Project Fuzzy Scarf is Complete

"Creativity is a type of learning process where the teacher and pupil are located in the same individual."

~ Arthur Koestler

I'm about to jet of to dreamland, but before I climb under the covers I have two important things to tell you.

1. I got my snow day after all. Thank you, Jack Frost. As promised, a warm pair of mittens is coming your way.

2. My scarf is now complete, and tied with a pretty pink ribbon. I wonder who the lucky recipient will be?

....good-bye dear Wednesday, you've been beyond wonderful....

Yippie Skippie!

"Really all you need to become a good knitter are wool, needles, hands, and slightly below-average intelligence. Of course, superior intelligence, such as yours and mine, is an advantage." (too, funny!)

~ Elizabeth Zimmerman

The madness began on Sunday morning.

I was laying in bed, wide awake, and it was way too early. As I tossed and turned, thinking of all the items taking up space on my 'to-do' list, I started to think about knitting.....

About seven years ago I learned to knit. In typical CK fashion, I dove head first into the craft, soaking up all I could and dreaming big. My projects were limited to a scarf and a rather complex felted wool purse. I wonder where that bag ever ended up?

Being that it was still dark out, I lazily made my way to the downstairs couch. I tried to push the knitting thoughts from my mind, but the persistent little buggers continued to tempt my creative thirst. I was unable to resist...

The hunt began. I knew my needles and yarn stash were lurking in a closet, it was just a matter of where at in the closet (organizing really needs added to my priority list). I eagerly dug up the necessary supplies: size 11 knitting needles and a pre-rolled ball of ultra fuzzy yarn, and made my way back to the couch.

I guess knitting is like riding a bike; I was able to re-master the knit and purl stitch after just a couple of attempts. Yay me!

As I got lost in my newly discovered art, I was listening to "Meet the Press', where David Gregory was discussing the numerous and severe qualms of the US economy.

"How perfect?" I thought....

"What a wonderfully cheap, entertaining, yet fiscally responsible hobby to take up at such a tumultuous time in our world."

Well, I'm officially hooked. I spent all of Sunday wielding my needles while making a warm, ultra yummy scarf.

I'm dying to find someone to knit with. If you knit, or you'd like to learn, let me know. We can make some tea, coffee, sweet treats and set up shop.

On another note, I went shopping with my momma yesterday and found the inspiration piece for my new office decor. I'm proud to report that I was able to find the majority of my supplies at a fun little shop and came in way under budget. All I need is that dress form and the daybed. I'm keeping the the goods under wraps until the room is totally done. Stay tuned for the unveiling...

So, it appears that I'm keeping true to my word for 2009- create. ..good word, I'm glad I chose it...

Dear Jack Frost,
I'd be really appreciative of a snow day tomorrow. I have quite a bit of knitting that I'd love to get lost in. Please let it snow and rain and freeze! I'll make you a scarf and some mittens to keep you warm.

Daydreaming

"If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame."

~"Mrs. Potter's Lullaby- performed by Counting Crows

Today, I had a vision. I wish I could have stopped the moment that it struck. I would have jumped in my ramshackle car and hit the dusty to the nearest thrift shop. I'm on a quest here...there are a couple things I just must have.

I was actually in the middle of checking a pile of reading tests when the image emerged in my mind. Talk about taking me off guard. I started by picturing my desk at home. It's a bit organized. OK, it actually needs a little more than your standard dose of TLC.

I pictured talking it apart- removing the attached book shelf, purchasing a new lamp and finding a huge antique picture frame. I won't use the glass, the frame will become the boarder for my daydream board, holding random photos, snippets from magazines, and prized quotes and poems.

I want to hit up the antique shops and find some vintage glasses and little bowls. These I shall fill with my essentials: pens, Sharpies, highlighters, and Crayola colored pencils. I'll also need something to contain my very important colored paperclip collection.

Then there is the issue of the bed that currently takes up most of the space in my "office". It needs a new home. If you'd like it, just let me know. It's yours if you come take it away. I plan to replace it with a quaint little trundle daybed. This was guests can still crash, but I'll have more room to move about.

For whatever reason I have it in my mind that I must have a dress form. Don't ask me why, but the image just lingers there, in the corner of my vision, adding an extremely feminine flair to the whole scene. I looked up a couple on E-bay, and also spotted some cute ones on different web-sites. I'll have to see how my budget looks, but it just seems so necessary.

Oh, I have so many ideas and I don't feel that I did my vision any justice. I can only hope to pull off this new project and that it turns out half as pretty as I've pictured.

An Ode to Handkerchiefs

"He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose."

