Friday, December 23, 2011

Day 37, 63 to go: Family address stickers


Tracking large Catholic family
Over 10 years ago, long before there was Facebook or even myspace, I set up some family websites at myfamily.com.  It has been a great way to communicate with my numerous siblings, their kids and my mom.  We only have to post our news once, rather than making a bunch of phone calls or having separate emails to update each other. The threaded conversations have been amazing-- enlightening, entertaining, touching, and mostly encouraging.

We have been able to post pictures, have a running calendar of birthdays, anniversaries, graduations etc.  There is a feature that allows us to make up polls.  (Wanna know our favorite Christmas specials?) We can share files, recipes, jokes, stories and generally keep track of each other despite distance and asynchronous schedules.

Early on, I assembled a Word document that everyone could download to print out address stickers for our immediate and extended families.  We have not been at all good about updating it.  One of my sisters (Borg #6 of 8) requested an update, so I have been working most of the day trying to gather information from various sources to update it.

Looking at all that has changed over the last 10 years has been a fascinating exercise.  So many of our cousins’ children have moved out on their own and started families.  My sisters (#5 and 6) have had 4 kids between them who were not even imagined the last time the list was updated.

In the extended family, we have lost several aunts and uncles and some of my parents’ cousins.  People have moved from their family homes to senior living arrangements – or in with their children.  It’s just the circle of life which comes into sharp focus when you look back at 10 years in one document.  So the thing I am making today is not especially crafty, but it is a gift of love for my family as I try to organize the information for the next few years.  I will try to do this annually if I can from now on. 

When I am done, we should be able to have a general idea of where we are, where the college-aged nieces are,  all of our first cousins' addresses (including the priest in Kenya), some of their kids, some 2nd cousins and assorted family friends.

I realize that I will be tempting Murphy’s law when I upload it.  I will just be daring the Fates to change some information.  Hopefully they will be some good changes.  Our Aunt Marion died over the weekend at the ripe old age of 96 (the funeral was Monday) and it was hard for me to remove her from the list.  It helped that I could add some of her great grandchildren though. 

So I have spent the day thinking about how our families evolve over time—even if the family of choice is cats.  When I logged onto Facebook this evening, I learned that 2 women I used to work with died.  Both were much younger than I am and had children—aged 10, 13 and 15.  Just so sad and such a shock.  I feel for their children who will endure this anniversary every year at Christmastime.   

I know some of how they feel.  When I was flipping through channels earlier, I came across a memorial service at Arlington National Cemetery on C-span for the 270 people who died during the bombing of Pan Am 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland on December 21, 1988.  I know exactly where I was when I heard the news that two of our friends returning from a college semester abroad had been murdered.  Sudden unfathomable death out of time and right before Christmas.  I listened as they read the names of 268 strangers and two friends during that ceremony. 

And then we had birthday dinner for my sister (#7 of 8).  She was a year or two older than those girls who died.  I know how lucky I am to have all 7 of my siblings and my mom—all healthy (knock wood) at Christmas, not to mention the Gang of 11  nieces and nephews, many of whom have been wearing new pajamas this week.

I should be done with this list soon and hope to return to our regularly scheduled craftiness.

Hug your loved ones, (especially the catlings) and tell them how you feel about them.  Time is short. And it’s Christmas/Hanukkah/Festivus. 

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Day 36, 64 to go: Crocheted lacey hat


Hat-to-be
It was a long day on the bus.  No internet access.  Some crocheting.  And lovely chatting with my seatmate who was on her way from Philly to Detroit.  I do not envy her time on the bus.

So I got this hat started.  It doesn’t look like much but should be more hatty in the next day or so. 

The gnomes are not making themselves.  They did not fit into my suitcase, so I will get back to them when I get home.  Very little fit in my suitcase, and it turns out it’s just as well.  I arrived in “dahntahn” Pixburgh just as torrential rain started blowing sideways.  I was soaked through in about 3 minutes.  As I unpacked tonight, I learned that my hot pink rolling suitcase is not remotely waterproof.  So at least the gnomes are warm and dry back home on my kitchen table. (And probably under a cat or  two)

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Day 35, 65 to go: Dotted tree skirt

Volleyballs, Snowballs, Jingle Bells
Those gnomes still have not made themselves.  And Xmas is coming awfully soon isn’t it?  I will spend much of tomorrow on a bus, so that means more hat-crocheting. 

Once I get to my mom’s I am gonna have to make a lot of gnomes…

In the meantime, here is the tree skirt I have actually finished.  Remember those failed volleyball pajama bottoms?  Here is a tree skirt for that niece.  I was quite taken with the print on this fleece.  It was only later I realized it could be taken for a barrage of volleyballs…or snowballs…or jingle bells? 

Day 34, 66 to go: Polka dot and Blackhawk jammies


Fifi and I both object to combat jammies.
I tried to cut out these jammy bottoms, but Felicity weighed in with some serious objections to the design and did whatever she could to interfere with my cutting them out.  (She did not involve herself at all when I was cutting out the pink and green polka dot fabric)

Peacenik that I am, I really had to try not to look at this as I was stitching these together.  (They were a gift for someone I knew would love them the minute I saw this fabric.) 

Blackhawks and Camo. Blecch!
This was an important experiment for me.  Who knows what other fabrics I might have to work with despite my aesthetic and philosophical objections? 

So here are the finished ones.  (Closing my eyes so I don’t have to see—like the Burl Ives snowman in Rudolph when the Bumble comes along.) 





Girly peacenik non-combat jammies



And here are the pink and green polka dot jammies I knew I would not be able to resist rick-racking.  I have been wearing these for the last couple of days and I LOVE em.  Could they be any more opposite the ones above (that I still can't look at)? 



