Thorsday Howloween

UntitledHappy Thorsday, Howloween, Thankful Thursday and little friday!  Do pop over to the girls’ blog and read their Taco Faerie fairy tale.  It makes their mish-mash of costumes almost make sense – ALMOST.  Evidently, Sissy only pays attention to Fudge‘s stories… and you’ll have to click over to figure out what THAT means, if the link between their costumes doesn’t puzzle you enough.

UntitledI have to thank Houndgirl for Gg’s costume.  Oddly, once she gets it on, she actually likes it.  Who would have thought?!  She’s a cute little taco, and she had fun prancing around the yard in her costume.  Thanks, Kari!

UntitledThe DIVA wasn’t feeling the tiara.  I guess she didn’t want anyone to mistake her for a faerie princess?  And after I went to the trouble of matching her wings to her favorite crown!  Such is the life of a costumer for doggy DIVAs!

I’m thankful for my sweet, indulgent dogs.  We won’t dwell on Sissy’s new, bad habit of raiding the pantry when we aren’t home in the evening.  She’s been showing off her “I can open the pantry!” skills for a while now, and we’ve scolded her… clearly to no avail.  Friday night when I got home, I found a one pound bag of red hots in the doorway to our bedroom.  We’re still finding red hots!  Last night, we came home to find the box of saltines in the middle of the kitchen floor… with one sleeve missing.  The Knight found it on the floor, on his side of the bed… with lots of cracker crumbs.  Hem.

Anyway.  How’s the cracker crumbling in your world?




Dud or Doosie

Long, long ago, I began blogging so I could participate in swaps.  It’s been a while since I’ve been in a swap, but the awesome Kathyb hosts a great swap and this was fun.   

UntitledThe envelope arrived from Katherine.   It was filled with goodies.  The rules were simple; replace what you take with something of equal value, but if you open the closed package inside, you have to take what’s within.

I’m not good with not knowing, so…  I opened the little envelope.  As the writing on the outside suggested, there might be something neat or not inside.   I don’t know who put the item in there, but thank you!

UntitledI like the little project bag, and I also took the rusty orange – er, squash – Skinny Dyed Cotton.  Pardon the quick, sloppy photo, but doesn’t it scream fall? 

What does it want to be? 

In Wen news, I cleansed again yesterday afternoon.  I used 6 pumps initially, rinsed, and then put 2 pumps on the “ponyail” section as more of a conditioner, let it marinade for a while, then rinsed.

Today, it’s drizzly.  My hair is a little frizzy, but my scalp didn’t tingle and it’s not greasy so far today.   I honestly don’t know whether I’ll Wen again tomorrow or not.  Maybe the bottom half of my hair looks a little healthier, but I’m not sure.   I really expected to either love Wen or hate it, and … thus far, I’m ambivalent.   I don’t know whether I’d classify Wen as a dud or a doosie!

Now…  A New Leash on Death was definitely a doosie.  Susan Conant’s Dog Lovers Mysteries are new to me, and no surprise, this dog lover loved the first book in the series.  It’s not a new series, and I found myself laughing at the pay phone reference early in the book, but the author knows a thing or two about the world of dog shows, and about dogs.  I’ve already started the second book in the series.

Any duds or doosies in your world?



Saint Nick

There’s so much loss right now in the doggy bloggy community.  Please visit Marjie and her family and Sue and her pack to wish them sympathy.

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Nick, Christmas 2007

Last Thursday, the inlaws’ sweet St. Nick, aka: Nick, Nu-nu made his journey to the Bridge.  He would have been 13 later this month.  I’ve known many shelties, but Nick was the only black and white one I’ve had the pleasure to meet.   Nick was ready for his journey; he’d battled bladder stones for years, and had been completely deaf for several months.  In the end, his mobility was the issue.  He was having more and more trouble getting up and was falling regularly.  Thursday morning, his feet went out from under him and he couldn’t stand even with assistance in the house.

It’s always too soon when a beloved pet leaves us, but what an honor it is to know such loving, happy creatures.

Warp and Weft

The weavers out there are already anticipating the contents of this post.  Let me set the record straight; I don’t weave, I don’t plan to weave, and despite Basically Bloggless Susan’s patient efforts, I’m still not entirely clear on anything more than that warping a loom is a good thing, and weft is another weaving term she’s defined for me at least six times.