~ Rev. R.H. Barham

I got to the gym early this morning. In keeping with the chilly tradition of the last few weeks, school was canceled. I looked forward to my workout more than usual today, because I had a brand-new magazine was dying for some reading time. How wonderful is it when you can work out and read at the same time?

As I was sweating it out on the elliptical (a great workout apparatus that is reading friendly) I dove into the most recent installment of Martha Stewart's new publication, Body + Soul. Interestingly enough, I came across a small blurb about handkerchiefs.

"How crazy is that?" I thought to myself.

Go ahead, admit it. You consider the "hankie" to be antique. I'm guilty, too, if it makes you feel any better.

The little article went on to discuss the ramifications of using disposable tissues. Apparently the paper industry, in its quest to obtain the virgin pulp necessary for tissue production, destroys hundreds of acres of ecologically diverse forest. Sad, right?

Well, as luck would have it, being on the nostalgic side paid off. I quickly jetted home and looked in one of my treasure stashing hot spots and located three vintage handkerchiefs that I used as a kid. Actually, they were from my mom's childhood (a hand-me-down), making them all the more special.

In between the sniffles and sneezes and raspy coughs, I can still hear my mom telling me to use my hankie. "It will keep your nose from getting red," she would say. awwee...memory lane.

I know my dad was always a fan of the handkerchief, as I can still see my mom ironing them and stacking them neatly in his top dresser drawer.

So, yay for my family. I guess we were being environmentally friendly without even knowing it.

If you get the sniffles this winter, perhaps you should invest in a neat pack of pretty little handkerchiefs. Not only will you be saving the planet, but your nose will thank you, too.

Pretty Paints and Girl Time

“Life is not merely being alive, but being well.”
~ a wise soul

Outside, the ground is covered in a blanket of glittering snow. Inside, I'm warm and cozy and enjoying a night of pampering.

Sometimes I try to wonder why I am so obsessed with things like nail polish and lip glopss.

I remember when I was growing up that Mamoo would come to visit and bring with her an entire train case of cosmetics, make-up, and magic potions. I can still see the blue traveling companion, neatly perched on the floor of my bathroom. Until the last days of her life, I never saw her when she didn't have on her mascara, eyeshadow, and a pretty lipstick.

My mom is the same way. Always put together and looking beautiful, I hope to sport her good looks when I'm her age. It gives me comfort to know that if I turn into my mother, it will be a true blessing.

Then there's me. I would rather die than go without my make-up. I'm quite sure I wouldn't be able to function without my Clinique Black Honey lip gloss and OPI nail polish. I must have my mascara, and going without my Covergirl champagne eyeshadow would drive a stake in my heart. haha..kidding.... but it's kinda true.

I remember commenting to my mom and Mamoo about this. I was promptly told that I come from a long line of women who were the same way. Interestingly enough, my great-great grandmother was an Avon lady. So, I guess I'll blame the genetics.

Tonight was manicure night and I chose a color of polish that's outside my usual realm. Typically, I choose a neutral OPI (mild obsession with this stuff) color such as 'Rosy Future' or 'Altar Ego', but tonight I went for something wild and fun, almost jazzy. Perhaps I'm trying to pretend I'm in a warm climate, sipping drinks while being fanned with a palm leaf. Anyway, my digits are currently decorated with 'The Lifeguard Makes Me Blush'. Honestly, OPI has the most clever names for their polish colors. Wouldn't it be fun to be the person who had that job?

It's time for my second coat and a cup of tea. Enjoy your night and take some time for you!

Lazy

"Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits."

~Satchel Paige

It's a quiet, calm, lazy, and unproductive Sunday- just the way I like it. I'm getting a whole lot of nothing done and it feels great.

There's not much going on in my world today, but I couldn't resist some still life photography with some of my favorite things. I decided to play around with my new photoshop program (Photoshop Elements 7) and see if I could come up with a new, jazzy header for my blog. Never one to consider myself techno, I could always handle the basics. I'll be honest, this photoshopping is giving me a run for my money... Wish me luck as I continue to teach myself the finer points of picture enhancing.

On a good note, I connected with a friend from my first job at Saratoga Elementary. Seeing her and pictures of her adorable little boy made me miss my other job so much. I truly credit Saratoga for giving me such a wonderful start on my teaching career. From the minute I arrived the people were wonderful, helpful, kind, and truly caring. I miss that place (and the people) so very much...

Some Saturday Inspiration

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you!

~Christian D. Larson

Another Day of Rest

"Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."

~A.A. Milne

It's very possible. Actually, it might really happen...


I'm forgetting how to go to work.


There has only been one day since December 20th that I've really put in a full 8 hours. This almost reminds me of summer vacation. Well, make that summer vacation slushy style...

I'm enjoying another day off due to icy roadways and frozen shut buses.

Wintery Storms

"The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy and freezing rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency."

