February, the month of love. It’s a short month, but so much seems to be packed into each and every day. The days are getting longer. Thoughts of gardening and flowers and the warm sun on my back as I work outside are on my mind.
I planted some tomato seeds this week. Each day I check on them to see if the seedlings are coming up. The promise of juicy, red tomatoes in our future makes me happy.
The chooks are laying fewer eggs right now, but we still cannot keep up with them. Egg salad sandwiches have become a staple at our table. I never tire of egg salad and it’s so easy to make and almost free.
We have had some crazy weather this month. We have had so much snow this year.
We go from this and then a few days of sun and then snow again. It is suppose to snow tomorrow again.
We have frosted dogs looking in our windows. Doesn’t Belle look like she has been sprinkled with powdered sugar? She is telling me here that it is time for her to go into my warm shop. I think the dogs have forgotten they have an insulated dog house in the back yard. They refuse to go back there. But that’s okay. I like them in the shop with me while I sew and craft.
Speaking of crafting, I have made several needle cases in the past few weeks and this in one I made this week.
I liked making it so much, I made two.
You see, I have this bag of luscious wool felts that are calling to me to make something. I have it in my head that I would like to try hat making. Wouldn’t any of these felts make a pretty hat? I watch Downton Abbey and see the beautiful hats the ladies wear and I wish women would wear hats like that again. I wore a hat to church a few weeks ago and then I saw another woman wearing a hat the next week. We women need to start a revolution and start wearing hats again and getting dressed up when we go out in public. I am so tired of seeing people in their pajamas when I go shopping.
My mother always wanted us to look our best when we went out in public. In those days, girls would wear those huge rollers in their hair and go out in public and my mother thought it was TERRIBLE. My mother taught me to take pride in myself when I went out. If I don’t have nice clothes and lipstick on, I don’t think I should be seen by anyone. I like to dress up. Always have.
Anyway, I would like to make a hat or two or three if I can find out how to make them. I’ll look online where I find out how to do everything else.
I have been knitting like crazy. In the past few weeks I have made three hats, one turban and a scarf. I am working on another turban and another hat. I had forgotten how much I love to knit. Only problem is, when I am knitting, I am not quilting.
I am training for a 5K race/walk in May. Actually I walk a 5K several times a week when the weather is nice. I walked one day before yesterday. There use to be Volksmarches here in our city and my daughter or my husband and I would walk them and get medals when we were through. I am really looking forward to the walk in May. It sounds like it will be fun. It’s called Color Blaze and they tell you to wear white. I don’t know if they spray you with color or what, but they do something to make everyone colorful. We shall see.
We celebrated the Beatles’ fifty year reunion. Well, Paul and Ringo. The show was kind of sad for me as I remember how it was when they first came on the scene.
Here they all are with Ed Sullivan. We need another Ed Sullivan to find good talent again. He brought the Beatles to the United States.
Now I have to say something about Shirley Temple who passed away this week. When I was growing up, her movies were on television all the time. Wee Willie Winkie, The Little Colonel(one of my favorites) Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm and Heidi. Who can forget when Heidi was being taken to the gypsies by her evil aunt and her grandfather running through the snowy streets trying to find her? Who can forget Shirley’s sweet voice singing “Animal Crackers in My Soup,” “When I Grow Up,” “Try a Little Happiness?” Her movies just made you happy. They were wholesome and fun. And her dancing. When she danced up and down the staircase with Bill “Bojangles” tapping each step. Captain January where she lived in the lighthouse with two old codgers. I could go on and on.
Shirley was a big part of my life. I still watch her movies when they are on, but sadly, they aren’t on very often. I know I can watch them on the computer, but it’s not the same. I wish some movie theater would show them on the big screen. I would pay to go see them.
Thank you, Shirley, for making us so happy. For being a lady at all times. For having class in a sometimes classless society. For bringing joy to so many around the world. We love you and you will be missed, but I am sure you are exactly where you should be now. God Bless. Bye.