One of the many things I enjoy about Foodie Friday and Everything Else is finding like-minded women. We share a love of home--decorating, cooking, remodeling, setting the table, photography, gardening, and finding ways to improve the quality of life.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Thursday, April 13, 2017
No matter if you are a newcomer or an old-timer at Foodie Friday and Everything Else, it's always fun to see your projects. This week, we are pleased to share a sampling of Easter inspiration from last week's party.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Welcome to Foodie Friday and Everything Else, hosted by Bandwidth, Michael Lee's son.
I'll be hosting the party until my mom returns. Thanks to everyone who participated last week and left well wishes. Mom will write each of you when she's back at her desk.
Sunday, April 2, 2017
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
"And suddenly you know:
it's time to start something new
and trust in the magic of beginnings."
-- Meister Eckhart
February - March 2017
All journeys have a beginning. After two years of mourning, I was finally ready to share my life with a four-legged companion. I adore all breeds, but the terrier group is my favorite--I'm enchanted by their pluck, vibrant personalities, and comical expressions.
Monday, March 27, 2017
Last weekend, I attended a dog show in West Tennessee with my family. Bandwidth and my husband went in one direction; I went in another. By the time we reconnected, we couldn't stop smiling.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Our work shines when we engage in activities that we truly enjoy. The project seems effortless, infused with magic--and it's contagious. This joy is transferred to our readers. The opposite happens when we're facing deadlines or if we're plodding along cheerlessly, forcing ourselves to complete a project. Smart readers pick up on that negativity.
We do our best work when enthusiasm and talent collide. But how can we maintain the State of Enchantment?
Thursday, March 16, 2017
I'm glad you stopped by Foodie Friday and Everything Else. The sun is streaming through the windows, but the wind is nippy, the kind that makes me want to drink hot, lemony tea and burrow under flannel blankets. Me, I don't like cold snaps. I have to continually remind myself about the Temperature of Happiness, so I'll throw off those blankets and step outside.
Monday, March 13, 2017
We're dog people.
My mother says that I was co-raised by a dog--Cindy, a blue Weimerainer. This 60 pound beauty would gently prop her nose into my crib and make sure I was breathing. If I cried, Cindy would race out of my nursery and find my mother, who was usually hanging clothes on the line. Cindy would bite a corner of Mom's blouse and pull her into the house. I had Cindy on my mind when I drove over to Franklin, Tennessee, to see an AKC dog show.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
I've set a place just for you at this week's Foodie Friday and Everything Else. On this spring-like day, we'll enjoy a light lunch, then wander out to the Adirondack chairs and wait for dusk.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
I need no prodding to enjoy an afternoon on the porch. In early March, the trees are still bare, and the view shows a wide sweep of sky and mountains. It's a view with an expiration date: soon we'll look into greenery, and one end of the porch will resemble a tree house.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
In my mind, I see you walking up the gravel path to the Foodie Friday and Everything Else Link Party. Under the string lights, food is set out on a long farm table. Red checkered napkins cover pans of lasagna, buttermilk fried chicken, salads, homemade rolls. Further down, bright bandanas are tied around Crock Pots, steam rising beneath the glass lids. At the far end of the table, on tiered plates, you'll find cupcakes, cake balls, and brownies. This talented group of ladies have also brought sewing projects, DIY ideas, printables, fashion, Easter and St. Patrick's Day ideas, homemade soap, decorating tips, greenery and fresh flowers, and food for thought. Beneath the starry sky, I hear girl talk and laughter: the music of our tribe.
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
February Weather Journal
2/1/17-- The month begins with 58 degrees and clouds. Is it too much to hope for sun? The temperature is supposed to drop tonight, and rain is on the way. I am leery about this month, afraid it will be like January, nothing but a cold dungeon. I shouldn't complain because, so far, we haven't seen the pipe shattering temps of a polar vortex. I am determined to take at least one photograph a day, but a dark house creates challenges.
