Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Proof of Maturity

Today, Iain received his first credit card offer.

Good job, Citibank. Very responsible.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

New Quilt

The quilt I made for us many years ago (10? 15? I made it in California so that would have to be...more than 10) has begun to unravel. It's tearing away from the binding on Charles side, the Japanese fabric has faded to a dull, pinkish-gray, and the white isn't so white anymore.

We need another. But we like the pattern. And the fabrics. In fact, we liked everything about it. So I'm making a new quilt with the same pattern and even some of the same fabric.

The top you see above (minus strips of blue and white edging that I added later). I finished the back yesterday. Now I need to find a nice, big open space to make the "sandwich." If we're lucky, it'll be on the bed by September.

When completed, that will make 2 quilts this year. The first was a gift, and a secret until June.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

More Fun With Screenshots

Above, part of the description of a condo. Looks nice, doesn't it? I've always wanted an "environment of modern sheik."



Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Adjustments for First Grade

Iain starts first grade next year. In preparation for this momentous event (and what we hope will be a heavy burden of homework (!!)), we've made some changes to his room.

Above, we stacked two IKEA bookshelves (hackhackhack) and attached them to the wall. The idea is that the shelves won't fall forward if pulled on by some foolish young person. Behind the door you can see that we've mounted a whiteboard/corkboard combination for him to record his triumphs.

He also needed a desk. He specifically requested a drawer. We looked at a local mid-century modern vintage place and loved much of what we saw there. But not, so much, desks. Iain liked one desk - teak, with a locking drawer and cabinet, both employing an old-fashioned skeleton key. He dreamed of the privacy of locking his things away. I dreamed of the nightmare of finding that key.

But in the end we bought him a simple, modern desk with two drawers. It's not world-class furniture but it will do for now. He added a lamp and some colored pencils to make it his own.

Monday, June 30, 2014

OK, sooo....

We're planning travel to the UK next summer. Tonight, I started by looking at places to stay in Edinburgh. Above, part of a listing on VRBO.

Obviously, it's just a typo. But when you read it in a Scottish accent...it's kind of funny.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Weather Update

Because you needed to know: yesterday (for the record: June 17) it rained.

And by rained I mean poured.

Now, those of you who live in southern areas are all, "So what?"


Temps dropped from the high 80s to 49 degrees. Forty-nine. Later, after lunch, a heat wave spiked that mercury to 57. Woot!

And this morning it's 47. Sunny and gorgeous but COLD. On June 18!

[Charles's birthday, I should add.]

Tuesday, June 17, 2014


Above, Larry being Larry. In other words, checking his phone at dinner. Probably linking to stuff on Facebook. He does that.

But where were we? At Harvest, of course. On our first "dine out" night (translation: DON'T EAT THE FISH!) (Actually, the AP likes to give the food service people a break twice during the reading. They don't make dinner and we all go out to eat.) we visited Proof on Main again. I tried moonshine. It was great (tasted like butter) (the definition of "great")(I am using a lot of parentheses tonight).

On our second "dine out" night we took the downtown trolley to Harvest, a farm-to-table restaurant in the NuLu neighborhood. It's cute - Louisville's own teensy little Brooklyn.

The cocktail above? A Kentucky Champagne. Ale 8 (nectar of the Gods) plus bourbon plus a twist. Quite tasty! Before that Larry and I revisited our affectionate regard for Eagle Rare bourbon.

If you happen to be in Louisville, Harvest is pretty good. The meat platter (all kinds of BBQ-ish stuff), the fried chicken, the steak. It's all good. The grits are weird. Don't order those. Also, if you sit at the crazy table made of a slice of tree, watch your drink. The table isn't flat so your cocktail might just...slide right off into your lap.

Didn't happen to me, of course. But only because a nimble-fingered waitress dipped her knees as she passed and caught the darn thing.