Attracked to the Flame...

...does that make me a bug? No wait - I already asked that question. I should keep quiet before someone actually answers it!

I thought some of you may find it interesting to get a little peek into Poladora's Lampwork Shop. There's so much to show and tell that I'm going to make it a multi-part series. ("Oh No - she's going to do the same thing she did to us with 'Verna'!!") Don't worry - Verna is alive and well sitting on my dining room table (no place in my home is safe from my projects). Oh, wait, my lampwork shop is in an outside garage/shop that I share a corner of with my hubby. There are NO torches, kilns, or Oxygen or LP fuel tanks in the house - thought I'd better clarify that.

Above, you can see my torch, my desk, and a few supplies and tools. You can also see my prescription safety glasses for lampwork. These enable me to look at my work in the flame. Without them, I could do serious damage to my eyes and, I would not be able to see my work when it is in the flame. Mine have a magnification because I'm old...

This is a picture of my kiln. It can open from the top or from the front - see the little trap door? I open the front door to place newly made beads and marbles into the kiln for annealing without opening the top and releasing all of the heat in a whoosh.

As you can see, the top also makes a nifty little "warming pad" to warm glass prior to using it in the flame (so that it doesn't explode!) This will be a discussion for another day - along with other useful safety tips...

Oh - the warm top of the kiln also makes an excellent spot for your cup of tea!

Can You Describe this Face?...

...I can! It's one of my grandson's expressions and difficult to describe other than WOW! BTW, he's really a very good looking boy.

Yes, we continue to be a parent's worst nightmare...in this case, a Grandpa who makes go-carts for the grandkids. Notice, No seat belts, NO helmets, NO pads... somehow, they both survived the ride around our HUGE circle driveway on the flat.

Ready...

Set...                                                

(I guess Grandpa didn't want his picture taken. BTW, he's quite handsome too.)

GO!...

Gee, who do you think is holding on tighter - Grandpa or our grandson?... and is that our grandson's little foot pressing on Grandpa's foot even harder than Grandpa wants to go? Naw! (See, I told you they were both very good looking!)

The Search for "Verna"...

...has paid off! I found her hiding under one of my other projects! Who knew?

Here are just some of the pieces of fabric and batting needed to complete this Verna Totse project for my boutique Poladora...



Not included are interfacing, elastic, and elastic fabric covering, which have not been cut yet, thread choice (which I hate since it means I have to wind a bobbin - why is winding bobbins such a dreaded task when it is actually such an easy one?!?), and choice of button. (I always choose the button last because I want something that goes with the overall personality of the Totse and that's hard to do until it's partially finished.)

Golden Harvest Under Construction...

I spent all day sewing all of the different squares and pieces together to create this finished top (by "finished", I mean it's all sewn together now, whereas in the previous post they were just pieces sitting separately on my design board so I could decide where I wanted each piece to be).

Then, I pinned my mini Pizzazz top to a piece of Warm and Natural all cotton quilt batting (so the fabric would stay smooth while I stitched it to the batting), and then machine stitched all around the piece with a ziz-zag stitch (very tiny), to prevent fraying of the material top while I progressed with my process. I also ran a bead of Fray Check along the zig-zag to further secure the fabric from fraying.

I like to leave a little bit of batting all around the edge for my next step. I will trim it later.
Next step - on to the hand-embroidery of focal features within the focal fabric, using a special gold metallic embroidery thread (Madeira), to match the gold outlining of the print. I'll also do some gold beading in specific areas of the overall piece to make my "Golden Harvest" mini Pizzazz quilt more interesting and unique.







The hand-embroidery and beading will take the longest time in the process - so stay tuned!

Golden Harvest...

...will be the name I give this Thanksgiving mini pizzazz decorative quilt when it is finished! All you can see here are just the individual pieces laid out on my board in the pattern that I want to stitch it together in.