Monday, February 27, 2017
Winter's hearty stews and casseroles left me with a desire to lighten the menu...but not too much. With more spring-like weather on the way, I need a transitional dish, something that straddles the seasons. Nothing is more perfect than an old fashioned cornbread salad.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
February gave a taste of simple, sweet, slow living, yet it broke all the rules. Warm, sunny days awoke the garden, setting off a premature blooming season. As I walked around the yard, white petals broke loose from the spirea and rose into the wind. Life was stirring in the butterfly bushes, too, dotting the branches with round green leaves--last year they hadn't sprouted until the end of April.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
I'm happy to see you at Foodie Friday and Everything Else. The arrival of spring-like weather caught us by surprise--70 degree temps, watery breezes, a swirl of daffodils--but I'm not complaining. My yard looks bedraggled, full of leaves and debris. The balmy temperatures might not last, so I'm sweeping away the cobwebs.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Ask any writer, and they'll name dozens of ways to hone a manuscript or post--weeding adjectives, eliminating unintentional rhyme, varying sentence length (and reducing the number of words that end in "ing"). Before I publish a post, I do a little trick. I tuck a power word at the end of almost every sentence. This is called "backloading."
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
When I look back on my girlhood, I don't remember dances or old beaus--I think about chicken salad. Even then, I was a bit obsessed with food, and my mother didn't have to cajole me to attend teas and luncheons. Nothing could compete with a buffet table: silver platters piled high with petit fours, lemon squares, pecan tassies, pastel mints, and tea sandwiches. An itty bitty chicken salad sandwich could make me swoon. At every event, I stood in line, imagining the first bite: the bread would be soft and barely there, but the salad would be cold, like touching your lips to glacial water, followed by warmth, comfort, and crunch, laced with mayonnaise and sweet bits of meat. One was never enough, but my mother was watching. Only uncouth, unladylike females reached for a second helping, and I tried to restrain myself in front of the chicken salad police.
Monday, February 20, 2017
On a cold, sunless day in January, I took down the festive holiday garlands and tucked away the woodland ornaments. The house looked off-kilter, bare in some places and cluttered in others. I rearranged tabletops and pushed furniture from room to room. An hour later, as I surveyed the scratched floors, I knew what was wrong: I'd lost my decorating mojo.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
It's a pleasure to see your lovely faces at this week's Foodie Friday and Everything Else. You are a fun, talented group, and I adore playing with you. I'm still testing formats for our party, and I'd love to hear your opinions and ideas!
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
When I think about the heart, I tend to be scientific, worrying about plaque and hardened arteries. But when trouble strikes, I put a steadying hand on my chest. Indeed, the ancients believed this organ was the center of human emotion, and poets wasted no time weaving their magic.
Monday, February 13, 2017
"What a pretty bouquet," the check-out lady said. "Are you having a party?"
No, just brightening the house, I answered. Flowers always have a way of creating a little magic. As I walked out of the grocery, I held the flowers, the paper wrapper crinkling against my coat, feeling happy and festive, as if I were on my way to a wedding or other happy occasion.
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Welcome, welcome! It's time for Foodie Friday and Everything Else. I love that we don't have to leave our cozy nests to party. We can sit by the virtual fire and visit. Last week's party was amazing, filled with ideas for Valentine's Day, along with DIY projects, cold-weather recipes, and gorgeous tablescapes.
Thursday, February 2, 2017
And suddenly it's February, a month that's brief but notoriously fierce, the only month with a heart in the middle. I'm happy to see you this week at Foodie Friday and Everything Else. Let me get you a drink, and we'll warm up by the fire and talk about the highlights from last week's party.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Each summer my mother sent me away to live with my Southern grandmother. Mimi loved Jesus, lemon pound cake, old fashioned roses, and afternoon tea. As she hummed "In the Garden," she brewed a pot of tea, then made vignettes for us with china and fresh flowers. She also created a world, a little pocket of calmness, a place for a young girl to gather strength.
Thursday, January 26, 2017
January has been dark and shadowy, as if a curtain has been pulled over my neck of the woods. I crave sunlight, but I am learning how to be productive. I'm organizing my basement office, and I have enjoyed quiet teatimes and leisurely breakfasts. After two years of being without my Yorkies, I am finally starting to look for a furry, tail-wagging, loves-you-no-matter-what terrier.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Glad you stopped by Foodie Friday & Everything Else. As I write this post, fog is so dense I can't see the road. The hilltop hasn't been graced with sunlight for 20 days in a row, but I won't let the gloom take hold. I'm making an effort to see, and to create, beauty in everyday life.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Welcome to the first Foodie Friday and Everything Else party of 2017. I'm glad you're here. Take off your boots and coat, and let's talk about your week. In my neck of the woods, I haven't seen the sun in days and days. And it's been cold.