(But first, how do you spell bloggless?  I’ve spelled it double “g” and not, and my spell checker isn’t happy either way.  While we’re at it, let’s settle on the preferred spelling for bloggiversary too.)

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In the meantime, ooh and ahhh over BBS’s weaving finished results.

Now class, who can tell me what – or whom? – inspired each scarf?

August 2013 003We’ll start with the trickiest first.  It’s a perfect off-white, and that’s your only hint.

Yeah, this one is all me.  I’ll be sporting this scarf as soon as the temperature drops below 60 degrees, and regularly so.   Does anyone other than Susan remember that I was hooked on “winter white” in the spring?  It’s a great color for me.  I’m too pale to wear black alone near my face, and a really crisp white is perhaps even worse.  But temper either just a bit and I’m golden.

And I love brocade.  I don’t know what this pattern is REALLY called, but it reminds me of a brocade, and that makes me happy too.

Well-done, BBS!  I actually did wear it for a couple of photos, but they were post-workout, so… just take my word for it.  I love *MY* scarf.

There’s your next hint.  There are three scarves, and I am of the mind they are all for me.   BBS or Auntie Sus as the fur-girls call her, did tell me she had the girls in mind as she wove, which led to the girls’ assertion that we EACH received a scarf.

Of course, next up has to be the DIVA and her scarf – or as I prefer to look at it, the scarf she and her royal purple inspired.

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Isn’t that stunning?  I love the blues and purples and wines, offset by the black.  It will go with so very much of my colder weather attire, not that I’m wishing away summer.  (It seems to be leaving of its own free will.  What strange weather we’ve had in 2013.  I’m still worried about late hurricane season.)

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Anyway.  DIVA’s scarf.  Yes, she’s wearing it as a belt.  Weren’t you paying attention when I said I snapped these photos post-workout?  Sis pants on her walks, and then cools down with ice chips, so … the scarf was modeled somewhere safe and dry.

Plus, it didn’t cause her to overheat.  Because I wasn’t trying to get a great “head shot” I was able to wrap, tie, shoot and set her free again in no time.  Oh, the trials and tribulations of amateur doggy model photographers!

So, last but not least is the stunning Gretchen Greer inspired scarf.

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I love the colors in this one too.  It makes me all the more determined to find a kelly green – excuse me, EMERALD green – coat while it is the color of the year!  (Sorry Gg, PANK is your signature color, but Pantone had other ideas for 2013.)

August 2013 005This might be my new favorite photo of the wee one.  She’s very happy with HER scarf, and unlike the DIVA, she’s never been too hot in her life, so she got wrapped up in THE scarf for her photo shoot.

Don’t tell her or her Dadaw, but I think she looks better in the blues and greens than she does PANK, although the PANK does bring out the pink in her pretty little tongue.

Do you look best in your favorite color?

Thanks Susan, for my  our  the scarves.   *I* will enjoy wearing them.  At the moment, they’re hanging with my other scarves, so two certain hairy girls who pant can’t claim your handiwork… not that you’d mind if they did.  Maybe we’ll sport all three of them in our Christmas card photo shoot.  (Which reminds me; I guess I need to schedule a session with one of my photographer friends.  I’ve been saying for years that’s what I want to do, so maybe this is the year!)

Weft is a real word.   PANK is not, except here in the woods, but then we think four-leafed clovers happen because a fairy stepped there (explains why there are so many around here), and I might or not think Gretchen Greer is really a magical creature.

Where’s the magic in your world?

National Lighthouse Day


My only photo of an OBX lighthouse

It’s National Lighthouse Day!  And before you ask, I found this one because I follow something Outer Banks on Facebook, and when I saw photos of my beloved lighthouses, my eyes went straight to the post.

I love lighthouses.  There’s so much symbolism wrapped up in each and every lighthouse, but they also serve(d) a critical purpose on the dangerous coastlines.  I thoroughly enjoy too that each one takes on the flavor of its community and no two look alike.  Most are protected by some sort of foundation and/or are part of a state or national park, so they will be preserved for future generations to enjoy, as long as the funding continues.  (Hint, hint… if you visit or wish you could visit, even a little donation helps!)

alexismurphyfbFor some reason, Lighthouse Day also seems to be the right time to share that a friend’s 17 yr. old niece is missing.   She also works for another League-friend, so to say that this is too close to home is an understatement.   I know most of you are far, far away, but the family does appreciate prayers, good vibes, or whatever sort of positive force you might send their way.   If you are local, please visit my Facebook wall, find the most recent post, share, and keep your eyes open.  Her car was found in a Charlottesville parking lot, when her last known destination was in Lynchburg.

