Monday, April 26, 2010

The foot, she is not broken.

But I do have crutches. Except I've ditched them already. Seriously, they suck more than the foot. Well, next time I'll know better than to say, "Shaughny, stop messing on the stair, you're going to fall" when I'm still on the stairs.

We did the Westfield village annual clean up on Saturday. I was still attempting the evil crutch things then. I didn't get alot done. Some dusting of artifacts and I did clean the windows in the Boot and Harness as well as a crap load of dusting in there. That place gets mucky quickly.

Well c'mon we do open the place for stuff in winter and of course the whole maple syrup thing in spring. There are a lot of hearth and woodstoves going.

My own dear Misner house is currently still airborn. Sort of. Its still getting its foundation so its raised higher than me just now. I should have taken a picture.

Milton Craft show this weekend. Baby blankets are made and I'm getting the ones from the shop back. Also made a boatload of hairbows last night. Onto superhero capes, cuffs and collars next.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

The holy grail...

...is actually a cast iron stew pot. Seriously. I have spent far too much time searching for one with little success. I have found them in antique shops but so far they've all been false grails. No lids, cracks, oversized (guess that one was to feed the 5000) or some other problem that tells me it is not the true grail and to purchase said grail would end up with some old knight claiming "She chose poorly", as I turn into dust and blow away.

A new cast iron stewpot is elusive as Bigfoot and Nessie. Hell they probably have them all which is why I can't find them. And I don't want one covered in enamel in "Fashion Colours!" I want black. Scarey, witchy, heavy black. But not scarey or witchy 'cause this is the grail right?

How am I supposed to cook on an open hearth in an 1810 Inn with Corning Ware? it just doesn't work.

I have my cast iron roll pan. I have my wooden spoon. I have my *doubles as a murder weapon* fork. Can I please get a pot?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

If I see that bunny, he's stew!

Ok, I can't blame the easter bunny. I'd like to but I can't. Fact is various and sundry well meaning people, including family gave my girls enough chocolate and candies that I'm pretty sure they could power most of Canada if we could find a way to turn insanity into electricity.

And alright I didn't have the stuff properly hidden yesterday (as in, not at all) Well, its hidden now. I never again want to have to peel the Drama Queen off the ceiling. She was the worst. At least if you told Littlest Princess she couldn't have anymore candy, she'd cry and pout but NOT HAVE ANYMORE.

Drama Queen would lick the jelly beans then announce, "My germs are on it now." In defence, I ate quite a few jellybeans.

The sacrifices a mother makes.

She was spun and completely not herself, active yes, she always is but she was full on looney. Running full till around the house and even falling didn't stop her. Tears, dramatics, demands for ice and then *zooom* she was off like the Flash but without the red spandex longjohns.

Bed didn't slow her down, I'm surprised her bed is in one piece. The wall of my bedroom is not by the way. She and her nutty sister managed to bash the top of the canopy into the wall hard enough to dent the wall.

So. no more sugar. Ever as far as I'm concerned. Ok, eventually I may lighten up about that (like tomorrow) but after yesterdays visit by the Tazmainian Devil, forget it.