LET'S MAKE SOME SCONES....WITH ESSENTIAL OILS!!!

the finished product...light and fluffy...the perfect mate to your favorite cup of tea

 

   So I've got this friend named Kelley, a real loopy loo who I follow blindly for no other reason than that the resulting adventures are worth the wild ride any day of the week.  Anyhoo...a couple months ago I got my annual "sore throat crud" and Kelley immediately claimed she was gonna cure me with some of her hoodoo voodoo...*she's ALWAYS got some kind of hoodoo goin' on.  At any rate, she dragged out a home doctoring kit produced by a company called "doTERRA"...a firm specializing in high grade essential oils.  Well...the oils did help my throat situation...score one for doTERRA...but I was more intrigued by what one could do when cooking and baking with them.  So I ordered up a variety and began experimenting.

   The following effort is the result of countless baking sessions in an attempt to get what I consider to be a pretty fair tasting scone, the flavor of which has been enhanced with doTERRA's essential oils.  However, before I do anything else, I HAVE to give thanks to my personal trainer, Clinton Springer, for volunteering to be my personal "garbage can" during said baking sessions...sheesh!  The poor bugger has eaten so many of these freakin' things I think if I dragged in another bag to the gym he just might charge me double!

JAN'S ESSENTIAL OIL SCONES

Oven: 425 degrees (I set mine at 415 degrees...it runs a little hot)

1 cup flour (I use unbleached flour)

1/4 cup sugar

1 1/2 tsp baking powder

1/8 tsp salt
1/2 stick of COLD unsalted butter (I buy Kerrygold...I fantasize about contented Irish cows)

3 Tbsp heavy cream (buy organic...it lasts longer!)

2 Tbsp beaten egg (I use cage free eggs)

zest of 1/2 lemon (or 1/2 orange)

juice of 1/2 lemon (or 1/2 orange...fruit should be medium size)

10 to 12 drops of lemon (or orange) doTERRA essential oil

1/2 cup dried cranberries (large raisins, dates, dried blueberries, dried plums etc. can also be used)

demerara sugar
parchment paper

basic ingredients and tools needed to complete the task!

 I always begin by getting my fruit zest ready.  Don't go off and buy one of those fancy schmancy citrus zesters at your super market folks...they zest much too fine for this job...head to your bar tools!  A bar zester will give you lovely long strips which you can then cut up into smaller pieces.  Make sure you don't grate into the "pith" of the fruit!  You'll need half of the zest for each recipe you create.  *Note: Your oranges and lemons should be just "medium" sized!

zest from one lemon...bar zester...doTERRA lemon essential oil

So now we're off and running!  Beat up one egg in a measuring cup.  In a second cup measure off TWO tablespoons of the beaten egg...reserving the remaining egg for basting the scones prior to placing into the oven.  To the beaten egg you will now add THREE tablespoons heavy cream.

To the egg and heavy cream mixture you can now add 10 drops of doTERRA essential oil...you choose...orange or lemon!  Both make fantastic tasting scones!!  I can hear you now...TEN DROPS??!!??  Yes...ten drops!  The oils evaporate when exposed to high temperatures...we're after FLAVOR here gang...Clinton didn't eat all those "experiments" for you to doubt me now!

Be a little careful when you're adding your oil...at times the "drops" can come out more than one at a time.

Prepare your dry ingredients.  Into a large bowl combine 1 cup flour, 1/4 cup sugar, 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder and 1/8 teaspoon salt.  I just mix it up a bit with a wooden spoon.

adding the sugar to the flour

At this point you want to add your COLD butter to the flour/sugar mixture.  I always cut the butter into smaller bits...it makes it much easier to "cut in" with the pastry blender.

Cut the butter into the flour mixture with the pastry blender...you'll have to periodically clean off the blender as the butter will cling to the blender tines...keep working until  the result looks like coarse crumbs.

