Thursday, June 19, 2008

Some updates, as promised...yeah, really.

I promised to update you on my badge progress, so here 'tis:

I've received the first level badge in Aprons and Intermediate level badges for both Crochet and Embroidery. As soon as I find my camera in the midst of this packing, I'll be submitting my photos for Tatting (lace making, not tattoos). I'll have to find five people to teach crochet to if I want to go for Expert, so I'm not sure that's gonna happen. It will be a month before I can work on any new levels or badges. (Update: you gotta click on Speck's badges in the comments - they are amazing and she made them for me!)

In further updates, our veggie garden is alive, surprisingly, given the weather this June. Unfortunately, the yellow cucumbers didn't make it through the cold snap. The tomato plants are growing, if not sprouting tomatoes, and the pepper plants seem to be getting taller. The odd experiment, our four corn stalks in a planter, do seem to be growing taller and thicker, but once we get the planter at the new place and against a wall for support, I think it will do better. We still need to get the pumpkin seeds in - hope that we haven't missed the window of opportunity.

I'm still working up my recipes for the contests, so nothing to report on that front.

We now return you to your regular scheduled and interesting programming....


Speck said...

You *so* need a Shiny Thing for each badge you earn. I didn't find any on the Farmgirl Sisterhood site, so I made you some. :)

link --> KA's Badges

Speck said...

Humm....To see them all, right click on the link and "Open in New Window."

Kimberly Ann said...

Best badges ever! They are Speck-tacular, truly. :-)

Thank you!

rosemary said...

I would love to learn how to crochet....can you do it by email or phone? I'd be a student! My mother used to be a tatter....with a big spool with nails on the top. She made beautiful spider webby looking lace.

forsythia said...

Grandma told me this story from circa 1918. She was taking my dad and Uncle Dale to the movies. She rolled up the doily she was working on and stuck it in my dad's pocket. He was about 5 years old. She forgot about it. On the way home, my dad said, "Mom, I was 'forshaying' at the movies."
"What do you mean, 'forshaying'?"
Dad pulled what was left of her doily out of his pocket. He had unraveled most of it! :-)