We braced for cold temperatures and much more snow than we received.
All said and done, it was a fairly lackluster snow event.
Still, I went out with the camera earlier this morning and took a few shots.
My Rosemary is not happy with these cold temps. From a distance, the snow looks like cotton bushes.
I must admit, I was pretty cold while I was snapping away. Especially my feet. I wasn’t wearing the right shoes for snow walking.
I figure about now someone is going to say something about all the alcohol bottles on my property.
Or all the rusty crusty junk I have every where that I call garden art.
Every couple of photos I throw in a nature scene, or an architectural element, just to throw you off a bit.
I amuse myself with the snow-covered palm trees.
I think to myself, a quiet snow-covered day is perfect for a blast from the Lukenheimer.
Mr. Bonez is being a real sissy about this snow.
He does not want it to touch his feet. So he sits in front of his cat door and sulks.
The snowy Christmas scene I put together in the glass terrarium, seems fitting against the snowy background. Even if it gives away the fact that I still haven’t put away all my holiday decorations. I’ll get around to that eventually.
Over a year ago, some friends and I went on a shopping venture, where they helped me nab a big stash of old neckties. I planned to repurpose them into something.
I’ve pulled them out from time to time and thought about making stuff with them, but as of yet nothing has come to me.
Or I just couldn’t bring myself to cut them up.
Or I had some kind of block, or I don’t know – I just wasn’t feeling it.
Recently my dad gave me a stash of his old neckties.
I got to work that afternoon cutting them up and repurposing them into their new life.
I think it was because I could feel a personal bond; I could remember him wearing most of them.
The creative gods said now is the time.
When I create, my heart is the leading force. I need the process, and the end result to be something that comes from my heart, and speaks to the heart.
Fabric cuff bracelets.
Yep, the old man’s necktie – one tie, three ways to smile.
This one I call sun-burst and stars.
I use lots of straight free-flowing stitching to achieve a simple style outlining on all the fabric patches. This is where my stash of fabric scraps come into play.
I added a few basic hand embroidery stars. Vintage buttons from the collection.
Old lace and dreams.
On this one, the necktie is layered several times with, lace, ribbon, free form stitching and dare to dream printed from the computer on muslin fabric.
A golden wing and a smoky glass bead for accent.
Believe features a sweet little key charm and a clear bead.
While I work on these pieces, I not only remember my dad wearing these ties, but I also think of the women in my life that influenced my sewing. My mom, she tried to be very disciplined in her sewing. She was a perfectionist that would spend many hours, tearing out her stitches and redoing them until she achieved perfection. I found her process to be un-fulfilling and swore I would never sew. My grandmother, sewed out of necessity. She repurposed and reused what she had on hand. I think her sewing sensibilities are what I feel the most when I sit down in front of my Singer.
What is your creative process? Do you have a special way of achieving your vision?
I received a couple packets of seeds for Christmas and ever since; I’ve been dreaming of my garden plans for this year. Lush vegetables and colorful flowers and bees buzzing.
This happens every year about this time, the garden dreams start. Last year was a garden nightmare, no two ways about it. Hopefully this year will be more successful.
In the meantime, I came across photos I took last February at the local Farm Market that we go to in South West Florida when we are at our home there. The colors, and scents fill me with such simple happy joy.
On this dreary winter day, here is a little color to lift the soul. Come, take a stroll with me.
Yes, there is a dog in the meat booth. Something a little off about that.
The food at Taste of Transylvania smells heavenly, next time, I’m giving it a try.
Lots of fresh seafood
Plants and more plants. I got nuts wanting one of every plant.
I purchased this Pitcher plant, brought it back to Virginia, where it thrived all summer, until I brought it in for the winter. Dead now.
Orchids and bromeliads, a favorite of mine. Palm trees for sale in every size and shape and variety.
How about that spelling?
This is hands down the best mozzarella I’ve ever had. This is always my first stop.
Love pesto, so I thought I would give this a try. Not so much.
This hydro-ponics booth was very cool.
The market is held on Tuesdays and Saturdays, we go both days.
Lots of Bees and Honey.
Food Trucks are a big in this area. Apparently flowers too.
Mr. Cottage always makes the pink truck one of his first stops. He loves the authentic German strudel.
Fresh Ginger grown locally. I can purchase 3-4 large roots for the price of one shriveled one back home. Mr. Cottage picks out large quantities. I freeze it and bring it home to VA.
Lots of beautiful fresh cut flowers.
Lots of artist and craft – out of respect I don’t take photos.
Except for this lady with the hand crafted soap. She actually chased me through the parking lot. She thought I was a writer for the local paper taking photos to write about the farm market. She begged me to take photos and write about her soap. Boy was she disappointed when she found out I didn’t work for the paper.
This woman looks like she is daring me to take her photo.
A farm market near the sea, this seems appropriate.
I was minding my own business when the rain came blowing in.
Torrential, cold mucky windy rain. Thunder and lightening too.
Thank goodness it wasn’t snow.
You would think we live in prehistoric times, because every time it rains we lose our phone and internet services.
Ok, I realize we didn’t have these advanced technologies when the dinosaurs were roaming the earth.
Seriously though it is 2014, why does a little rain cause such an outage and more importantly, why does it take the phone company so long to fix it? I’ll give them credit, though it was only two and half days this time until we miraculous had connection again.
Also along with the rain and wind came a howling head cold. Where’d that come from?
I’ve had lots of tea and honey, and once just a splash of whiskey – for medicinal purposes.
Today the sun is shinning so brightly.
Mr. Cottage cleaned and filled all the bird feeders that got gunked up, the last few days, because the squirrels have figured out how to pull the tops off of them; sit inside and eat the seed, leaving it exposed and wet from the rain, thus a gummy gunked up mess.
I thought I had out-squirreled them, because I had taken petroleum jelly and rubbed down all the poles the feeders are on. That worked for awhile, and I got great amusement out of the fact that they slid all the way down to the ground, unable to hold onto the greasy pole.
Through my dirty kitchen window:
I catch the little fuzzy rat in action.
Don’t send me hate mail – I have two designated squirrel feeding stations, so that they get fed, and so they will leave the feeders alone. Greedy little B——-.
Today, with the filled and clean feeders the birds are happily eating and singing and there isn’t a squirrel around. That is kind of strange.
They must be off plotting some kind of take-over.
Rainy days are good for puzzle time.
That Cat helps me.
Then the white nemesis makes an appearance.
An ugly confrontation occurs, and then the stare down.
So I end up having to put the puzzle away, so I don’t have pieces spread from one end of the room to the other.
And so goes Life at Coral Cottage.
Hope you are safe from the weather and having a good weekend.
Between running a pie truck and painting pictures, rallying three rambunctious children and sneaking moments to savor every last drop of tea in my cup, I write this mini log of what I love to do best—keep my hands busy making something . . . Thank you for stopping by, I truly love your comments! Leave a link to your blog, I’d love to stop by!