~Susan Allen Toth

Today was lovely, exciting, relaxing, and refreshing all rolled into one. School was dismissed at 11:30, and I was safely on the couch by 12:40. What a fantastic way to celebrate the first full week of work. Can you see the smile on my face?

I started reading The Shack today. I thought I'd share with you a passage, as it describes my day perfectly...

...There is something joyful about storms that interrupts routine. Snow or freezing rain suddenly releases you from expectations, performance demands, and the tyranny of appointments and schedules. And unlike illness, it is largely a corporate rather than individual experience. One can almost hear a unified sigh rise from the nearby city and surrounding countryside where Nature has intervened to give respite to the weary humans slogging it out within her purview. All those affected this way are united by a mutual excuse , and the heart is suddenly and unexpectedly a little giddy. There will be no apologies needed for not showing up to some commitment or other. Everyone understands and shares in this singular justification, and the sudden alleviation of the pressure to produce makes the heart merry...

I hope you had a glistening and sparkly day, too.

Theme for the New Year

My word for 2009 shall be create. I'm aspiring to give my imagination wings and let it take flight. I want to make crafty little things, paint, take more pictures and try more recipes.

Maybe I will create some new wall art for the house ,or plant that container garden I've been thinking about.

...so many possibilities... I like my new word.

Farewell Holiday Break

"A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in."
~Robert Orben

Tomorrow morning at aprox. 5:45 am, the alarm clock will sing, make that scream, a wake-up buzz in my ear. As usual, I'll hit snooze for about half and hour, and eventually rise from my sweet slumber around 6:20. I'll stumble to the shower, let Charlie outside in the cold, dark morning, and fumble through my closet while playing fashion show. No more lazy days for this girl.

What a fantastic two weeks it has been. I've enjoyed every second of my time off, and for the first time in quite awhile, I truly relaxed. My mind was peaceful, and my to-do list was rather short.

In preparation to say goodbye to my lovely vacation, I decided to make a list of what made it so wonderful. I'm sure I'll look over it with misty eyes. Don't go away vacation.

• a plethora of vanilla candles- it smells like a bakery inside the walls of 403, and the gentle flickering flames look so pretty
• cozy blankets and cuddle sessions on the couch
• plenty and plenty of warm beverages...tea, coffee, hot cocoa
• Charlie T. time
• peace and quiet
• afternoon naps
• picture taking and photography practice
• no bedtimes, late nights, late mornings
• not having a schedule
• time with my mama and a fun shopping adventure
• more reading time than I could have wished for
• dinners at 862 complete with warm fires
• the return of Vixen nail polish...an old time favorite that really needed to make a reappearance
• Teavana tea, my new perfect tea maker, and an adorable, mint green cast iron tea pot
• sweats and hoodies and new house booties
• evening outings
• not thinking about lesson plans, grading papers, and PSSA scores
• being around people that I like
• laughing
• New Year's Eve at the Tin Angel
• wearing jeans
• delicious food
• random blog reading
• a real tea party

I'll miss you vacation. Thanks for being so dreamy...

It's a Winter Wonderland

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there really is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

~John Ruskin

Today will bring a trip to a favorite restaurant, a visit to Teavana (I'm so excited), and some time with family. I'm also searching out some sunglasses at Gymboree for little Ella. Oh the fun and anticipation of a mall trip!

This photo is of the crab-apple tree in the front yard. I was having way too much fun experimenting and playing with my new camera lens. As you can see, it's a cold, blustery day in Somerset.

Stay warm!

Highlights of 2008

"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day. "

~Edith Lovejoy Pierce

Forever...
Chad-o and I officially became king and queen of the ‘hood. On July 26, 2008 we exchanged marriage vows during an intimate and personal ceremony held at Nemacolin Woodlands. We were fortunate to be surrounded by our most favorite people as we embarked on a lifetime of adventure and time together. Our wedding was simple and unique, completely us, and perfect in every way. Blessed we are…


Spanning the Globe...
We love to travel, and this summer we set sail for some places that neither of us had ever ventured to. Our journey started in Tampa, as we boarded a cruise ship heading throughout the Caribbean. We enjoyed many new experiences such as swimming with the stingrays in the Grand Caymans, visiting the Mayan ruins and avoiding shady drug dealers in Belize, strolling the streets and shops of Cozumel, and soaking up the sun at Fosters Beach in Roatan, Honduras. We made terrific new friends, had the coolest dinner table in the dinning room, and were forever grateful that our bathing suits didn’t match.