Or maybe it was just because they are so soft.



It took me several tries to get the shot of the rick-rack because Fergus apparently wanted to be in the picture too.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Cut off from the world

My DSL and Landlines are down.  I feel so cut off from the world!  I made a couple of pairs of jammy bottoms yesterday and will post --and catch up on missed days when service is restored.  The soonest Verizon can come is Tuesday.  Any time between 8 am and 8 pm. 

Hopefully I will use my time off line well.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Day 33, 67 to go: Polka Dot jammies


You know what? It takes an awful lot of time to wrap parcels for the mail.  Maybe it would have gone faster if I had just plopped stuff in boxes, but I was trying to keep the weight down, so I wrapped things in kraft paper. That, and taking them to the post office used up the better part of the afternoon.  Felicity and Fergus had advised me that I had better not even think about returning home without food for them.  So I hiked down to Petco to get them their “age-defying” food.  

Polka dots begging for rick-rack
They were quite happy and expectant when I returned and are now back to defying their ages once again.  It makes me feel old having cats who are age-defying.  Fergus is not quite 11, but I am not feeding them 2 different formulas.  I figure it makes up for the extra time Felicity was on regular adult waiting for Fergus to be old enough for “active longevity” at 7 years.

I cut out a pair of pajamas for myself today.  This pink and green polka dot fabric has been calling out to me.  I didn’t finish them, but it won’t take long in the morning.  I will have to post a picture when I finish.  I think I hear rick-rack calling. 

As I went to write this post, I read that Christopher Hitchens died tonight.  It’s an odd coincidence because I had been on the phone with a friend for hours talking about god-knows-what.  The discussion ended on him because her father had survived the same cancer diagnosis.  Her dad is still alive and kicking 10+ years after his treatment.  She seemed to think Hitchens might have the same luck.   I had hoped he might because he has 3 kids who are pretty young.  I just hate it when parents die while their kids are still children.  We had that in my family and it really sucked. 

I am grateful I got to know Hitchens’ writing while he was alive.  He was brilliant, articulate and belligerent.  I relate. 

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Day 32, 68 to go: Cranberry White Chocolate Cookies

Pink Cookies
I’ll have you know I am really taking the discipline of this 100 days of making seriously.  Several things transpired today to suck up a lot of time and prevent me from making anything.  But I knew I wouldn’t sleep if I hadn’t gotten anything made. (I did finish putting buttons on yesterday’s nightshirt, but that felt like “finishing”, not “making” to me.)

So, I made this batch of Cranberry White Chocolate cookies.  I got the recipe from my sister (Borg #8 of 8)  I love the juxtaposition of the tart cranberry flavor with the white chocolate chips, particularly because some of the chips get lightly toasted and have almost a burned butter flavor to them.  #8 makes them with Craisins, but I use fresh chopped cranberries.  She also uses only half as many chips.  What can I say? I like a flamboyant cookie. 

VBPT with pink spoonula and dough
I thought I should introduce the VBPT here just for the record.  This is my dearly beloved Kitchen-Aid mixer which was a gift from my second cousin Vince a few years ago. It was so sweet of him to accommodate my love of pink by choosing this particular model.  (Felicity says “hello” by the way.  She just climbed onto the table and plopped her very-loudly-purring-self down in front of me between my arms as I type.  Not to be outdone, Fergus just came by and swished my shin with his tail.  All of this cat love! Not that they were anywhere to be found all night.  But now that there is something to interfere with, here they are doing their duty as Hall Monitors.)  Anyhow, the VBPT stands for “Vinnie’s Big Pink Thing,” which was what this mixer got dubbed when it arrived.  The name stuck. “Kitchen-Aid” and/or “Stand Mixer” just didn’t have the same panache as naming conventions. 

Pink teakettle and tongs at rear.


What this has to do with anything is that I was making this dough in the VBPT, scraping the sides with this pink spoonula, grating orange rind into the dough with a pink-handled rasp grater and then using pink-handled teaspoons, dropped the dough onto the pink silicone cookie sheet liners.  I was just enjoying the pinkness of my kitchen—and the pinkness of this particular dough as the cranberries tend to tint it.  These cookies would be great with tea made in my pink tea kettle, but not at 1:30 am which is when I am typing this—with the help of Felicity who is still purring, though not as loudly.  She is sitting on my mouse which is on the hot pink mouse pad, of course!  








 
Mom got this recipe from a lady at church. They are yummy.

Ingredients:

1 c margarine or softened butter
1 1/2 c sugar
2 eggs
1 t vanilla extract
2 c flour
1 t baking powder
1/2 t salt
1/4 t baking soda
2 c quick oats
1 c coarsely chopped fresh or frozen cranberries. (OR 1c craisins simmered in 50% diluted cranberry juice for 5 -7 minutes)
1 T grated orange peel
1 pkg (12 oz) white chocolate morsels. (Borg # 8 of 8 prefers only 6 oz)


Directions:


  1. Cream butter and sugar. Add eggs. Mix in vanilla.
  2. Combine flour, baking powder, salt and soda, 
  3. Add flour mixture to creamed mixture. 
  4. Stir in oats, cranberries and orange peel. 
  5. Stir in morsels.   
  6. Drop by rounded teaspoonfuls 2" apart on parchment paper covered airbake baking sheet. 
  7. Cookies are done when tops are golden and some of the white chips are golden as well.
  8. Immediately store in a waxed paper-lined airtight container with sheets of waxed paper or parchment to separate layers


Bake at 375 for 10 minutes.