Below, hopefully, you can see the "coarse crumb" effect you want to achieve.

Now go ahead and add the lemon (or orange zest) and the cranberries (or whatever dried fruit you've chosen) to the the flour mixture.  In the photo below you'll see I haven't cut up the lemon zest into smaller pieces...something I learned along the way...long pieces of zest look beautiful in little white ramekins but dreadful when hangin' out your mouth while eating!!!!  ROFLOL

give a little stir to the berries and zest to slightly "coat" them

At this point you can add the juice from HALF of your lemon (or orange) to the egg/cream/oil mixture

Add the wet ingredients to the flour/sugar mixture and stir until moistened...forming a bit of a loose ball shape in your mixing bowl.  The dough is going to be very sticky!!

Here you can see a batch of scones where the zest was cut into smaller pieces...a much better size for eating!

Scoop the "sticky" dough out onto a floured board or counter and form into a nice round shape making sure to NOT overwork the dough!  Overworking the dough will give you scones you can walk across the street to the guys building the new house on that lot that's been vacant forever...they'll use them to pound in roofing nails!  You really shouldn't have to "shape" or "turn" your precious little mound of dough more than 4 to 6 times to get it looking just right!

straight out of the bowl...no "shaping" done to it yet

THIS is what you're after...a sweet little "round" of dough that is about six inches across and about two inches high...yes...I know...all that work for something THAT small????  ARG!  Stop snarling...it's worth the effort...I promise!

Now...here you have to decide whether you're a hoggette or a dainty Fragile Flower of the South....hmmmm....well, normally I'm a FFOTS....but in sconeland I'm a freakin' hoggette honey!  So I cut my precious little round of dough into four pieces...."Flowers" would cut them into six pieces....you decide!

Once you've cut your pieces, place them on a parchment lined baking sheet and brush each one all over with the remaining beaten egg.

If you have demerara sugar sprinkle it liberally on the tops of each scone.  Regular while sugar will do nicely too...I just prefer demerara because the grind is a little coarser and it gives a prettier finish.  I've also made them with flavored sugars as well.

Bake the lot at 425 degrees for about 13 minutes and then cool on a rack.  You might want to watch them toward the end of the baking time...all ovens vary...mine runs a bit hot so I bake mine at 415 degrees for 13.25 minutes...odd, I know, but it works for me!  I can hear you now...hey Jan...can I double or triple this recipe?  Ummm...I can't promise good results...I've never tried it and I never will...multiple batches are just as easy to make as a single batch...don't waste your time and ingredients trying to "save" yourself time. 

If you're interested in essential oils and what doTERRA has to offer, simply go to www.mydoterra.com/justjan.

Once again, the final product...the more you make these the easier they are to pump out...I made nine batches yesterday...and NO poor Clinton didn't get a single one of them...the majority went to sweet Kelley who, I suspect, is attempting to drag others over to her dark side....Lordy!  Is there an essential oil that protects us from whirling dervishes like her????  I ask you????  ROFLOL  Until my next wild ride with her I think I'll just relax now and shove one of these lovelies into my gob, sip some Lady Grey tea, and watch last week's installment of "Mr Selfridge"!

just me...no longer covered in flour and smelling of oranges...jan

Lunch...Laughter...and Squeems...Sooooo Priceless!

So my best buddy from Houston, Debbie Hauglum, sent me a joke dealio this mornin' about some poor woman on an innocent shopping trip.  Said shopper was all hot over some kind of red floppy hat, thinkin' she looked all GORGEOUS in the mirror, when she spied a rack of Spanx products behind her.  OH MY GAWD!!!!  Apparently the hat shopper was new to Spanx...but she was curious!  ROFLOL  I don't have to tell y'all the rest of the tale...we've all been there...moanin' and groanin' in the dressing room with our Spanx...wonderin' WHAT IN BLAZES HAPPENED TO THAT FIGURE I ONCE HAD??????

