Monday, August 12, 2013

New Interests

I have come across a few blogs that are dedicated to refashioning old clothing into new, fun, updated outfits.

I have become inspired!

I now buy clothing at garage sales and pick through friend's 'get rid of' bags.  Recently a friend from my church gave me 4 bags of clothing and material which she had culled from her mother-in-laws dressers. So many lovely things! Some very weird things.  Some "I can't think of anything to do with THAT" things. :) I won't be turning this blog into a fashion blog, but I think I will from time to time post about my adventures into refashioning and up-cycling!  And yes - these future posts will be complete with before and after pictures.

Cheers!

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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

More fun things to add...

So last post I mentioned the mac'n'cheese additions. Here's another one - Corn. Ya. You read that right. It adds a really sweet unexpected texture to the mac. I just use part of a can of regular unsweetened, unsalted corn.

The other day I was making a white sauce for some pasta. Starting with the basic roux (butter and flour) I added milk until I had the consistency I wanted and then added the sauteed mushrooms, onions, and garlic. I wanted some kind of bite that you get when you add really sharp cheese or parmesan. Not having much of either and wanting a creamier texture I added some feta cheese and cream cheese. It was so yummy! My husband really liked it too - and he isn't a big fan of feta. A+ for ingenuity that night!

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Saturday, June 04, 2011

Comfort Foods

Often these days, when I don't know what to make for dinner and don't even know what I want to eat, I've been turning to the old mac'n'cheese - from a box.

Growing up, I had never heard of Kraft mac and cheese - or any other boxed mac and cheese for that matter. When I first tasted it I was in my mid-teens at a babysitting job. Kraft M&C was on the menu for dinner and I ate with the kids. I was not impressed.

To tell the truth I still don't like it...which is why I add all sorts of things to make it really yummy!

Last night I added sauteed mushrooms and of course the required extra cheese. This time instead of adding the usual sharp cheddar, I tried adding pepperjack. Wow! It was fabulous! Definitely my kind of comfort food! :)

Other times I have added chopped fresh parsley with or without mushrooms. But always I add an extra 3/4 - 1 cup of shredded cheese. Usually sharp cheddar.

It always hits the spot!

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Thursday, June 02, 2011

Render to Caesar...Render to God

Mark 12:17
"And Jesus answered and said to them, 'Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's.' And they marveled at Him."
A familiar text. And one that I always smiled and thought: 'Way to go Jesus! You got them again.' - and went on to the next verse.
This past Sunday my pastor preached on this passage and opened it up in a way I had never considered. The coin that they brought to show Jesus as He asked, the denarius, was pressed on one side the picture of Caesar and the inscription under identified him as the "son of the divine". Jesus asks who's picture is on it, and given the response "Caesar's" Jesus tells them to render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's and to God the things that are God's.

What does God have to do with Roman taxes paid to Caesar? Why did Jesus include that last phrase?

In Genesis, man was made in God's image. (Gen 1:26-27) His image is pressed into us.

We are like the coins - except we have God's image pressed into us not Caesar's.

Jesus is telling us to render ourselves to God...

Because we are His. Bought with the blood of Christ.

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Sunday, May 22, 2011

God is good and faithful

By virtue of the fact that my car was blocking my husband Tom's in the driveway, we drove my car to church today.
Later in the afternoon we drove it again to prayer meeting. On our way Tom, who drove, noticed the alignment of my car was pulling to the right. I thought it must have been knocked out when I went over a particularly high speed bump at 6mph instead of 5 - literally.
Anyway...
I decided I wanted to drive home. I had the option of going local or the Expressway. Because of where we had parked Tom suggested local. O.k - sure, it's prettier that way anyway. I like babying my accelerator to save on the gas mileage - so I didn't really mind that I'm stuck behind a slowpoke. The closer we get to home the more my car alignment is pulling to the right. Also there is a weird squeaking coming from the foot pedals. I remember that a few days ago I'd thought that right front tire was low. We decide to check it just as we get to the house. Oh yeah. It's REALLY low. Tom and I drive it a couple blocks to the nearest gas station and fill it with air. I'll take my car in tomorrow and have it patched. (I found where there is a nail in it)

On the way home I thought back over the day how God was gracious to us.
*The traffic was slow on the Expressway on our way to prayer meeting.
*I like to baby my accelerator.
*We went local streets on our way home.
*The air was free at the gas station.

If we had not taken my car today I would possibly not have noticed the leak until after I was at the college tomorrow. Or on the way to the college.

I have a very thankful heart this evening.

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Sunday School

God has free will. But he cannot sin because it is outside of His nature.

The unregenerate sinner has free will. But he cannot not sin because it is outside of his nature.

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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Shakespeare - How can you miss?

You can't really miss with him. I'll be performing with a group called 'Cerddorian' in June. One of the sets we are doing is a set of 4 Shakespeare sonnets put to music by James Bassi accompanied by harp - absolutely fantastic combo! Here is one of the sonnets we are doing:

Sonnet 128
"How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blessed than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss."

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

The poetry to a couple of musical works I will be performing this semester.

ISRAFEL (Edgar Allan Poe)

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamoured moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.

[Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!] Stanza omitted from the work

The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervour of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely - flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.




FERN HILL (Dylan Thomas)

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the night jars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
Withe the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under th new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.



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