Poll - Sweatshirt Fleece

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[Poll is closed: Just use the fabric to make chicken jammies, and go buy a new dress barely squeaked by Dye it denim blue, because you love dying your clothes denim blue, in a 5 to 4 vote. With results that close, it seems most magnanimous on my part and only fitting that I acknowledge all who took the time to weigh-in. I shall dye the fabric denim blue and go buy a new dress. I'm only doing it for you -- honest Injun...and I can say that without being hammered, because of my Cherokee heritage in my mutt bloodline.]

I bought this fabric online, and when it arrived, I was taken aback by how ugly it is in comparison with the swatch photo. I don't blame the vendor, because the right side of the fabric is even uglier than my camera could capture. I mean it's UGLY, as in What on earth have I done now?!

While the color was named Olive Green, and I suppose the base color is olive, there are also prominent brown threads in the yardage. I should say, though, that during her recent visit, Zoomer pointed out that the wrong side of the fabric is somewhat attractive. In fact, I had to have a big old sit down and listen to me with Zoomer in order to convince her that ugly stuff on the other side is the right side of the fabric.

So I'm asking for your help. I bought the fabric to make a top and skirt. If I make it right side out, it'll be ugly. If I make it wrong side out, I'll be sportin' on the outside the pilling sweatshirt fleece presents when laundered, a telltale sign that someone didn't know what they were doing: "Look at that woman -- she has her clothes on inside-out!"

YOU make the decision. Please don't leave me alone with my wretched fleece.

She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. Proverbs 31:22

Moooore...CHICKENPICS

All flesh is not the same flesh: but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds. I Corinthians 15:39

Kansas Flamingo

He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered:

the LORD is gracious and full of compassion.

~Psalm 11:4

*!*Presenting*!*...

The WHITE Egg

On the 4th of this month, we discovered in the coop a small brown egg, obviously lain by one of the new little hens. I was excited enough to blog a report but stayed my fingers, lest I begin to peck a plethora of chicken posts only a farmer could truly appreciate. These hens -- by the book -- weren't due to lay until December 10th, and the last flock was 3 weeks late laying, so that little brown egg was a welcome and early surprise.

When this pretty, little white number came through the door today, I could contain my excitement no more and grabbed the camera. It's from an Ancona, the only breed we have that lays white eggs...which color we've not seen since we embarked on this chicken venture over a year ago and prompted the inclusion of Anconas (black with white polka-dots) when I ordered the most recent flock.

Stay (pantingly) tuned for photos of blue-green eggs, when the Ameraucanas begin to lay.

Oh Happy Day!

O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise, even with my glory.
Psalm 108:1

Ice Skating

The country folk went to the big city and were treated to ice skating at Belmar in Denver.

Charles and I hovered near the heaters, sipping hot chocolate while the younger set carved their marks in the ice:

We could barely believe our eyes, when Son3 took to the ice for the first time in his life and promptly provided an impressive show of repeatedly gliding across the rink, then spinning like a pro. Only when he left the ice did we learn these weren't intentional maneuvers; his left skated-foot had a mind of its own, and he had no idea when or how often that foot was going to give him a spin. It looks like Son3 is preparing to do one of those fancy turns:

Son3 resting between magical spins:

We couldn't tell if Son4 was practicing his form for Olympic speed skating or about to kiss the ice. He spent much of the evening in this posture:

When OAO Daughter and her little brother, Son2, took ice skating lessons, Son2 quickly passed through two levels, earning patches for each. We had to pay for a second round of lessons for Little Loo, and if I was a swearing woman, I'd swear the instructors took pity on her and fudged on the report of her acquired skills, in order to finally present her with her Basic - Level I patch at the close of the second session. She married a man who can skate and clings to him for dear life:

Swept off her feet by the man who can keep her on her feet. Perfect!

Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen. ~Jude 1:24, 25