Good lord...I remember the days when my 5'9" frame weighed in at 128 pounds and I was solid as a rock!  Excuse me while I wipe away the tears dripping down my cheeks along with the snot pouring from my nostrils!!!!  I was a student back then who earned spending money as a swimming instructor.  I wore a wicked mean Speedo folks...when I snapped the elastic at my butt cheeks it freakin' sang!  GAWD...today I'd have to hunt down a humpback whale to find enough hide to cover those same sweet cheeks!

Yeah...forty years, two sons, cancer, and a whackadoodle thyroid later, I'm just a SMIDGEON heavier.  ROFLOL  Now, if you buy that line, contact me...I'll give you my private number...I've got swampland I'm itchin' to unload!  Sure, I've gained poundage...snarfin' down snoballs and strawberry Twizzlers for forty years doesn't keep one svelte!  But there's help for those of us who have beefed up!!  We prideful ladies have the ability to get out there and buy ourselves some of those wonderful products known as "shapewear"!!!

I got my first "shapewear" with Debbie and another cohort, Kathy Berger, when the three of us decided to do lunch one sunny summer day.  Over salad and wine we yammered about this and that and somehow ended up yakkin' about gettin' "properly sized" for bras.  Kathy had just gotten herself "sized" and was literally foamin' at the mouth about one of her primo new bras...claimed she never felt so regal!  Debbie and I hadn't been "sized" in ages so we were game to give it a go...so off to the specialty shoppe we went!

I haven't howled so loud in a dressing room in my life!  The "sizing" bit is a great thing to do...if nothing else, it's VERY enlightening!  The chance that you're wearing the wrong size bra is probably very high...unless you've undergone the sizing experience within the last year.  I was waaaayyyyy off on band size...THAT was a shocker to me...but I digress.  Once we knew what we were shopping for we were off and running...rackin' up all manner of pretty new bras etc...specialty shoppes have THE best crappola!!!!!  

All of a sudden a rather plump young woman came in and began flappin' her yapper about undergarments for her upcoming wedding.  She needed "this" and "that" to enable her to fit into her wedding dress.  She tried on different things and asked our opinions etc.  In no time at all the shoppe ceased to be a retail space and turned into a "girlie party" with women poppin' in and out of dressing rooms showin' each other assorted cha cha items each wanted to purchase.  At one point our bride-to-be sauntered out in a "corset type waist cinching dealio" that intrigued all three of us.  "WHAT is THAT?!!??"  I asked.  The bride laughed and said "It's my Squeem!  I wouldn't go anywhere without it!"  

A Squeem???  Yes...you read that right...a Squeem!  The bride had purchased hers right there in that shoppe!  Immediately Debbie and I asked to try one on...if the bride wore hers 24/7/365 well, WE could certainly wear the dang thing for a couple hours!  OH LORDY!  The shop grew quiet as both Debbie and I, in separate dressing rooms, began to attach the Squeems to our fat riddled frames.  Kathy sat outside the curtained doors on a beautiful velvet couch...howling at the top of her lungs...claiming she was passin' on the Squeem...she'd find some cha cha panties or a to-die-for slip.

It took a bit of doing to get the freakin' thing out of the package, but at last my trembling fingers began to wrap the miracle of miracles around my midriff.  Wait...what in blazes was goin' on??!!!??  The clerk claimed the size she brought me was the PERFECT fit for my measurements.  Holy Crappola Batman!  I swear the thing had to have a 7 or 8 inch gap from side to side!  SOMEHOW I had to hook an entire line of hook & eyes, enclosing myself into the torture device.  Yes, the Squeem is not for the faint of heart...it takes courage to put this thing on...check that...it takes strength... MAJOR strength...the kind that only Stallone and Schwarzenegger possess.   I tugged, I pulled, I ripped two freakin' fingernails clean off, the headband I was wearing pinged off my head, my nose ran, beads of sweat formed on my eyeballs...but at last I managed to get the top hook & eye connected!!  Only forty four more to go!  Then I heard the clerk lightly rap on the wall and whisper "I forgot to tell you to start at the BOTTOM and work your way up to the top!!"