Vegas proved another delightful time, as we carved our turkey and ate pumpkin pie in the desert. We love our families, but also covet our Vegas getaways. On Thanksgiving Day we flew into Sin City and had the most fabulous time. From our insane profits playing craps, the craziness at O’Shea’s, seeing David Spade perform standup comedy, to spending a day at the spa, watching the huge Steelers win over the Patriots at Caesar’s Palace, posing as undercover cops, and all the random fun walking the streets, Vegas earned two thumbs up.


New Experiences...
I enjoy learning. I can sit and listen to people talk, I’ll people watch for hours, and I’ve even been known to eavesdrop on a conversation or two. I like to be in the “know”. Anyhow, this fall I decided to spread my wings, tackle some new challenges, and build my personal resume. After enrolling in classes to learn the finer points of stained glass and photography, I was off and running. I don’t remember a time when I felt so personally fulfilled. The classes opened my eyes to the importance of allowing my creative juices to flow. Plus, it was beyond refreshing not to be graded or writing a reflection on my work. It was pure, raw, and natural. I wasn’t looking for any accolades or awards…it was for me, and it was wonderful! Currently, I’m addicted to my camera and am basking in the glow of my Tiffany lamp.


My Blog...
My dear pal, Greta, receives all blame for getting me hooked on blogging. After reading her entries and oohhing and aahhing over her pictures, I decided that I’d give it a shot. I must admit that it’s ridiculously fun to write, post photos, and design layouts. Not to mention, I have a visual archive of 2008.

Cheers!

"New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights."

~Hamilton Wright Mabie

I awoke to harsh winds and and fiercely blowing snow. Apparently Old Man Winter finally arrived in my neighborhood. Sadly, the white fluff is a bit late for Christmas, but I suppose New Year's Eve will do just fine.

Isn't my purple mug pretty? It's a new favorite. A nifty mug takes tea drinking to a whole new level. Thank you, Maddie.

The dawning of 2009 shall no doubt bring on resolutions and new outlooks. Whatever you're dreaming about... I hope it comes true.

Cheers!

New Fascination

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume."
~Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI

I never thought I'd do it. To be honest, I tried my best to avoid jumping on the bandwagon. However, here I am, totally engrossed in a series of books about vampires. If only I could spend a few days in Bella's world.

Right before Christmas vacation, I was approached by a few former students who wondered weather or not I read the "Twilight" series of books. I immediately went into my speech about how I don't enjoy vampires and how i prefer real-life, believable stories. After much explaining, coaxing, and promising that the stories were not jam packed with fangs, blood, and full moons, I decided that I'd give the first book a try. I was quick to say that I'd try the book, and that if I didn't like it, I wouldn't finish it.

It's official, I'm totally and utterly infatuated with Bella and Edward and the town of Forks. I finished "Twilight" in two short days, and am currently lost in "New Moon."

What adventures will the Cullen clan take me on this afternoon? ...mmm.... I'm making some tea and settling in.

Magical Holidays

"Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time."

~Laura Ingalls Wilder

My, oh my, how the Christmas season sneaks upon us, and then, in the blink of an eye, it's finished. I'm always sad to see it go.

This year proved another magical adventure. I think it was the first time I've really cried over Christmas presents. With the crazy spending and the unapprecation and the the self-infatuation so many people appear to possess, I was sincerely touched by the trinkets I received this year. Allow me to take you on a mental field-trip to my 6th grade classroom....

Room 11 was buzzing with excitement. The kiddos stumbled into our room, carrying treats and presents for their favorite friends and teachers. I always think it's cute how they walk in the door, and before taking off their coats or backpacks, thrust their present in my face and command, "Open it!" They are full of anticipation and pride; it really is the cutest thing.

I always talk about my life to my students. Some might say this is excessive, but I believe it helps them see me as a person and allows us to build relationships, trust, and respect. Apparently they listen-- a very difficult task for 11 and 12 year olds... Somehow between the note passing, the thoughts drifting through their adolescent minds, and the annoying hum of computers and overhead projectors, my words make their way into their ears.

This year I received presents that meant the world to me. Not because they were expensive or fancy, but because they contained thought...something so lacking in today's world. They gave me bottles of vanilla scented lotion, coffee from Starbucks, pretty purple tea cups (my favorite color), boxes of flavored teas... And, after each present I opened, as they stood beside me with twinkling eyes, they would say, "It's your favorite color!" or "I know you love tea!" or "I thought you could make this coffee while you read books over vacation!" Now how sweet is that?

Perhaps the most touching gift of all came from a student who had nothing to give. You see, I try to make it a habit of fussing over the kids' clothes, hair, accessories, etc. I feel it helps give them a positive self-image... Anyway, I always made a big deal over a headband that one of my students wears. It's black plastic with a rainbow of butterflies all over it- very cute. I always told her how adorable it was, I even tried it on a time or two and twirled around the room. Well, guess what I got for Christmas? The headband. Not a new one that she went out and bought, hers. A true gift from the heart.

