franklin mills and the mini shop hop

Harley Chick, Aunt Pat and I have attended the Sew Expo in Worcester, Massachusetts every April for years.

Last year, while scarfing down taco salads in downtown Worcester and after proudly announcing what we frugally *didn’t* buy from the vendors at the Expo, we decided we needed to get together more than once a year.

Harley Chick would drive, Aunt Pat would plan the excursion and I would go along for the ride.

I’m very supportive that way.

I arrived at Harley Chick’s house at 7 AM.  I had my coffee mug and my envelope of fabric-buying cash and my list of fabric yardage requirements and photos on my phone of the colors needed for Bonnie Hunter’s new “Mystery Quilt”, which would begin online after Thanksgiving.

(I’ll write more about that in a different blog post, but just know that I actually had a *reason* to buy fabric, because I did not have a yard of gray fabric in my stash, nor did I have any neutrals, like ivory or cream, because I tend to buy colorful, modern prints with strange color combos.)

Aunt Pat had made each of us a gift:

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How cute is this bag????

First stop:  Franklin Mills.  This store in one of the many, many brick mill buildings in New England began in 1946 and sold remnants from the woolen mill.  Now it’s a huge fabric, yarn, trims and decorating fabrics store.

My mother sewed all of my clothes when I was a child.  My grandmother made wool braided rugs and knew every mill outlet store in a 100-mile radius from her home.  Going to mill outlets was part of my childhood, so now any time I get to walk into one of those old brick factory complexes I feel like a kid again.  They are usually down narrow streets, in the center of towns, near a river.  Some of the lucky ones still function long after the mill businesses moved down South and then overseas.

The Franklin Mills Store has been modernized, so it is light and bright and clean and filled with beautiful things.

Aunt Pat and Harley  Chick, just inside the front door of the mill.

Aunt Pat and Harley Chick, just inside the front door of the mill.

We took a selfie–yes, I admit it–but Harley Chick emailed it to me and now I can’t find it on my computer.

I will keep trying, but let me just say we looked very young for our age and especially beautiful that morning.

Radiant, even.  And slender.

I found some fabric for this guy:

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And some fabric for this kid:

Harley Chick selected fabrics for graduation gifts for two of her nieces and she let Aunt Pat and I help.  Fun, fun, fun!

I found a yard of gray fabric for the mystery quilt, too.

And then we defied construction zones and street repaving to end up here:

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Around the corner of this building was a deli where we ate lunch.  I had the best eggplant sandwich I’ve ever eaten in my entire life and I want to go back and eat another one.  Or two.  And take one home for the next day.

Aunt Pat told us about her Halloween experience, where she handed out over 1000 pieces of candy.  One thousand.  Her town had closed off her street, where neighbors had popcorn machines, cotton candy machines and movies shown on the side of the house next door.

It all sounds great if you’re six years old, but standing at the front door for five hours giving out candy?

We felt her pain.

A little inspiration from inside of Emma’s:

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And a peek at Sammy’s Christmas gift:
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Thanks, Harley Chick and Aunt Pat!!!  I had the best time and hope we can do it again.

Because I really need more fabric.

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sarge was here and banjo man gives thanks

Sarge likes to drive at night, so he arrives home in the wee hours of the morning, before dawn.

He loves Thanksgiving.

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Visiting with Grandma.

Banjo Man had a list of “Things For Sarge To Do That Banjo Man Can’t Do Because Of His Knee Surgery”.

Needless to say, this kept Sarge busy on Friday.  He climbed into the attic to put poison up there, he cleaned the gutters and he raked leaves.

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The old guy raked leaves and the young guy carried the cans of leaves to the compost pile.

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Sometimes they goofed around.

And then Sarge escaped for a lunch date with a former girlfriend who is now a competitive body builder.

When he came home he was exhausted.

Body builders will do that to you.  So I’ve heard.

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He slept until 4 AM and then disappeared into the night to head back to New Jersey.

Thanks, Sarge, for all of the help.

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giving thanks for family and friends

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Mayme and Ginny have the Pilgrim spirit!

We had another wonderful Thanksgiving, thanks to the special people in our lives.

Banjo Man always has new recipes he wants me to try, so this year I indulged him by making “stuffing in a bundt pan”.

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This made  Banjo Man very happy.

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We didn’t starve.

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Mayme spoiled us with shrimp, cheese and sausage before dinner.

Nancy and Mike made the yam casserole (yummy!).

Ginny created her usual jaw-dropping desserts.

And then the annual games began, men against the women, no holds barred, screaming allowed and cheating banned.

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Look how serious they are.

They lost.

Twice.

The women laughed.

Because Thanksgiving is all about the food…and the games.

Hope your day was filled with food and fun!!!!

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loving this wednesday

The day before Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days.  I get to organize groceries (and Banjo Man) and make big messes and cook tons of food and listen to music all day long.

Heaven.

My newest favorite Pandora station is “Laurie Lewis”, a California folk singer.  The best singers pop up on that station.  I write down the songs I love–I keep a notebook by the computer–for future purchases.  Yesterday afternoon I almost knocked over the iron twice while leaping from the sewing machine to the computer to see who was singing those beautiful songs.