Say What???  I heard a clink on the floor...the clinking was nothing more than chunks of my own brain matter sliding out my left ear.  GAWD  She wants me to start over?!!??  I called out to Debbie..."Yo Deb!!  Did you start at the top?"  Her reply was really more of a snarling hiss followed by some strangled sobbing.  "I'm startin' over again!  Hang in there Debbie!!!  If that plumpy bride can do it so can we!"  All I heard was one long moan and a head banging against the wall.

Hookin' the Squeem at the bottom from the start is the only way to go...however, by the time you pass over your hips you can pretty much kiss all your fingernails goodbye, half the skin on your palms will be chaffed off, and you'll swear you're well on your way to developing nerve damage in your hands.  Once you reach total closure, your breasts, if you're well endowed, will more than likely be sittin' right under your ear lobes...your chin will be where your nose once was...your eyeballs will be sittin' where your eyebrows used to be...and your nose...well...honey...trust me on this one...you don't want to know...just pray for small breasts! 

As I reached total closure and gazed into the mirror I couldn't help myself...the howling started out low...a soft chuckle that grew into racking peals of laughter...then I heard a slow rumble from the other dressing room that turned into wave after wave of uncontrollable snorting and giggling...Debbie was seeing the same thing...a sight so abhorrent neither of us dared to leave our curtained shelter...but both couldn't stop laughing. 

Finally Debbie choked out "Are you gonna buy this damn thing Jan?"  To which I replied "Of course I am!!  This is the best laugh I've had in ages!!  Are you??"  To which she replied "I have to, I'm afraid if I remove it I'll wet my pants!"

Salad & Wine: $15.95
One Squeem: $65
Laughter with the Girls: Priceless

just me...sayin' I haven't worn the Squeem lately...I need to save as much brain matter as possible...jan

Two Sisters, One Card, And Electric Auras Gone Haywire!!

So I've got this whackjob of a sister named Judith (I call her Jude) that I adore who came for a visit a couple months ago.  She arrived in a whirlwind and left the same way...leaving behind what I call "metallic snaps" that have left my home in an uproar.  I have a hard enough time dealing with my OWN electric auras...but now I'm dealin' with Jude's as well!!!  It's a long story...grab a cup of tea...Jude is a freakin' mess folks!

I won't say it started at birth...we didn't have ANYTHING in common with each other until she married her first husband (God rest his soul)...HE was responsible for turning her into a normal human being.  Until the day she floated down the marriage aisle, I had NOTHING to say to her...we were polar opposites.  Yet, in record time, that blessed man turned my sister into a rip snortin',  fun lovin',  laugh a minute gal pal I've got the pleasure to have in my life to the end of my days.

I found out how REALLY funny she was years ago when I was still a university student.  It was my birthday and she sent me a Hallmark card on March 4, 1972....THIS card...a rough and tumble cardboard piece of crappola with a crudely drawn flower on the front surrounded by inky fingerprints...gorgeous?  NOT!

Jude, Jan, and "The Card"

 When I opened it the inside caption read "El Cheapo Strikes Again!"  I immediately began to howl...finding the humor in the sentiment delightful.  THEN I noticed she had forgotten to sign the freakin' thing!!!!  That fact made me howl even harder 'cuz it set my mind to plottin' and plannin'. 

Oh yes...NO ONE was ever going to out-do me!!!!  El Cheapo my eye!!!  HER birthday was just two months later...you can see where this is goin' can't you.  Of course you can!  Naturally I inked up my index finger, planted it among the inside splotches, signed my name, the date (May 13, 1972) and sent it to her with no further description.  Who's El Cheapo now??  The resultant phone conversation was hilarious. 