And, then I cried. I cried because my students are wonderful little adults who I hope will someday make a positive mark on this world. Sweet...simple and sweet....

Alright, we have returned from the field trip. My dear parents also made me the most amazing picture collage of my favorite place, Stone Harbor, NJ. They spent time on their vacation going around snapping all kinds of images and capturing tons of past happy memories. I cried...a gift of love...one I will treasure forever. I love handmade presents.

I'll leave you with some yummy, traditional Kaufman family cookies. The red, white, and green ones are my all-time favorite, and the nut-rolls are to die for. You can almost taste the ice-cream that's in the dough.

Weekly Bread no.2- Chai Spice Latte

"Bread is like dressed, hats and shoes -- in other words, essential!"

Emily Post

After hearing of my new bread baking fascination, my dear sister-in-law, Kami, gave me two adorable mini-loaf pans. Unable to resist my urge spend time in baking land, I spent the evening trying a new recipe. I officially present Weekly Bread no. 2- Chai Spice Latte...complete with a whipped topping!

I also drove around and gazed at Christmas lights. Naturally, I took my camera with me. For whatever reason, I decided to hold it out the window and take a few shots as I drove along. This photo was taken along Main Street in Somerset.

Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things...

It's been a few days since my last blog entry, but you'll have to excuse me; I've been a very busy girl. I've been coveting some quality writing time, but the more days that pass me by, the more I wonder where to start. Then, tonight while taking a scalding hot shower, I began to hum a comforting, familiar little tune. I decided to make a list of my favorite things that have happened since last we met.

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings

These are a few of my favorite things...

*Family Time- I spent Saturday baking Christmas cookies with my adorable nieces and sisters. The oven may have broken, and some random people called about a crane, but it was fabulous. I love my Ella, Ava, Kami, Megan, and Linda.

Sunday was spent with Jossie and Ace as we watched the Steelers game and warmed up with hearty bowls of chili. The fireplace was blazing, the black and gold emerged victorious, and the Christmas tree topped off the cozy, warm atmosphere.

*Having Goals- Recently my pal Melissa and I decided to run a half-marathon. What possessed us to willingly run 13.1 miles is beyond me, but the process is invigorating. I thrive on competition and am thrilled to have Melissa pushing me and holding me accountable. I love her-- even if she did make me run at a 4.5 incline tonight.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes

Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes

Silver white winters that melt into springs

These are a few of my favorite things...

*Evelyn- My Thursday and Friday morning coffee treat wouldn't be nearly as wonderful if it weren't for this kind, spirited woman. Always bright with a smile and a word of cheer, she is as important to my morning as the caffeine jolt.

*Vacation- My hubband so rarely takes the time to relax and be still. However, there is something about the land of lights that provides him this simple indulgence. As usual, we spent Thanksgiving in Las Vegas. It was a fantastic getaway, and I loved watching him soak up the pleasures of the city. He's like a kid at Christmas...it's the sweetest thing. It was great to roam, eat at yummy restaurants, dress in fancy clothes, and win big! Coming home from Vegas in the green is always a plus.

When the dog bites

When the bee stings

When I'm feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so bad...

*My Homeroom Kids- I'm blessed. I have a wonderful job that I love and a room full of sweet, blossoming children. I returned from the holiday break to hugs, colored pictures of Charlie T., a hand copied recipe for Amish Friendship bread (so sweet- you should see it!), and little ones asking me how my vacation was. I saw excitement in the eyes of successful hunters, listened to numerous stories, and even had kids tell me that they missed me. It truly touched my heart.

*Gracie- Ever since I started working at my current job, I've had a peculiar relationship with a little girl named Grace. Grace first appeared in my room 2 years ago when she was a tiny, frightened kindergarten student. I have no idea why we connected, but somehow we formed a friendship. Every morning she comes be-bopping into 6th grade. She always carries a trinket- a stuffed animal, a plastic figurine, a seashell. I love this girl...she truly is precious.

The other day, she came strolling in, tears streaming down her face, and told me a story about how some older kids on the bus were calling her a baby-kindergartner. Being a big, bad, second grader, you can imagine how upsetting this was. Then, at the end of her story she just wiped her eyes, smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Oh well, Miss Kaufman. It's okay. God's always right beside you."

Holiday Preparations

"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful."
-Norman Vincent Peale

I spent the day with my mamma. We baked, talked, drank plenty of coffee, listened to our favorite Christmas music, and got lost in the creativity of decorating breads and chocolate pretzels. Being in the kitchen of 862 is beyond comforting. I'm surrounded by pieces of my childhood; old mixing bowls, well-seasoned wooden spoons, and the cookie sheet on which I so proudly carved my name as a tiny tot. It's funny how things that once were just simple kitchen tools have taken on a nostalgic meaning.