Sunset and evening star

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before – repeatedly – that I was blessed to have the best introduction to serious poetry as a ‘tween.  Between that and the compassionate care my mother demonstrated – and took me along as she did so – for our family, friends and neighbors, the concept of hospice is something I wholly appreciate.

Please bear with me.  Posts are likely to be sporadic again, as I focus on needs right here in front of me.  Cancer is raging in too many lives of those I hold dear.  Their stories aren’t mine to tell, but on Thursday, I learned of two League members I consider treasures… one had finally lost her fight, and another is giving us the gift of her final days so we can assure she knows what a positive impact she has had on the League, on our community.  On Friday, two great patriarchs from families that have been a part of my life for ages both slipped away after very long fights.

There are others.  I honestly don’t have it in me to list all of the people I know who are either fighting cancer or caring for someone who is.  And then, there was a very dear doggy death – not from cancer, thankfully – I haven’t mentioned here either… (His mother isn’t a blogger, but he was a very special companion.)

Because of Mr. Murray’s english classes, I have a death poem for any mood, but today, I give you my favorite poet’s more gentle thoughts.  I wish such a gentle glide into that good night for everyone in hospice care.


Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
  And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
  When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar.


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Thursday was a big day for the Junior League of C’ville (JLC).  I started out the evening at our first new member interest event of the new League year.   I love meeting all the potential applicants!  Each year, I’m re-amazed at the smart, energetic women who are drawn to the JLC, and this year is no exception.

JLC13.618This is my favorite photo from the evening.  I had to borrow it from Facebook as most of  the photos I took had condensation on the lens.  The venue was a little warm; it was a very hot day and the AC was having trouble keeping up with all of us.

I’m on the right, with two board member-friends.  One of the things I love about the League is even when we’re hard at work, we usually manage to have fun!

I scooted out of that event early to make it to our first fundraiser of the year at Trump Winery’s Third Thursday Music Series.

(Yes, THAT Trump.  Mr. Trump bought the old Kluge Winery and this was my first visit since it became Trump.)

The tasting room is a lovely building with an incredible view.   From the first event of the night, I had to drive past Monticello and Ash Lawn-Highland (home of James Monroe, whom one local history buff insists held the original land grant for my property as well) to get to the winery.  I love living in history that people from around the world come to visit, but I don’t take it for granted.

I was soon sipping their incredible Sauvignon Blanc.  I confess… a bottle came home with me.  I didn’t know what I’d been handed, but when I described it to the winery employee as “clean and not too sweet” she nailed it – and granted me a taste to confirm.  (Their chardonnay isn’t bad either; I had a taste of that to rule it out, as those were the two whites they were serving by the glass.)

It was a little hot and humid for hanging out on the patio with friends, but we did it anyway.  I regret that I don’t have photos to share… or not.  Did I mention it was hot and humid?  We were all a little soggy and droopy, but it was great to chat with League members I didn’t know as well as I should!

JLCI did pause on my way home to take a photo.  I regret that I didn’t have my big, good camera with its zoom lens for this one.  The sunset was an incredible PANK.  You can see a hint of the pink in the middle of the photo, where the mountains meet the trees, but the intense colors got lost in transition.  It was a just about perfect evening to have to be two places at once, even with the sweat running down my back.

I wish the events hadn’t been on the same night so that “everyone” could have experienced both of them, but we fell into the Trump opportunity after the invitations had gone out for the interest event.   I kinda’ glossed over my thankfuls yesterday, but I am so very grateful for my past president friend who represented at Trump, and for the darlin’ Membership VP (far left, top photo) who not only represented  at the interest event so I was free to leave, but took photos… so the past president could stay at the winery and avoid my double-duty.

Confused?  Well…  said past president is doing a double placement this year.  She’s both past president and League historian, so she quickly agreed to stay at the winery if we’d take lots of photos for her at the other event.  We really have some devoted, dedicated leaders in the JLC, and I’m so glad they’re also friends.

What simple joys have you overlooked today?