Fast forward one year...March 4, 1973...guess what arrives in my mailbox?  THE CARD...with another inked up fingerprint...this time signed "Jude March 4, 1973"...OH MY GAWD!!!!  It was at this moment...this treasured nugget of time that I realized my sister and I DID have something in common...a wicked sense of humor...a bond that we would share through thick and thin.  And out of that silly little bit of Hallmark ephemera a tradition was born!  How so???  Well...."The Card" has continued to sail back and forth between the two of us ever since then.  Yes...that's FORTY years of birthdays folks!  Here's some of the proof:

El Cheapo Strikes Again!

After 40 years "The Card" is lookin' a bit tattered but it's still hangin' in there!

Oh...we've missed some years...blocks of time where each has apologized for not gettin' "The Card" in the mail, but promising that whoever had it at the time was keepin' it safe and sound.  This year Jude hand delivered it to me...after HER birthday so there is no chance of me receivin' it in the post next year...but I'm keepin' it safe in the dining room buffet until May, 2013 rolls around!  I think she knows what she'll find in her birthday mail!

Now her visit was PRIMO fun but a tad distressful for poor Jude.  Prior to her departure she had a "treatment" from one of her hoodoo voodoo people (that's what I call them) who waved hands over her body to attempt to connect with her electrical aura...ummmmm...yeah, you read that right.  I can't believe she actually pays people to wave hands over her and then flap their yappers at her...GAWD!  Apparently Jude's "aura" was flyin' all over the place and this woman was havin' one heck of a time reinin' it in and simply didn't get the job done before departure time.  Sooooo when she and her husband (I call him "the Saint") arrived I could probably have used her body (and aura) as a glo-stick that night in the back yard!   Well, the hoodoo voodoo woman must have known sumthin' cuz Jude was takin' out cell phones left and right!  I kid you not!  Every time I turned around she was punchin' on a dead cell phone tryin' to raise up some kind of power.  She even took out mine!  And it was in the freakin' car!  Thank GAWD my husband always has his turned off!  

Exhausted from the drive and not being able to yammer on her cell, she fell prey to a couple glasses of wine and eventually headed up to one of the guest rooms with "the Saint"...lordy but I adore him!   I had the programmable thermostat set at 72 degrees and told them they could also turn on the ceiling fan as well.  Naturally the next morning "the Saint" mentioned that it had gotten pretty hot upstairs.  HUH???  My upstairs is ALWAYS cool!!!  So I tromped up there to check out the thermostat....it was a blazing 85 degrees!  Yeah...JUDE HAD WALKED BY IT!  I reprogrammed it again to 72 degrees.  Unfortunately every time Jude strolled by it her "aura" knocked the dang thing out!  THEN she strolled into the sitting room up there where "the Saint" was quietly watching television...he was behaving...bothering NO ONE...and what does Jude and her freakin' aura do???  YUP!  She futzes up the tv remote!  Lordy!  Without our whiz kids here to straighten matters like that out my husband and I are basically paralyzed!  After a LOT of flicking, switching, and moaning and groaning I was able to fix it and banned her from that room.  

We drove to Waxahachie one night for catfish...she affected the air conditioning in the vehicle.  After awhile I was almost afraid to have her around anymore.  I didn't need HER aura rubbin' off on me.  I have some of these issues myself...although not on such a grand scale.  The only time I've attempted to purchase a lotto ticket the lotto machine broke as soon as I stepped up to the counter.  The clerk said it had never happened before and he'd been selling lotto tickets with said machine since Texas started the lotto.  With me it's SMALL electrical things...I've NEVER taken out an entire air conditioning system before!

