It’s “Hey Rene J” Today!

I have been sewing like a maniac trying to finish the project I began with the dismembering of my wedding dress. I needed the kitchen table returned to a usable state.

Here are the results. Adorable!

Next? Halloween costumes!

My delightful son dared me to write a poem about Formula One competitor, Max Verstappen. Pretend that it works and that his last name is pronounced with a short “a.”

Not much can happen 
Without Max Verstappen.
He’s the one who’ll be lappin’
While your energy’s sappin’

He won his ninth race
At a respectable pace.
Truly an ace
With style and grace.

While Max celebrated his ninth victory, I celebrated my first one last night. I played “Settlers of Catan” again for the first time in years. I figured I was invited to play so someone could at least be out of competition. I won!

Thank you for the pity assistance, you young brainiacs. I’ll look forward to retaining my title. And good luck going for your tenth triumph, Max Verstappen.

Now, I am not a speech pathologist or linguist, and I’m not the grammar police as I do create a misstep or two, but I do think there are a few things which we need to pound into people’s heads. I heard one of them again on a newscast! I thought those people might be vetted for their grammar usage?

“Me and him.” So wrong. “Me and my dog.” In no instance is “me” the subject of a sentence. Yes, newscaster.

Say the word “butter” without the hard “t” sound. Buhuh? Yes. That one became obvious years ago when a prominent newscaster kept pronouncing something without the hard “t” sound. I was beginning to think it was a regional deal since I hear it frequently, until I harkened to it last night on the national news. Many words have a double “t” that needs to be addressed. That poor letter.

I’m reading a biography on Thomas Jefferson, man of many languages and prolific writing. I think that’s the basis for this mini-rant. We have so dumbed ourselves down educationally. I guess it just got to me last night?

Off I go to learn the “word of the day.”

Nothing is more frustrating than folding a fitted sheet – except perhaps placing it properly on the bed!

Yesterday I mistakenly began making the bed by incorrectly beginning in the wrong corner, even though my sheets have nice little directional tabs on them. I understand they need to be fitted sheets, but they sure can be annoyances. I have, however, solved the problem of folding them. I only have one set of sheets per bed. I strip, launder and replace. No need to fold!

I guess my only problem is still the directional dyslexia?

We are painting this morning – a short-lived experiment to be sure.

That sentence was typed at 9 am and that is as far as I got in writing! It was an active day and at 7 pm, I’m ready to call it. Art-filled, engineering and construction-filled, reading and writing, music, Kubota ride, we did it all.

Time to regenerate. Good night!

No. I try to do the errand or task I least enjoy first, then I can relish the remaining tasks. And so it was for a Monday. I scheduled an early morning dental appointment for a crown replacement, and it wasn’t the tiara type.

Having had this specific crown replaced two years ago, I was again “fixing” what the last dentist screwed up. Thankfully my new practice adheres to perfectionism. This comes at a cost – time. Time and with my mouth, a sore jaw. There’s just not enough room in there for dental tools, suction equipment, cheek guards, and saliva. Keeping it open for two hours is a true challenge.

The replacement crown already feels better than the old permanent one did. Things are looking up! Maybe I’ll have some dessert for breakfast this morning! I do have a not-so-secret stash of chocolate.🥳

My keyboard doesn’t have the “cents” sign. I know we don’t need it, but I kind of miss it.

It was only truly bemoaned as I was putting my pattern pieces away and noticed the pattern I’m using was $.45 back in the day. It had never been opened and I’m sure was a product of the box my dad acquired at an auction. There are many more old patterns I’ve never used. A lovely Pinterest hole had me thinking I’d decoupage them on the walls of my closet. Then I looked and realized I can’t see the walls with all of the clothing hanging. Thus, I still have opportunities to resurrect old styles. Yeah. That won’t be happening. I can’t resurrect the old body shape that would have fit in those A-line dresses!

Let me know if you have a need for an old pattern. Maybe I’ll contact Hollywood and ask them?

This is what’s left of the skirt of my mermaid-style wedding dress.

I initially used the sleeves and part of the skirt for the ring bearer pillow at my daughter’s wedding. My skirt had a ton of fabric! I was able to cut out two little baptismal gowns and bonnets out of the rest of it.

Recycling at its best! Apparently I am my grandmother’s granddaughter. And no – I don’t have photos of her handiwork with the rugs, but I’ll keep you posted on the progress of my attempts!

My grandmother had kitchen rugs made from those colorful Wonder Bread plastic bags. She crocheted them as she collected them. Not surprisingly, she must have caved to the ease of buying a precut delicious loaf of white bread as opposed to her daily baking of bread, punching down, rising, punching down…

Perhaps it’s genetic. I’m saving the lavender-colored plastic wraps around our daily (now that’s a stretch!) newspaper. They’re just so pretty, I am considering learning to crochet them into a rug. I also have two lime-green colored bags which must have been a failed experiment in plastic wrap.

And where would this yet-to-be-created rug be placed? Perhaps you could be the next craft victim? Chances are – you and I are both safe from this potential experiment.

Ring-around-the-rosy. I forgot about that one!

My problem with the whole jingle and accompanying actions is that the “ashes, ashes, we all fall down,” could be dangerous. The falling down has to be orchestrated so as to be able to stand again. And once I’m an ash on the ground, it feels rather nice to just lie there and smolder. Not possible with a little imp pulling your arm.

Wait until we learn, “duck, duck, goose!” I think I’m safe for a bit.