Potato Salad

My last post was on Mrs Fisher's delicious potato chips...
Now for 3 dishes that defy gravity...
the Ross Sisters on YouTube

The Yellow Rose of Rockford

Bet you just can't eat one.

I have been introduced to the slightly sweet, salty and highly addictive Mrs. Fisher's Potato Chips.
Richard found the mother-lode on our last trip.
I haven't won the best story contest, yet.
Maybe this photo submission will get me a free 5 pound bucket.
Mmmmmm.

Becoming Solvent

I love scrounging for treasure, and often these treasures have been bound up by well intentioned folks with horrible cello tape. Or perhaps, decades old masking tape. What cleans the residue?

I start out simple...a warm water bath with a drop of dish soap.
If that doesn't cut it,
my cleanser of choice...Simple Green
Nice fresh scent, earth friendly and concentrated so that you can dilute it depending on the job. Full strength will tackle oily dirt.

Another product that I love is an orange peel based solvent, CitraSolv that absolutely removes grease pen or glue residue from glass, metal or wood. However, you must be very careful using it on any resin or plastic based product as it will dissolve the finish as well as the offending stain. I've ruined an antique lacquered canister.

Today's little cleaning project was an acrylic desk organizer that had cellophane adhesive that would not budge. I finally resorted to vegetable oil on a soft cloth and a whole lot of elbow grease.

In 28 Minutes I Will be Restored

I have been dragging around all day.
Too much rich food last night.
A funeral this morning.
Running ragged, I'm not complaining really, shipping, shopping, tipping.

There is a group of people assembling for the Restorative Yoga that I teach on Thursday nights.
In 24 minutes, I will be honing in to what it is I've been unable to feel all day.

Warm Blue

We are here in Minnesota, under a shifting, eight inch blanket of snow.

Richard had moved some furniture around in Caroline's bedroom, aka Studio B. I took advantage of all the ambient, white light to shoot some new items for the shop that will post tomorrow. The warm blue walls are a nice respite to all the holly dazzle color of the season. I remember going three rounds on the paint for her room, continuing to add black and orange pigment.
The first picture of the Frankoma urn was taken in Studio A, our bedroom. The walls are painted buff biege but often take a blue cast in digital photography.

Many thanks.

Unexpectedly, a happy thanksgiving.
This was the first year that my daughter was not able to join us.
But...Ione was in fine form.
Brother Ted helped with the gravy,
Richard read our fortunes
and my son taught me how to play Texas hold'em.

And the leaves fell strategically on the divot in the pumpkin pie.

Always a Bridesmaid...

The 1950's vintage prom dresses that I found in at an estate sale are finally getting their just deserts.
I've taken over my daughter's bedroom for a studio. The natural light can be variable. My little Cannon Power Shot A80 serviceable but not great. And my vintage dress form, just too darn big for most of the pieces I own. We salvaged the old, bead-board closet door this summer and it makes a nice foil to the blue walls. The light is good today, so I gotta get crackin'. I hope to have these frothy delights in the shop tonight!