Well, Jude's visit came to an end.  We said a teary goodbye in the driveway...hugs all 'round.  I watched her climb into the car and decided to wait there until they had driven out of sight.  Hmmmm...five minutes, the dog was gettin' antsy....ten minutes....what in blazes was "the Saint" doin'???  He finally rolled down the window to explain he was attempting to gear up the GPS...OH GAWD...I strolled up to his window...yup...there was Jude...punchin' the dang GPS and gettin' no where.  Her "aura" was workin' overtime and had taken out their directional device.  The cell phones were still dead.  I couldn't believe it.  I swear I was thinkin' that if there were any justice in the world a black hole would appear somewhere in Texas, Jude's aura would lead them to it, and put them out of their misery...maybe "the Saint" was praying for just that by then!  Needless to say she never did get the GPS to work and snagged a good old fashioned map.  Me?  I heaved a sigh of relief, wiped away a tear, grabbed the dog, and headed into the house....WHERE I'VE BEEN PLAGUED BY JUDE'S LEFTOVER AURA EVER SINCE!  It's taken two months to get the air conditioner thermostat working correctly upstairs...the one downstairs started acting up within five hours of her departure, but that only lasted for a little over two weeks.  The GPS in my vehicle got screwy the first time I attempted to use it after she left...but it's working fine now.  I haven't used my cell phone...perhaps I should check it out???  ROFLOL

just me...vowin' to run from hand waving people who claim they can rein in my aura...jan

Where Bloggers Create 2012...it ain't pretty but it's organized!

Sooo I decided to jump on the bandwagon with everyone else and join the party this year...MASSIVE groan!  When I made the decision I was feelin' all puffed up and rarin' to go...I think Dawn over at Feathered Nest got me all amped into thinkin' I could get my two rooms lookin' like sumthin' the rest of y'all have...GAWD what a massive mistake THAT was! 

I've been pushin' myself weekly through physical therapy to recover from rotator cuff surgery...things have been goin' peachy until this week...hit a snag with the freakin' two pound weights...holy crappola batman! My left arm feels like it's been ripped out of it's socket!  ROFLOL  So draggin' out bits and bobs to "pretty up" my rooms like everyone else just wasn't in the cards.  THEN my dang dog decided to sleep in the small of my back last night...result?  I'm gimpin' around like Gabby Hayes!!!!  I kid you not folks!  If it weren't for walls, banisters, and furniture to clasp onto I'd be flat on my keister!  Yet with all of that goin' on I STILL picked up my camera and plowed on, spending around two and a half hours snapping photos of just how wonderfully organized I am...or anal retentive to those who know me well.  Happy with the results, I snapped open the film card slot to find it EMPTY!!!  

Yeah...you read it right...no film!  So I dragged my behinder downstairs...18 steps...groaning the entire way and commenced to shoving two packages of coconut snoballs into my jaws before I could tramp back up those 18 steps to get the following shots.  They're not the best...I didn't have a lot of time...the freakin' battery died on me.  Soooo if it's "pretty" you want to see, well, head over to Dawn's blog...her entry is LOADED with cha cha snaps!!!  Me?  I'm into sorting, sifting, boxing etc. and then draggin' out my label maker.  I'm the only one I know who buys label maker tape by the ream!

Left hand side of my desktop...LOVE the counterspace!

yeah...that's one honkin' big monitor isn't it?  ROFLOL

Gotta have my printers!  And yes, I have to check out what Napoleon Dynamite says daily!!

 I like to store my "daily grab and use" tools in depression glass pieces...they're pretty hardy  containers!

In this tall cabinet I store needlework and lacemaking supplies on the upper shelves.  The plastic stacked bins are "kitted up" scrapbooking projects that are ready to go whenever I get to them!

This cabinet stores all my collection of ink pads...sorted according to brand and type...naturally! 

Lacemaking books and assorted "tear sheet" binders

Necessary tools for paperwork that I wouldn't dream of adding to the clutter on my desktop.

My "punch drawer" to hold my favorite punches.  I also have a pull out work surface and a specially designed drawer to house 12 x 12 hanging files for paper scraps...it's PRIMO!!

