Sunday, August 31, 2014

Jenny, and the Apple Festival

Rain woke me up at 5am this morning, and sent me running for the front door, remembering that I had left the car windows down. When I sat in the drivers seat to put the windows up, it was very apparent that it had been raining for a while. There was no going back to sleep after that, so why not catch up on my blog. I've been in a funk lately. I'm ready for summer to come to an end, for Brewier to find a job, and to regain some control over the horrible food choices, ( who am I kidding, there is no choice..I just eat everything in sight,) I need some order back in my life.
This weekend was the North Carolina Apple Festival, held in Hendersonville, just south of Asheville. Because Renee and DAvid are from Hendersonville, they come back every year for the festival and to visit friends and family. Friday, we sat with them for 4 hours, next to the fried apple pie stand, where Eva, (in the yellow shirt,) was working. Oliver had a blast, playing with David, and walking around the festival, checking out the booths. He got a plastic firemans hat at one booth, that has not left his person; he's even sleeping with it. I'm not sure how much longer it will last; I've already had to tape it back together 3 times.

My favorite booth belonged to a woman from Daytona Beach, who made necklaces out of china, and old silverware.

This one reminded me so much of Megan. There were a few necklaces made from china patterns that I own, including a necklace with Peter Rabbit on it! Sadly I didn't get a photo of it because I was trying to corral Oliver. Fine china and small boys are a dangerous combination.

I love the silver hearts she made!

This cute girl next to Megan? This is Jenny. She and Megan shared a hostel room in D.C., back in the spring. Jenny had just finished college in Toronto, and was visiting different cities in the U.S. before returning home to China. She and Megan hit it off, and she asked if she could come visit us before leaving the states.

Last night she cooked for us. Yum!

This afternoon she flies back to Canada, and in two weeks she returns home.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Why Can't It Be Like the Matrix?

Where you could just download what ever you needed to know, straight into your brain. I loathe reading instruction manuals. Hate, really. I've always had trouble with directions, even in school, I'd often have trouble understanding what was wanted for an assignment. The instruction manual is what has kept the sewing machine I got for Christmas, hidden away in its box. Projects have been piling up, so this afternoon I unpacked the machine and all of its accouterments.

I then felt the immediate need for a cup of ginger tea, not that I was trying to procrastinate or anything but, because I've been eating all my inflammation triggering food. Oh, and look, the kitchen floor needs swept, and I'll just wash up these few dishes.I went back and was about to open the instruction manual, and thought, "I should really blog about this." And here I am, thinking maybe I could just fly Heather up from FL, and she could show me how to use this fancy shmancy thing.

So I just watched part of the instructional dvd, and have threaded my machine and wound the bobbin. Oliver has been sitting next to me asking me questions the entire time. Now I remember yet another reason it's taken me this long to try and learn this machine. Endless, questions, and a little hand grabbing at all the attachments. I really regret donating my old, (working, industrial strength,) machine when we moved here. It would have been perfect for Oliver to tinker with...needle removed.

Okay, I tried sewing, and something is wrong with the machine. It won't even sew a straight stitch correctly, let alone a decorative stitch and no amount of tension adjusting is taking care of the problem. Ugh...sometimes I really wish I had an old fashioned, treadle operated, Singer.

In happier news, I got to meet up with my longtime friend, Sharoon, at Mountain Mojo, this morning. We hadn't seen each other since 1997!

Now you can see just how fabulous I really am.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

My Life is Random

So is this post. And I originally wrote it on Saturday, but our internet went out. Actually everyone in Asheville who uses Charter, lost internet, and didnt get it back until Sunday. Talk about feeling cut off. No tv, no internet...what is going on in the world?

So here is Saturdays post.

I thought I'd try painting my nails today, it's been 3-4 years since my last foray into colored nails. I opened the bathroom window, and set the bottle of polish on the sill. I uncapped the nail paint, removed the brush, and immediately started coughing. So much for that.

Just minutes ago I was laying out on our deck, getting a good dose of vitamin D, and had a perfectly composed blog post ready to write. Now that I'm inside at my computer, it's gone.

Prossecco, you've been replaced as my favorite wine, by this, jammy, delicious and dangerously drinkable, Australian Wine.

Sarah is sick with a head cold today. While I'm sad for my friend, it's been lovely for me, as we've spent the day online together, chatting about food, fashion, and television shows, all while playing Yahtzee. It's just like when she is here.
I sent her photos of my new to me, $3 boots from Goodwill, and a funky Anthropologie sweater I bought on LikeTwice.

This is the sweater lying flat. The neck is at the top, as is the left sleeve. Oliver is pointing to the right sleeve.

This is what it looks like on. I really like it. Hmm, what do you know, my zipper is down. Classy.

