It's midnight Sunday, a new week is beginning.

 Get a cuppa, let's chat and catch up shall we!

Recently, the problem-child quilt top was finally fixed.  Several lines of quilting were removed, the turned block was corrected, the top unpinned, and new lines were drawn on.  Now it's re-pinned and I'm ready to try again.  (Note to self:  Sometimes the free hand method is NOT the way to go).

 The Butterball was finally roasted today.  It's been in the freezer for a year, so I figured it was time.

 Has anyone ever used this particular seasoning?  It looked interesting to me.

Certainly not the prettiest bird on the table, but the oven bag method was used.  Next time we'll try the brown bag baking method with butter.  My pal Paul does his that way and it's always tasty and browned to perfection.  This one will make great soup later in the week.

Marcie, this photo is for you.  I remembered to put a pan under the strainer when transferring the gravy from the roaster.

Awhile back, Marcie Patch told the story of making gravy during a busy family holiday meal.  In order to remove the lumps, the gravy was poured through the strainer sitting over the sink.  However, someone forgot to put a bowl under it, and there went the gravy.  I still laugh every time I stir gravy, so thank you Marcie.

 Here's Dolly lying directly behind me as I carved the turkey, patiently waiting for "her share".

After discovering that dear friends had a baby girl, I pulled out one of my "seed cans" and put this top together.

Seed cans are tins I've had for years which hold various pieces that can be assembled quickly.  In this case, 2" pink and light squares.  Perfect for 9 patches.

The child's last name is Rose, so a tiny rosebud print was found.

There's the recap in a blink.  Now we're off to join the holiday rush!

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Wishing you all the good food and family fun

our wonderful American holiday has to offer.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Just dropping in . . .

to wish you all a humorous day.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

The thinnest cake ever.

A new thrift store cookbook, offered a new chocolate cake recipe.

My first clue should have been the term "thin batter", evidently a synonym for "really skinny cake".

Or could it be that the baking powder is old??

Luckily, there's a solution . . . lotsa frosting.  "The thicker the frosting, the higher the cake!"  You can quote me, it's true.

Today's gray and dreary forecast is offset by Fall color.  Cooler temps are coming in and I hear some states North and West actually got snow.

Please drive safely if winter weather visits your neighborhood.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Photos from the blacksmith auction

Every year, the folk school auctions donated items to support the blacksmith building, etc.

It's a fun way to spend an afternoon while meeting up with friends.

 Beautiful ironwork, woodwork and quilts are just a few of the items donated.

 This trivet displays the folk school motto, "I sing behind the plow."

 A peep at the mountains covered in color.

 The newest classroom building, almost finished.

Luckily, my camera had the long lens on to capture this wee fellow.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

It took 2 days, but I finally got it right.

For some reason, every time I work on something electrical, it takes 3 times longer than normal.

 The corner light off the front porch has not worked well for over a year.  After finding several new lights in a porch bin, I decided to replace the original.

Multiple trips up and down the ladder ensued.  This light was wired in, screwed in, and tested not once, but twice.  And still one bulb would not work. 

 On the second day, I cut a rubber gasket from a car mat, chose a second fixture, aligned the holes correctly, taped it together, and went up the ladder once again.

 Wired everything in very securely, and standing at a precarious angle, screwed the whole thing down.  The extra gasket helps seal the fixture well, preventing moisture from entering.

 Climbed back down, turned it on, and finally . . . it worked.

 It's a long drop on this side of the house.  After falling off a small ladder 3 weeks ago and hitting the cement floor, ladders are not my favorite thing right now.  However, the gutters needed cleaning badly, so it had to be done.

The last of the pumpkins have been picked.  It's been so warm, they were allowed to grow a bit longer.  This year, the plan is to bury them in the garden in one location and mark the spot so I know where the seedlings will start coming up come spring.

Halloween is over with Thanksgiving fast approaching.  That means Christmas is coming up fast.  Oh boy, I'd best get busy.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .

Just like Bilbo, we set off for an adventure

this morning to the Mennonite Market.

 They no longer had potatoes; however, since it was warm through October, plenty of other vegetables were available.

 These pink porkers will no doubt provide a holiday feast.

 Twin lambs, too cute.

 Notice this friendly bovine had her head through the fence wire. 

 But wriggled back out once I got closer.

 Coming home through the Ocoee gorge, the last of Fall color whizzed by.

 Thankfully, I wasn't driving, just taking pictures.

 If the day had been a bit less cloudy, they would have shown up better.

Ahh well, it's always nice to view the best of mother nature on the other side of the mountain.

Until then, keep stitchin' . . .