I try to look at each pizzazz as a painting and envision a source of light coming in from one corner at the top and washing down the "canvas" to the bottom opposite corner. This gives me an opportunity to "weight" the patches and it makes it easier to decide which patches should go where.

I can't guarantee that this mini pizzazz will turn out the way you see it here - because you just never know with me since I'm never satisfied! (I'm a first born perfectionist - it' a sickness...) But I thought you'd like to see part of the process in any event.

Isn't this a gorgeous fabric? It's soooo Fall - sooo harvest - soooo elegant...stop me please!

Not Your Average Egg...

Well, are you hungary yet? If not, you've either just eaten a big meal, or I take bad pictures...or both.

Our daughter Jen, her husband and our b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l granddaughter were here this weekend and I made them egg casserole for breakfast. (My husband actually does all of the cooking in our house - I only cook to impress company.)

Jen asked for the recipe and I thought "Great! This is a great way to further procrastinate on my 'Verna' progression! (As in not progressing.) Instead of giving it to her - I'll just blog it!" So, here ya go...

Ingredients:
6 slices of bread (cubed) - I like to use potato bread
6 large brown eggs - OK, OK, white is fine too
2 cups of 2% milk
1/2 cup aerosol whipped cream - I prefer extra creamy (exact measurement not critical)
1 lb tube of Bob Evans original sausage - I know, I know, the arteries...
1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 cup dry chopped onion - in the spice section at your grocery store
1 small red bell pepper (cut into tiny squares) - don't want to freak out the kids...
1/2 tsp vanilla - yes, really
buttered sheet cake baking pan or smaller - not too big or it will come out too flat

Note: This is a recipe you prepare the night before, and then bake the following morning for breakfast or brunch.

Prepare in this order:

Precook the sausage into crumbles the size of small marbles - remove the sausage from the pan and set aside. Keep the pan with its drippings in it and add the red bell pepper (already cut up).

On low heat, spread out the pepper to evenly cook. Add 1/4 tsp of sugar to the top of the peppers. This will sweeten the peppers. (Peppers have a tendancy to "overwhelm" a recipe once in it - this reduces that effect and adds just the right flavor.)

While your peppers are cooking on low, blend your eggs, milk, shredded cheddar, chopped onion, and vanilla. (Time to turn over the peppers to cook on the other side.)

Add the bread cubes and make sure it's mixed evenly. Add your sausage (separately), and reblend evenly.

Pour mixture into the baking pan and even out. Take your now-cooked red pepper squares and evenly dispurse them across the top of the mixture in the pan. Use a butter knife to push each one into the mixture to varying depths. Sprinkle a little shredded cheddar over the top for fun.  

Cover with plastic wrap and keep in the frig overnight. This is very important. It allows these different flavors to merge in a way that they can't do if stuck right into the oven.

The next morning, preheat your oven to 300 degrees F. Go fix your cup of coffee and if you need them, put your glasses on!...

Place baking pan in oven at 300 degrees and set the timer for 30 minutes. At the end of 30 minutes, pick up the pan with two hands (using pot holders please), and see if the mixture moves easily back and forth in the pan with a slow rocking motion. If it does, it's not done. Check every 5 minutes thereafter until the center solidifies - don't let it get too brown on the top. (It may be a little loose in the very center when done but will harden up once it sits out for 5-10 minutes.) Don't forget there is melted cheese in there - it may not mean the eggs are not done.

Once it sits out of the oven for 5 to 10 minutes, it is ready to cut into squares for serving. Depending on the size of square cut, use a spatula or broad fork to remove each piece. These squares reheat in the microwave beautifully the following day - or freeze leftover squares in individual ziplocks for another day.

Bon Appetite! (Did I spell that right?!)

Grandmother Withdrawal...

Getting back to the bi-line of my "Poladora" banner, I'd like to talk about my relationship with my beloved Grandmother and how everything she taught me as a child to pass along to my grandchildren has gone to waste (at least, in my mind).