This alcove in my office has been a bit of a challenge.  I've yet to get draperies commissioned for the window, but thanks to Pinterest I know what I want!!!  The furniture houses assorted vintage linens, gloves, flowers, coin purses, and glass pieces.  The bin on the bottom contains ALL of the doilies and crafting laces I possess...don't laugh...I've only been in the mixed media game for a short time!!!

A few items I actually crafted myself...the bird on the box created at a Gilded Life event...the felted crown on the left at the last Paper Cowgirls' event.

Charlottes and buttons...can there ever be enough???

My "comfy" chair...still searching for the perfect side table!  A bit of Feathered Nest's artwork on the door, a sweet bit of glittered petite ballet shoes made with Lisa McIllvain...and some of my own ribbonwork.

A ribbon gallette...I love making these little things!

My beadwork cabinet

I use beads for LOTS of things...to spangle lacemaking bobbins, enhance embroidery and ribbonry, work into paper creations and now toss into the mixed media game...the uses are endless!

Just a little sumthin' I created...hearts with Vicki Stevenson and a resin piece with Leslie Venable.

Into my "Store" room...this is where I house the brunt of my supplies...that's why I call this room "Jan's Store"!  EVERYTHING in here is labeled!!!!  If it weren't I'd never be able to find it!  Between Elfa (and the rest of the crappola that the Container Store sells) and my P-Touch label maker I'm a happy camper!!

These plastic storage drawers house paper collections along with coordinating embellishments.  The central drawers without white labeled fronts hold unfinished projects...yes...I'm groaning!!!

The easiest way I know of to store ribbon...try it...EVERYONE has an old hall tree for pity's sake!!!!

Self-explanatory...the white boxes house needlework threads and silk ribbons...all labeled of course!

Center drawers house scrapbooking supplies...lower shelves: scrapbooking and artwork supplies.

Another work surface with scrapbooking tools.  Cabinet and drawers house art as well as office supplies.

And that covers my two rooms gang...like I said, it ain't pretty...but it's organized...well...until I tear into it when workin' on a project...then it looks like a disaster!  But then y'all know what's that's like don't ya??!!?

just me...takin' my gimpy self down those 18 steps for some coffee!...jan

Le Tour, Olympic Trials, Crafting, Canton, Doll Heads, Agatha Raisin, and oh yeah...I Didn't Die!!!

  Whew!  What a week it's been!  I've been zoomin' gang.  Guess I'd better begin by noting that I made it through my surgery without dyin'!  Didn't think anyone would seriously take notice of my rotator cuff adventure...but when one gets email from Pinterest followers wonderin' what the dealio is...whether I've gone toes up or not, well, I guess that tells me I need to post a tad more often!

   Yeah, things went well surgery-wise.  I've now been through five weeks of therapy...I can beat the crappola out of anyone with a two pound weight!  Ummm...yes, you can say it, I'm NOT dangerous...yet!  It's gonna be about a year they tell me before things are back to normal...ACK!!!!  But I've regained full mobility and that is somethin' to be proud of, so I'm givin' myself gold stars for that.  

   During my "down time" I spent a ton of time reading...thank GAWD for the fact I have two Nooks!  While one was charging, I was burnin' up the other.  I'm goin' through an English murder mystery phase.  Somehow, after plowing through 8 or 9 random reads, I discovered MC Beaton's "Agatha Raisin"...the character is a total scream and I'm now deep into book 19 or 20...bemoaning the fact that there are only a few left to read..."snakes and bastards!" as Agatha would say...I'll probably have to jump over to her "Hamish McBeth" series next.  If you're interested in a delightful tale that's also a quick read, give Beaton a chance...you won't be disappointed!

   On other fronts...I've been attempting to complete some crafting projects, namely the fabric book I started with KC Willis.  I took the class with several sweet friends, all of whom have completed their books ages ago.  The following photos show "my" version of KC's style:

this is my cover...a few bits and bobs given to me from classmates

I call the first two pages my "mother of pearl" pages

these MOP pages were the first ones I worked on in class...took a bit of time to get in the swing of things!