In line with my new bread baking fascination, we made two new recipes. The first was chocolate cherry trimmed with a chocolate drizzle, and the other was a banana nut bread that we topped with a sugary glaze and a generous sprinkle of chopped walnuts. Delightful.

Then it was pretzel time. There's nothing quite like the combination of sweet and salty. We made dozens of chocolate drenched pretzel rods and jazzed them with chopped nuts and festive sprinkles. They truly are the perfect snack time fix.

Last, but not least, I will leave you with the most beautiful little snowflake. My mom's tree is covered with them, but this little guy was too twinkly to resist.

May your day be merry and bright.

Weekly Bread no.1- Cranberry

“Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste it must be an egg with butter and salt, and after the egg is there anything in the world lovlier than fresh warm bread and a mug of sweet golden tea?”
-Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes

I've always wanted to own a quaint, little shop that sold books, coffee, and sweet treats. Dreams-We're allowed to have them, right? In an attempt to indulge myself and let my mind wonder to fantasy land, I've decided to try something new. "Weekly Bread" will be my attempt to learn, create, and offer up something delightfully wonderful.

Inspiration lurks in the most odd of places. Recently, while thumbing through a magazine, I came across a photo of a fresh bag of cranberries. "Tis the season," I thought. Pair that with my recent desire to learn how to bake homemade bread, and...wa-la! I currently aspire to try out a new bread recipe each week.

It's also mother-dogger night at 403. Chad-o and some friends jetted of to Pittsburgh for the Steelers game, and it's just down to us ladies. Yea, we were psyched for some quality together time. We are eating junk, taking long, hot showers, reading trashy novels, and drinking strong coffee. I believe we definatley got the better end of the deal.

Because Charlie T. hold the title of "Most Amazing Dog Ever to Walk the Face of the Earth" we also baked some special puppy biscuits. Of course, she lent a paw, and was beyond thrilled to lick the spoon. If I could just find her an apron and chef hat, her ensemble would be complete. Little Peep (as she's also know) thoroughly enjoyed using the star cookie cutters and now plans to make a special delivery to her cousin Millie tomorrow.

Alright. We've baked, we've blogged, we've bathed. Now it's time to book. Off we go to our favorite reading corner where we will esacpe into Ms. Winter's world and possibly discover the mystery of "The Thirteenth Tale." Oh, I almost forgot. We shall also enjoy some warm, savory cranberry bread.

Good night. May your dreams be full of the sweet stuff.

An Autumn Project

"Creativity is inventing, experimenting, growing, taking risks, breaking rules, making mistakes, and having fun."

-Mary Lou Cook

Ta-da! My stained glass project is finally finished. I will admit, I love the coziness. As a matter of fact, I like it so much I am going to curl up and read my novel. Happy reading to me.

Charlie T. wanted to show off her new fur cut and colorful Indian corn bandanna. ...precious puppy...

Simple Things and Simple Pleasures

"Sometimes life's greatest joys come from simple moments."
-Unknown

I've been dying for some blog time, but in the rush of daily life I'm amazed at how precious my "free time" actually is. Between work, the gym, chores, dinner, and family time, it's practically impossible to plop down and get lost in my writing world. Thankfully, it appears I have a few minutes to spare.

Simple Thing #1- Don't you just love libraries? The smell of must, mildew, and old pages seem to transport me to an era that no longer exists. I take comfort in getting lost in the shelves and listening to the careful whispers and gently shuffling feet. In a world that has gone so techno, it's refreshing to find solace in a huge building full of stories.

Yesterday I felt compelled to visit the library, as I had finished my book (Look Me in the Eye by John Elder Robinson) the night before. If I go to Heaven, I hope it's like a library. And, maybe it could serve coffee and sweet treats, too. As I walked the aisles and glanced from shelf to shelf, it was next to impossible to make my selections. Like a kid in a toy store, I wanted them all. Of course there were a few authors and titles I checked on right away, but as usual, the books that turn out the best are the ones that seem to jump off the shelf. They catch the corner of my eye, capture my attention, and then before I know it, I'm adding it to my pile. When I choose my books I love to think about all the people who read them before me. I wonder what they are like. Do they read in bed? Was it a beach read? Did they drink tea and coffee while turning the pages? Maybe they read while taking a warm bubble bath? Either way, it's fun to think of the stories that a library book can tell. I always bring mine home, carefully determine which one I will read first, and then place the rest in a neat basket. They are safe there, and I'd like to think, comfortable, too. Ahh....the library...a true simple pleasure.

