Saturday, December 19, 2015

The Legend of the Christmas Candy Cane

Do you know the legend of the Christmas Candy Cane?  No?

Well, legend has it that, many years ago, a candy maker wanted to make a candy that would symbolize the true meaning of Christmas – Jesus.  So, he took a piece of white hard candy and shaped it into a “J.”  The white signified Jesus’ purity, and the red stripes he added were the blood that Jesus shed to save mankind from his sins. 






Whether true or simply part of the many myths of the Christmas season, it has become an inspirational story for Christians, and a reminder what it is we are truly celebrating – the birth of our Savior. 


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Risking the Wrath of the Gods and Other Treats

Well, my dear Readers, having survived my November DIY project (See “Four Men, a Guy and a Girl.”), it was time to give myself a treat.  I always recommend rewarding yourself after a job well done --- actually, even if it’s NOT so well done, but at least DONE, you still need a treat. 

And so, a day at one of my favorite places, The Philadelphia Museum of Art, was in order. 




If the steps of this gorgeous Greek revival building look vaguely familiar to you, you’re probably old enough to remember a certain Philadelphia boxer running up them.  No? 



Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Four Men, a Guy and a Girl

I do apologize for posting only once last month, but I have a very good excuse.  After twelve loooooong years of living with cream-colored, wall-to-wall carpet in my living room and dining room, it is finally gone and I’m a very happy woman. 




That carpet was the bane of my existence from the day we moved in.  My husband liked its cushy feel, but I wanted to rip it out before we moved in.  Unfortunately, the timing just wasn’t right.  I hated it, and I could never keep it clean. 


Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Here's to the Mothers of Invention !!

It was the day after Thanksgiving, and I was ironing.  Call me crazy, but I really don’t mind ironing.  In fact, I rather like it. 

Courtesy of The Curious Quilter

As a little girl, I used to watch Mme Mère stand at the ironing board as she gently, but firmly, smoothed away the wrinkles in my father’s shirts.  There was something so satisfying and soothing about it.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful, I thought, if the bumps and wrinkles in life could be smoothed away just as easily?   Clearly I was a deep thinker even as a child (Insert smiley face here.). 


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