I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff.
How was your week?
Mostly just rambling.
Miss Daisy welcomed 10 adopted chicks this week, while still sitting on 8 eggs. She is one happy hen. In a prearranged deal with one of my customers, I purchased Easter Egger chicks which Daisy is raising for now. They will go to their new family in the future. Neither the customer or I wanted as many chicks as the hatchery requires to meet the minimum, so I proposed we split an order. He agreed, and now I’m a chicken broker. Yikes, they need to go to their new forever home sooner rather than later, so I don’t get all attached to them, ‘cuz they are soo adorable.
Even though the so-called experts said our fall foliage would not be much this year, I’m loving all the colors. How is it in your neck of the woods?
I make a lot of homemade pizza, in case y’all didn’t pick up on the fact that there are pizza shots almost weekly. We switched our crust out to low-carb soft tortillas in recent weeks as we attempt to change our lifestyle with the recent diagnosis of Type 2 Diabetes for Mr. Cottage.
I did not purchase Halloween candy this year, which worked out great, we only had one trick-or-treater. I managed to come up with some chocolate for him. No leftover candy for us to be tempted by.
However, temptation always seems to find us. Mr. Cottage loves cookies – ok all sweets. My sister made a batch of molasses cookies which she shared. The mister opted not to have a second slice of pizza so that he could have a cookie. Compromise.
I was inspired to make homemade breakfast sausage this week. I haven’t made that in quite some time. In the past when I made it, I went to the trouble of getting casings and stuffing them; making links. This time I made it easier for myself and just made patties, getting smarter with my old age. Oh yum.
Papaya has gone through his first molt. His new feathers are coming in lush and the colors are amazing. However, every time I try to take his picture he zips past me and starts flying around like the crazy bird that he is. The only time he sits still is when I am working on the computer. He comes and sits on the bench on the porch and looks in the window at me while I work.
Our old smoker gave up the ghost several years ago, and then I turned it into a garden planter. We have talked about purchasing another one, but there always seemed to be other things we needed more. Recently we were given a brand new smoker and we are beyond excited. We missed having one and can’t wait to get smokin’.
Last Thursday there was a thin coating of frost on the front porch steps, I didn’t realize it was there and yep, I went flying through the air, down the steps and out into the gravel. My pride was hurt as well as my everything else. So, I’ve been taking it a little easy this week and working on some crafting projects.
I’ve been bingeing on episodes of Vintage Rehab, while I craft. If I wasn’t already in the middle of a whole house remodel, I might be tempted.
I come from a family of hoarders, this, combined with my own collecting addiction makes for a pretty sweet treasure trove of vintage crap. I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff. I got right to work creating, I didn’t set out to only create holiday themes, but it happened.
The sun streaming through the window on to the kitchen table while I worked made it all sparkle. As always, That Cat helped.
Are your thoughts turning to the holidays? I reckon they will be here before we know it.
That’s all for today, thanks for being here.
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