Simple Thing #2- My friend, and fellow teacher, greeted me yesterday morning with a beautiful mason jar full of homemade wedding soup. The simple gesture- sharing food with another- warmed not only my heart, but my tummy, too. In such a self-centered world, it's beyond moving when someone does something out of the goodness of their heart. I'm lucky Maria (and her children) are in my life.

Simple Thing #3- Greta, Greta, Greta! I wonder if there is any connection between Greta's name and how every time I type it, my computer reads "Great"? In true alliteration fashion, I pronounce her Great Greta. Although I have yet to respond to her e-mail, she appears to be a mind reader. As it turns out, I've been dying to try some new recipes. However, my dear Chad-o is allergic to chicken, turkey, eggs, and shellfish. You can imagine the dilemma this poses. Being the sweet, thinker-of-others that she is, she sent me her new favorite recipe with ideas on how to modify it for my hubband (the word husband just seems so old). I'm anxious to give it a try and see how it turns out. Thanks, Greta...for being you and for bein' so gosh-darn wonderful.

Simple Thing #4- Plants. I have this strange obsession with taking a cutting from a plant, rooting it, and starting a new plant family of my own. Recently, the parent of a student in my classroom was kind enough to have a given me a few of her houseplants. I was thrilled, because my classroom also doubles as a greenhouse :) One of the plants she brought me is called an Elephant Plant. I decided to take a few cuttings home today and attempted to root them. Perhaps in a couple of weeks, I can pot them and give them away as gifts. I would like to pass on the happiness.... (The photos on this post are of the Elephant Plant cuttings.) Mucahs Gracias, Mrs. Wilson.

Tonight I wish for you to find the simple things and the simple pleasures in your life. Be simple. Be happy.

It's Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas

I love Sundays, especially the lazy, get-a-lot-of-nothing done kind. I'll admit it, I woke up to laundry and ironing, but made it better by treating myself to some quality time with HGTV. Who says I can't do two things at once?

OK, it's currently 5:30 and pitch black outside. I'm sitting under a blanket because I'm freezing, and I'm holding a cup of tea simply to help keep my hands warm. ...burr....

Currently the smell of "Home for the Holidays" is permeating the air. I have my tea, my blankie, and my munchkin (Charlie T.) curled up on my feet. Life's pretty good and I can't complain. Thank you November for providing me with this cozy atmosphere.

Aside from the festive scents wafting though the house, my amazing sister-in-law and I escaped for a few stolen hours to Starbucks. Having some girl time to chat and catch-up is beyond refreshing. The Christmas feeling continued to grow when we noticed that the over-priced coffee chain is now offering their holiday java selection. Both of us ordered a gingerbread latte, complete with a dallop of whip cream. mmmm....pure bliss.

I later stopped over at 862 to visit with my parents and deliver a late birthday gift to my dad. I may have frozen my toes off on the walk over, but it was worth it. My mom and I created a list of all the holiday goodies we plan on whipping up. I'm especially excited for the english muffin breads and flavored butters.

Last night Chad-o and I traveled to Greensburg to do some shopping and dine at The Olive Garden. I have to hand it to Westmorland Mall. All the trees were trimmed, Santa patiently listened while little ones told him of their wish lists, gift wrapping stations were strategically placed, and the elusive holiday sweater was for sale at every major department store.

I hate to wish life away, but I'm really excited for Christmas this year. Although, sometimes I think the planning, decorating, and gift buying is way more fun than the actual day. Hurry holidays, hurry!

Unusual Teachings

Most little girls grow up having fond memories of their grandmothers teaching them to bake cookies or gently showing them how knit and crochet. Grandfathers most likely helped little girls ride bikes, demonstrated how to hook a worm, or even came to the rescue when constructing a handy school project. For better or worse, my fate did not include these cozy normalises.

It's funny how life plays out. This past August my family received the sad news that Mamoo (my grandmother) was going to lose her battle with lung cancer. I vividly remember thinking, "Mamoo has to live long enough to see the results of this election." How strange is that? I find out my grandmother is going to pass away, and my first thoughts turn to the presidential election. I have every confidence that she left this world listening to the conservative, right-wing voices of the Fox News reporters.

In 2003 I said goodbye to my grandfather, my first real political educator. At the time I had no idea how accomplished and involved with local and community politics this man was. As a child I viewed him as a fanatical Republican who obsessed over "the big one" (as he so often referred to World War II), and seemed way too preoccupied with his high status in the Masons. I often brushed off his stories and made light of topics that I'd now give my right arm to have him discuss with me.

Both of these individuals played an instrumental role in shaping me into the strong, opinionated woman I am today. Mamoo and Pap were staunch Republicans, racists (though they would never admit this), hard workers, depression era children, and above all, God-fearing people. They failed to view topics and subjects from multiple vantage points, but were firm and solid in their beliefs. Although neither of them could boast of any formal education, they were smart, full of common sense, and very informed.

