Good morning, Cupcakes!
Well, I was right about Obama and Chuckatree in Iowa. I am a political genius!
It’s FREEZING here on Pickle Road in Long Valley, so I started a fire and am writing this from my laptop.
The other day when I was in Kindred Quilts, my home shop, I found some fabric in the back room (the sale stuff — and she always has great stuff on sale). So I bought it because I was inspired, from the wings of angels, for a summer picnic quilt. Here’s what I bought.
You guys know that I’m a huge collector of all kinds of shit. You name it, I’ll collect it. Well, I recently found these mugs made by Hall China using the Autumn Leaf pattern that I collect. They are not vintage — they’re a new commission, but I had to have them!
Pefect-o for my morning java!
Then, while online shopping surfing, I found a really obscure ceramic Quilt Shop to add to my collection — you might remember seeing a lot of my collection in the December ’06 Quilter’s Home. Well, it finally came. Take a look.
My good friend and quilt mate Gloria Dighton, read this fascinating blog the other day and remembered that she had some glass door knobs that she rescued from her father’s workbench years ago. She brought them over for me to have which I thought was THE sweetest. Jeff and I are trying to figure out exactly what to do with them. Any ideas? I smell a Quilter’s Home project coming on, don’t you?
And wouldn’t you know it, but another very close quilting friend, Twinny Mangle, brought me a surprise this morning! It’s a vintage spinning wheel, that her sister brought her from Germany a piece that I had once admired. I couldn’t believe my eyes! You know what this means, don’t you?
This farm, Valley Shepard Creamery, is pretty incredible and the cheeses are remarkable. If you’re in the Long Valley, New Jersey area you must stop in for a tour, buy some cheese and relax a little.
Before I start spinning, I’m going to have the piece cleaned and threaded, etc. which means a trip to Frenchtown, New Jersey, to one of my favorite hangouts, The Spinnery, a yarn and weaving store. It’s another spot you’ll want to hit, right on the Delaware River that separates New Jersey and Pennsylvania.
Twinny also brought a bag of hard candy, Black Walnut candy, that she picked up the other day. I had never had it before but I loved it. Jeff wasn’t so crazy about it. Gosh, it looks like crack, doesn’t it? 😮
I remember picking black walnuts out in the woods with my mom and dad, in those big ugly green shells of theirs, that would stain your hands and everything else they touched, black. There is no taste in the world that equals that of the black walnut. I’m not even a chocolate eater, yet my mom’s fudge, loaded with freshly shelled black walnuts was remarkable.