I did eventually move the iron and the darn cord that kept tripping me.

And I bought three cd’s.  But don’t tell Banjo Man.  My song addiction is becoming too obvious.

So many songs, so little time…

Anyway, back to the pre-Thanksgiving festivities.

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Sarge arrives tonight.  He might drive home right after work or he might take a nap and then drive home in the middle of the night.  We never know.  But in case he is hungry when he arrives I have made one of his favorite meals:  beef and pepperoncini.  Two chunks of beef roast, one large jar of pepperoncini and a container of beef broth go in the crock pot.

Cook on high for hours.  Or whatever.

If I make it the day before, I refrigerate the broth separately (after cooking) and skim the fat that has risen to the top.  But there isn’t much fat in this dish so I don’t worry about it too much.  If I have the time I will remove the stemmed tops of the peppers.

It can be served open-faced on toasted sourdough rolls, topped with cheese and broiled.  With the “au jus” on the side.  Or in a sandwich piled high with pepperoncini.  Or just in a big bowl of beef and broth, with bread for sopping up juice.

I’ll let Sarge decide.

I’m really looking forward to this Thanksgiving.  Sarge’s Pictionary skills are unrivaled, the usual friends gathered around the table are hilariously competitive when it comes to the post-dinner games, and daughter NancyK and husband Mike will join us this year (NancyK got the day off, hurray!).

I’m grateful for all of it.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!!!!

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checking in

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This tile sums up my dobro lessons.

Five weeks after hauling my 300 pound dobro down (and up!) a flight of stairs to the basement of the local music store for my Tuesday lessons with “Buddy”, I remain dazed and confused.

Buddy is great.  My brain is not.  Neither are my fingers.

I spend a lot more time trying to conquer the dobro than I do on my computer.

Hence the Blog Silence.

I have also spent a lot of time working on my latest quilt.

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I spend more time auditioning quilting ideas onto tracing paper than I do on my computer.

I have loved the hours spent on Pinterest searching for the perfect quilting patterns to fill in a lot of white space on this particular quilt.

It has been a challenge of the very best kind.

The quilt isn’t perfect, but it’s coming along nicely.  I’ve learned a new design called “Celtic Bubbles”.   Every day I’m glad I bought my fancy sewing machine eleven years ago.  I’m grateful for my thread collection.  And my special gloves.

And I’m very, very, very glad I bought this:

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This strip of lighting I installed on my machine has made quilting possible.  I can see what I’m doing without the wobbly magnifying glass I have duct taped to the sewing machine and that keeps falling off into my lap.

I will post again soon, I promise.  The quilt will be finished this weekend, I have a new song to learn for Jeff and part of my dobro homework involves tabbing “Red River Valley” in three different positions and memorizing each one, along with bass notes.

Gulp.

I have no delusions that any of this will be easy.

But it’s so good to be retired!!!!

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the power of fabric

Banjo Man shared this New York Times article with me just now and I just had to share it with you.

It’s a story from World War II and an American soldier who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

And yes, it’s about the power of fabric and a connection that lasted 70 years.

Click here for NYTimes story about a pilot and holocaust survivors reuniting.

If the link doesn’t work, cut and paste this address, or click on it.

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New York Times

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death to mickey

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I went to three stores on  Sunday before finding the right stuff.

Thank you, Home Depot, for having two boxes of the prebaited, disposable rat killer left.

I bought three boxes (total of 12 feeding stations) of the prebaited, disposable mice killer, too.

One can’t be too complacent when it comes to the mice in our attic.  Sometimes I think they are immortal.

I despise the little creatures.  They get in our attic, they get in our cars, they make noise and…I want them all dead.

Now all Banjo Man and I have to do is carry a very heavy ladder upstairs and venture up into the attic (ick!!!!!) and crawl around (more ick!!!!) to leave the poison where our hopefully stupid and hungry mice will wolf it down like it is Halloween candy.

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the time of year for stuff to disappear

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Last Friday I gathered up the bags of clothes I so ruthlessly culled from closets and plastic bins and headed north to deliver them to the Salvation Army.

It is that time of year.

We are also going through shelves and closets and boxes of books.

They’ll be donated to the library for someone else to read and enjoy.  Do you remember the thrill of finding a special book in a used bookstore or at a library book sale?

Well, it’s time to give those thrills to someone else.

At least that’s what I tell Banjo Man when he becomes overly sentimental about a fifty-year old smelly paperback.

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the one and only

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Sammy hasn’t figure out how to be scary yet.

Which is fine with me.

Because he is so cute!

His parents brought him to trick-or-treat Saturday night.  He was more interested in my Halloween decorations than acquiring candy or treats.

He was our one-and-only trick-or-treater because we live in an area with very few children and we are at the end of a very dark and long driveway.

Sammy likes to very patiently take things apart and put them back together again.  I think he’s going to be an engineer.  He sat on my lap and carefully dismantled this box.  The acorns were his favorite part.

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And then the “scary” skeleton accepted a cheese stick (his favorite), gave me a kiss and went on his way.

Thanks for stopping by, Sam!

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it’s good to be king

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Banjo Man and three members of his nursing staff.

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