See this little cutie? I love her to death. But, she's only one of six grandchildren and I don't see her that often because she lives in another state (I hope to change that someday when we move there - soon.) Even the kids close by are not an everyday part of our lives. (I admit that some of that is my fault due to my ruptured disc and my past career choice as a Chairman and CEO - so I'll take my lumps.)

But that's not the point. The point is that I had the most wonderful grandmother (and grandparents on the other side), anyone could ever ask for. More importantly, she/they taught me things that were enduring and could have and should have been passed down to my grandchildren. But, I can't. Not because I don't want to, but because I keep hitting roadblocks that are difficult to accept. Don't get me wrong - I have wonderful adult children and my experiences with this are limited to specific incidences that in some cases, are just a sign of the times.

Things are different now. The days of staying at Grandma's for a couple of weeks in the summer are over. The days of teaching your granddaughters the fine etiquette of linen folding and "company manners" is over. No child I know can ride a bike without a helmet. Hmmm...I lived! They can't ride in your car with you because you don't have the right car seat! (And, moving that car seat from their vehicle to yours is just beyond the pale of possibilities...)

We can't teach our grandchildren things we would like to pass down from our generation or generations before us because - well, you name it - it's too dangerous, it's not politically correct, the parents would rather have that memory for themselves (but they don't seem to ever get to it), we might give them something that's well,  not good for them - like sweets! OMG! Dare I say it? The "S" word?? SUGAR!!! There, I said it. (BTW, Kool-Aid was a fine thing in my day, AND, there was no childhood obesity or diabetic problem like there is today.) Anyone hear of the term "everything in moderation"?

What happened to the days where Grandma and Grandpa could be the bad guys - you know, the ones who get away with sneaking something considered not great for the kid - but an awful lot of fun!? I remember my Grandma letting me stay up later than the other 4 kids in her care for the weekend (I was the oldest by 4 years), watching the late movie - which I probably didn't understand at all (remember "Johnny Belinda"?) - and sharing in Grandma's little before-bed ritual of a cup of instant Sanka and a piece of coffee cake slathered in butter. WOW, was that great! How I slept those nights, I'll never know.

BUT, bedtime included climbing into bed with Grandma at the same time and reading a book before I dozed off. I was only imitating Grandma but don't you get it? That's what it was all about...even if she did give me "Moby Dick" and "The Old Man and the Sea" as reading material as a little girl in grade school... E-Gads. No wonder I fell asleep!

Am I ranting? You bet I am. Read what I wrote about my SISSY Smart Start Tummy Time Play Blanket in my Etsy boutique - "Poladora". I believe every word of it. This generation of children are growing up with weaker immune systems because they live in bubbles and can never take any risks. They're overprotected, overscheduled, overdriven (in cars), oversanitized, and have way too many toys. (Yes, I'm guilty of contributing to this - but I do try to make them things like marbles, zipper pulls, dresses, cuddle blankets, and even doll clothes....)  BUT, most important, they have no down time!

My generation of kids didn't die more! We really lived! We walked to school and back (and froze our little buns off). We stayed overnight at our friends houses almost every weekend (and weren't molested). We went to the park with friends ALONE. We lived, we played, we created our own fun with a rock and a twig. We became creative, we became self-sufficient, we became independent, we moved out of our parents' home at 18, not 30-something. We got married young and had babies before we were 30!

I wanted to be the best Grandmother I could in memory of my beloved Grandmother Paulina, who I loved more than life itself. Just look at my blog, my flkr photostream, and my boutique - almost everything you see came somehow, someway from my relationship with her. Don't rob your children of the opportunity to expand their world and learn all about who their elders and ancestors are. My favorite times were listening to Grandma tell me stories about "the old country". You owe this history it to them in a way only grandparents can tell it.

Some of my children may take this post personally - don't. I love you all and not all of you have done any of the above. God knows that I wasn't the best parent - but I think all of you are great parents in very different ways.

I'm simply sharing my frustration with not being able to fulfill my purpose, as I see it.