Speaking of fashion, would any one reading this like this evening bag? I never used it. It's made of shell and bone, and I really like it, but my life style no longer includes dressy events. Its free to a good home. Email me if you'd like it.. If no one claims it, it's going in the Goodwill box.

Sunday was The Big Love Fest. Megan had a primo spot; she and Brewier didn't get home until 9pm.

And this morning? We are having coffee and snuggles at Mountain Mojo.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Chimney Rock

We've tried twice to visit Chimney Rock, only to turn around and head home because of it being too busy; but this is the golden week in Asheville, when the majority of tourists have gone home because their kids have started school Yay! We arrived early in the day, before other visitors, but not before stopping at Mountain Mojo, for coffee. Chimney Rock has an elevator to the top, but we climbed the stairs. All 500 of them.

Sarah, I took this photo of my feet especially for you :)

Thats Lake Lure, where, "Dirty Dancing," was filmed.

For once, I planned ahead and brought a picnic.

There were lots of rocks and boulders to climb after eating. See my tiny family down there?

King of the mountain.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014


I've been wanting to try and give Brewier a faux hawk for sometime, and since he is currently unemployed, it proved to be a good time to give it a try.

While not quite what I was aiming for, it isn't horrible.

I stopped in TJMax yesterday and came across this pair of shoes, for $50.

They're very similar to my more expensive, and still returnable, Sam Edelman shoes...but I don't really love them like the S.E. shoes pictured below. What do you think Sarah? Yes? No? After all, I don't have the opportunity to wear heels very often.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Must Make Money.

Yesterday was a busy day. We finally had our garage sale, and while we did okay, we didn't get nearly as much traffic, or sales, here on top of the mountain, as we did downtown. There's a big pile of stuff in the driveway, including a dining room table and chairs, for The Salvation Army to pick up. After the sale Megan did a practice set up for next weekend, and The Big Love Fest. While she was busy with that, Oliver striped naked and took a swim in the fish pond. I'd been wondering how long it would take before that happened.

I was hoping to make enough money to buy this. We don't have a coffee maker; hard to believe, I know, considering at one time I had 12. The problem is plastic, and chemical leaching. Espresso makers are either stainless or aluminum. This is the Espresso maker Im lusting after. It gets great reviews AND it's pretty.Its also on sale, but still unaffordable, even though its one of the cheaper ones. Maybe if I stopped buying cofee for a year I could save up....yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Can You Handle Some More Randomness?

There's nothing quite like being at the very busy Biltmore, and your grandson asks to be picked up, only to have him scream, "MY PENIS! MY PENIS!" when you do.

I spent an entire day, organizing my craft and sewing supplies. I think I spend more time organizing than I do crafting...I may actually enjoy the organizing more than the crafting.

He's three. This is what I get when I ask to take his picture.

We are having a garage sale tomorrow. Yes, another one.

While I haven't heard anything about how my mom is doing today, yesterday post surgery, she was doing great.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

I Like to Get High.

Megan has been working all week on editing over 300 of her Etsy listings, it's tedious, time consuming work. To make her day a bit easier, we whisked Oliver away to the mountains. Brewier and I had been planning a trip to Grandfather Mountain, and the mile high swinging bridge, and yesterdays weather was perfect. Asheville it was perfect. We drove up the Blue Ridge Parkway, stopping at Mount Mitchell so Oliver could experience the highest point east of the Mississippi. While I'm sure somewhere deep down inside he appreciated the views, what really had a memory making impact was climbing up some rocks along the path. Highlight of his day. Temperatures were in the 50's and it was a bit windy, up that high, but it was exciting, and very autumnal.

We weren't quite sure how to get to Grandfather Mountain, but Brewier said the Blue Ridge should get us there. Well, it wasn't getting us there fast enough, so I asked Brewier if we could get off and drive regular roads. Here's a bit of useful advice if you are ever in my neck of the woods. There is NO CELL SERVICE in the Pisgah National Forest, nor is there cell service through most of the mountains. My phone and its GPS were useless. We eventually found our way to Grandfather Mountain, only to be shocked with the $20 a person entrance fee. After our ordeal to get there, I wasn't about to turn around without walking on that swinging bridge; we were warned however, that there was a high wind advisory, and to be very careful, especially opening our car doors which could easily blow open and shut with great force. After a stop at the wild life exhibit, and smashing pennies, (Yay!) we drove to the top of the mountain. It was 59 degrees and the wind was blowing at 40-50 mph, with gusts strong enough to blow a person off balance. Having always enjoyed extreme weather, I felt invigorated. Most of the other people visiting, did not share my enthusiasm, nor did they seem to be enjoying their walk across the swinging, (and because it was SO windy, singing and whistling,) bridge.

Looking down over the center of the bridge. Those things that look like bushes? They're trees.