Happy feast of the Guardian Angels! Thank you Guardian Angels, for keeping us safe and helping us remain on the path of righteousness.
"For he commands his angels with regard to you,to guard you wherever you go.With their hands they shall support you,lest you strike your foot against a stone." Psalms 91:11-12
Right now there's a whole lot of nothing special going on, but I actually prefer things that way. I catered lunch for the teachers at the dance studio today and that was enough of something special to last until next week. Now I'd like to sit down and knit a while, but it's really time to make supper. So, I'm blogging. What the heck.
Well, I'm back. I had to make dinner. We had potato cheddar soup, which, because it's soup is not a family favorite, but I love soup and it's cheap and easy. This recipe was good, if your family will eat celery and onions. I admit I made a roux with 3 tablespoons of butter and used nothing low-fat. I also added a couple dashes of Tabasco. Yum.
I think I mentioned the other day that I bought a tortilla press, and we had some leftover from Tuesday's dinner. They were delicious -- much better than store bought. The flour tortillas (I used that recipe), however, don't get quite thin enough in the press. They initially get thin, but then the dough shrinks back and they thicken, so I had to roll them a little after I pressed them.
It's been a busy week in the kitchen, but I planned it that way on purpose. Last night I made homemade pasta, and baked cupcakes for St. Therese. Today I catered the dance teacher lunch (I really just made ham and egg salad and bought a meat and cheese tray, bread, chips, and fruit).
I have been "testing" the nerve pain in my leg because I had the spinal injection two weeks ago and the doctor said in two weeks I would know if it worked. Unfortunately, the nerve pain is the same, so after all that nothing has changed. It was my last choice of treatment, so I guess from now on the poor souls in purgatory will get my sacrifice.
St. Therese cupcakes -- the little yellow roses are butter mints from a local candy shop. They may or may not have been the only thing Faith and I picked up from there.
I mentioned last week that we painted the family room in anticipation of a new sofa. The sofa did arrive on Saturday -- yay! And I love it because it's nice and firm, and the kids don't like it because it's nice and firm, which means it might last a little longer.
The walls are now a pretty blue (not the blue I really wanted but a blue they are staying) and Doug put up crown molding. The end tables are new and the sofa is new. It's really the same color as the former sofa, and I realized today that our homes say a lot about us. One might think I like things plain, but I actually like things calm. Too much pattern makes too much stimulation for me.
The lovely print in this photo is by Kim Fry. It's the side door of Notre Dame. The handsome stein belonged to my husband's grandfather.
A lot of the decisions I made about the room have to do with the quilt on the back of the sofa. This quilt was made for my father-in-law when he was being treated for and succumbing to cancer. You probably can't see the photo above the sofa but it's the last family photo taken. We all wore different colors for the photo and they just happen to be the same colors in the quilt. And my mother-in-law just happened to know I would treasure that quilt.
My red and blue pillows look nice with it, and the Sacred Heart painting over the fireplace looks so nice with the blue and red. It's so nice to have a fresh new room.
I had a mad knitting project going a few weeks ago. I was a test knitter for this darling sweater, called Sister Wren, and it's available now for purchase (the pattern). It was a really quick knit and I like it heaps. My yarn notes, etc. are here. I think I'll knit it again in the next size up.
I finished that big project and have yet to block it, but I'm glad I finished it as quickly as I did. Now I'm onto a shawl for myself. Another easy knit -- with nice neat rows of knitting. It's too dark to get a photo now but I have lots more rows left to knit.
Well, I know I had lots more to say, but it's past 9 p.m. and my thoughts are all gone. If I think of them, I'll try to remember them for another day.