I found a number of the embellishments for the above page in Canton...GREAT place for items like this!

a bit of glitz and glam via Ebay, antique shops, and The Gilded Girls kits!

again, more vintage pieces found at Canton for the above page

this is one of my favorite pages...I just like the way it came together

a rather "soft" looking page...a key to remembrance

could she get any more prim and proper????   I ask you!!!!

oh!!!  this sweet young thing with the virginal apron...ummm...that cigar band in the mother of pearl buckle states "officer's club"...yes...she's really a tart from long ago!  who did she think she was foolin'!!!!

these two gals are go-getters...the little charm says "take the road less traveled"...they've shopped at Eiband's in Galveston, TX and bought milk in Crocket City, Ohio...the two of them DON'T waste time!!!!

this sweet young thing is dreamin' of what's next...and so am I!!!

   Once I got my book completed I figured I needed to replenish some of my crafting crappola and headed out to Canton with fellow nutball Cindy Craine.  We thumbed our noses at 100 degree weather, lathed on sun screen, and commenced to yammerin' and barterin' with vendors under a Texas sun that could sear steaks on concrete.  Below you will find my pickings for the day.  Oh my!!!           

I'm not even gonna say what I spent on this pile of crappola...the lot of it is STILL sittin' on the floor in my "store" room....GAWD....who knows when I'll get it sorted and tucked into appropriate storage spots!

 OH HO!!!!  Can you see it?  Right there in the center of all that hot mess????  Can it be????  NO!  She didn't!!!  She wouldn't!!!!  Holy Crappola Batman!!!  YES!  I DID!!!!  I BOUGHT A FREAKIN' DOLL HEAD!  I can't believe it...I actually caved and bought one!  Although Cindy said it really doesn't count as an "official" doll head 'cuz it's not creepy enough...it doesn't have eyeballs that roll into the back of it's head, it isn't cracked anywhere, and it's not just plain ugleeeee.  But "doll head" is "doll head" in my mind and I feel I've completely crossed over into the dark side ranks formed by these mixed media women...GAWD...there can't be a LOWER level of dark side just for those enamoured of creepazoid doll heads can there?  If so, I don't believe I want to find out!

   Lastly, I've spent time in front of the boob tube watchin' Olympic trials and the start of this years' Tour de France.   I adore watching athletes push themselves to the ultimate limit in order to attain a personal dream. This year I'm givin' snaps to Dara Torres, 45, who attempted to make the swim team for a SIXTH time.  I was a swimmer in my youth (back when God was a child) and I marvel at the fighting form that woman has managed to maintain.  Sheesh!  If I EVEN attempted to crawl into a tank suit today I'd more than likely put out my left eyeball when errant latex might snap back in refusal while I  vainly tried to slide it over one fat thigh...much less a bouncing buttock!

   Le Tour 2012 is well underway...horrific crashes this first week have peeled skin on many and taken several riders out of the competition...something no one ever wants to see.  Many say "it's just a bike race"...to that I say "POSH!"  For the life of me I have NO idea what drives these athletes to  punish themselves for three weeks solid.  I don't pretend to know anything about the technicalities of cycling, however I'm absolutely fascinated by not only the physical strength required in the sport, but the mental engineering each peddler must possess...oftentimes at split second speed.  Witnessing teams work together to maneuver their "star" into perfect position is akin to watching fine ballet moves.  And all of the drama taking place at rather high speeds...with no padding for protection...man and machine...it makes for rather thrilling viewing.  This year I'm hoping England's Bradley Wiggins takes top honors...no reason...well, it would be a nice nod for the queen's jubilee wouldn't it?!??

just me...STILL watchin' the Tour from the couch, NOT trapped on a bike in a trainer...jan