to late afternoon.  It was extremely difficult to wait.

This morning, I ran the wheat through the mill.  Two and three-quarters pounds of wheat berries translates into five to six cups of flour.  I tried all the levels from fine to coarse so my flour has an unique consistency.

I think that even the coarsest setting is finer than commercially milled whole wheat. 

Whole wheat produces a dough that is stickier and less elastic than white flour.  That is true for home milled whole wheat flour; it was a little messy to work with.  Resting time is mandatory for the dough to be able to fully absorb the liquid.  While the dough rested, I watched what was going on in the backyard.

The hummingbirds were up to their usual antics and were extremely entertaining.  The cardinal vine with its little trumpet flowers began to bloom this week.  Earlier in the week, the hummingbirds hovered in front of it and one actually flew in and out of it but they did not go in for the flower nectar.  Today they fed upon the nectar.

I was not able to get any pictures of the hummingbirds feeding.  There are so many buds that perhaps another day I will be able to catch a picture of them.  

Here are the loaves ready to go into the oven.  They have a little egg white glaze on their tops. 

It is impossible to wait long enough for the bread to cool before we cut it.  That was the case today.

The loaves have a very tender texture and are not at all dense.  That may be more because I raise the dough twice in the bowl before I shape it and raise it in the pan.  The flavor is wonderful.  I used half molasses and half honey because I only had dark molasses and I did not want the taste to be overwhelmed by molasses.

It is more flavorful than bread made with commercially milled flour.  The texture is more delicate than that made with commercially milled flour.  The scent of the warm bread had a slight graham cracker note.