fledge capable of flying, from Middle English flegge, from Old English -flycge; akin to Old High German flucki capable of flying,
Old English flEogan to fly -- more at FLY
intransitive verb, of a young bird : to acquire the feathers necessary for flight or independent activity

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Giving Thanks



Does anyone here remember the sit com "Three's Company"? Stupid 80s stuff, but do you remember Stanley Roper? Anyway, Mr. Roper was this lecherous landlord, who flirted with the hot young things renting his apartments while rebuking the amatory advances of his wife Helen. Mr. Roper, in other words, got hot in the wrong ways at the wrong times in the wrong places.

Much like my stove, also named Mr. Roper.



As such, cooking is not much my thing. But Thanksgiving is the one holiday, much like dear Helen Roper, on which I have to get it on with Mr. Roper as best I can, for better or worse.

With Mr. Ropers's assistance, we've continued our Thanksgiving traditions this year again:

Tradition 1: I burned the apple pie.
Tradition 2: I did not defrost the turkey long enough and opt for Cornish game hens *ahem* "personal poultry".
Tradition 3: Toss the leftovers and head out of town for two days of no cooking.



Thank you, dear friends, for sewing, sharing, caring and being plain groovy.

Happy Thanksgiving (a little late, yeah, but I'm still grateful).

I'd be grateful for any new gas range recommendations you might have, too!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Halloween, is what.

My gal wanted to be "cupid". Cupid? What is a cupid costume? A diaper?

"No, like a girl, who flies around shooting love arrows."

Right. Whatever.

Rummage...rummage...rummage through my fabrics... A bit of red velvet--yes. Black velvet ribbon--okay. Wait, this silvery coated twill--I like the way it looks with the velvet and the ribbon...what about gingham...?

Anyway, this is what I came up with. More of a steampunk love warrior. She was happy. I'm happy. All good.


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