My grandfather never called me on the telephone. However, during the presidential election of 2000, he left a quirky message on the answering machine in my college dorm. He tried to be crafty and posed as a solicitor seeking contributions for the Bush campaign. It was hilarious and far better than all the birthday money and Christmas presents he ever gave me. At about that same time, I had been shopping in the campus bookstore and came across a cut-out postcard of Bill Clinton's face. I took great pleasure in purchasing the lovely greeting and quickly mailed it out. After Pap passed away, I discovered the postcard taped to the back of his bathroom door.

I have a sincere passion for arguing and I believe it stems from a lifetime of listening to Democrat bashing and Bill Clinton hating speeches. I credit Mamoo and Pap for providing the political banter that was, and currently remains, a cornerstone of Kaufman family dinners and gatherings. Yea, my grandparents weren't the cozy type, and didn't really fit the role of the typical family elders. My Mamoo and Pap were better. I credit them with giving me my first opportunities to play devil's advocate (anything they said I would argue with), demonstrating that it's important to be informed about politics and the happenings in one's country, and modeling how to be vocal about one's opinion.


Dear Mamoo and Pap,
You would have hated this election. I know you are up in Heaven talking trash about the current state of this world, and you're probably right. It's in shambles down here. Pap, a black man will be president. Mamoo, I know you thought his wife was "Amazonish". Maybe you were right about Mitt Romney afterall.

To think that a good old POW lost to a hotsy-totsy, young, inexperienced community organizer must have you up in arms. Has this country no appreciation for those that served this great nation?

I thought about coming to your graves and leaving Obama mementos, but I worried that you might take revenge and haunt me. Due to my extreme fear of the supernatural, I decided against it. Do they have Fox News in Heaven? You should know I hate that channel, and exclusively watch CNN. I included some photos for your viewing pleasure.

You'll be happy to know that I proudly voted Republican, although you both probably bet against it. Chad-0 and I even went as far as to attend a political fundraiser and put a campaign sign in the yard.

See, all of that arguing really paid off. I ended up seeing things your way afterall.... Let's give this guy a chance, at least he fights for education.

Your "Democratic" Grandchild,
Cathy

Halloween Weekend and Other Goodies

Time goes too quickly. Does anyone know a way to make it slow down? I'm sitting on my comfy couch, reflecting on a great weekend. It was extra-special for Chad-o and I, as we celebrated our one year engagement anniversary. Yes, I got the most "spook-tacular" treat last Halloween. Now I get to spend the rest of my life with the coolest, most fun guy ever. As a tribute to our big event, we purchased a new dining room table. We are now feasting in style.

As usual, the weekend was packed with activities. We celebrated my Dad's birthday with a dinner at 862 and time with the family. My brother came in from Pittsburgh and it was back to the usual Kaufman conversation as we found ourselves deep in the heat of political debate and discussion. I was also extra proud of myself-- I pulled off a butter pecan birthday cake for dear Ace. For those of you who know me well, this is a monumental event.

Saturday brought warm temperatures, unlike the blizzard we were treated to earlier in the week. I got the crazy and very unusual urge to bath and scrub Ruby the Cavalier. Honestly, I am embarrassed to say how filthy it was. Just to give you an idea, I was forced to resort to handy-dandy Q-Tips to scour out the grime. Thankfully, my car can proudly hold it's head high. It now sports a spic and span interior, a fresh wash job, and a new air freshener. I will admit, climbing into a clean car emerges as very undervalued treat.

Then, it was dinner and time at Seven Springs with old and new friends. Checking out all the Halloween costumes provided endless entertainment. However, I couldn't help but derive great pleasure in the Incredible Hulk who lurked in the corner.

Sunday, I had the simple pleasure of enjoying some lazy time. I finished the book "Gone With The Wind" and was amazed at the ending. To think that Rhett would have left Scarlett... I'm now looking forward to getting lost in a biography called "Look Me In The Eye". It's about a boy who grew up with Asperger's at a time when the diagnosis did not exist. I still want to read "The Shack," but am waiting until I can get it at the library.

Tonight I began soldering and constructing my stained glass lamp. I encourage everyone to find a creative outlet. Between stained glass and photography, I've had the most wonderful time. Here are a few snapshots of my project.

These are all the different pieces and a few of the tools.

This photo looks down in to the inside of the lampshade. The tape is holding the pieces together during the soldering process.

I'm not completely finished with the soldering, but this photo shows the outside view of the lampshade. When I am finished, there will be other pieces soldered to the top, finishing it off and providing some added flair.