Caturday!

(photo courtesy of http://icanhascheezburger.com/)

Quote of the Day

"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library." Jorge Luis Borges

Happy Valentine's Day

(Images from Dover and from Patrice at Agence Eureka)

Valentine Projects, New and Vintage

Please check out the Toymaker's Valentine's Day projects. As always, they are free and may be downloaded from her website.

And if you're looking for the ultimate romantic kitchen assessory, here's a link to a pattern for a heart-shaped potholder, scanned from a 1950 Smart Sewing magazine.

Introducing Reserve Cat

One year ago this week, our old German Shepherd Blitzen died peacefully in his sleep, stretched out across the doorway to the sewing room.

Two days later, the spousal unit pointed out that if we didn’t get another pet soon, the Drama Queen was going to kill us (his exact words). He suggested a kitten, but one old enough to stand up to her. So, in the middle of a blinding snowstorm, we drove to the local no-kill shelter, which located in an old barn next to the gun club on Route 9 (I’m sure that’s a coincidence).

It’s a privately run shelter and is very much an ad-hoc shoestring operation. Their definition of small animal appears to be somewhat elastic as there were half a dozen horses, three beautiful Malemutes and a couple of ostriches among the residents when we arrived (one of the ostriches had been beaten over the head by some upstanding citizen to the point where its right eye was missing).

The cats were in the top of the barn, in a series of partitioned-off small rooms overflowing with every age, size and color of felines. We had almost succumbed to a coy black fluffball when a little redheaded cat in the next space noticed us and immediately began trying to tear down the partition with his bare paws, yelling at the top of his voice all the while.

We entered the other room and the redhead leaped a good nine feet across the floor, dug his claws into the spousal unit’s Carharrt, and frantically turned on the purr. After that it was no contest; he wanted us so badly!

The paperwork was handled by one of the shelter owners, a gentleman with a strong resemblence to Santa Claus. As we waited, the office cats checked us out while the redhead still clung to us, purring if anything even more loudly. We were head-bumped by a very large, sleek and friendly tabby. Santa looked over his eyeglasses and said kindly “That’s Soldier Boy. I’m afraid he’s not available.”

Seems Soldier Boy’s human was called back to active duty for Iraq and, having nowhere else to take him, the young man brought him to the shelter in the hopes they could find him a good home. Santa and the rest of the staff determined that Soldier Boy would be kept and cared for until his human returned.

(I sometimes wonder if the young man has made it back. If he did, his cat is waiting for him.)

We managed to detach Rufus (his shelter name) from the spousal unit and insert him into the cat carrier, a new experience and one he let us know he really did not care for. When we got him home I’m afraid the Drama Queen regarded him rather less as the answer to a maiden’s prayer and rather more the way the mayor of Atlanta regarded William Tecumseh Sherman.


It was not love at first or even second, third, or fourth sight.


Granted, he stank. The unmistakably ammoniac aroma of an overcrowded and understaffed shelter clung to him until I coordinated an introduction to some waterless pet shampoo. He also had (still has) a high prey drive and attacked my knitting, my running shoes, the remote, and the most recent issue of National Geographic with equal zeal. He didn’t attack the Drama Queen—he wasn’t in her weight class yet although from the size of his feet it was only a matter of time.


He made himself right at home; letting us know that his likes include poached eggs, toes under the covers, anwed welkerring acwroiss compiwerter kurwobards. Dislikes included the vacuum cleaner and being ignored.

It was also clear that he was/is a calculating charmer. As a shelter animal, Reserve Cat spent his first four months without the petting and cuddling that goes with belonging to a family. It has left him greedy for affection and not a little insecure—how long is this good life going to last?--and he never misses a chance to throw himself into the closest available lap, flopping over on his back and writhing blissfully, all the while vibrating like a furry orange Evinrude. Standoffish, he’s not.


He sits at the position of attention, feet together, paws at a 45 degree angle, shoulders back, chin up; and then gives you that wide-eyed gosh-I’m-so-cute-it-hurts look. He drapes himself across the spousal unit’s legs when the man is lying in bed watching tv. He chases wadded up balls of paper, small stuffed toys, and golf whiffle balls, proudly carrying them back to be thrown again. He’s sweet-natured and loving and utterly adorable.


The Drama Queen still hates his guts.


She hides in the linen closet and watches him with her eyes narrowed and a speculative look on her face; and if she had opposable thumbs and could get the hatch open, I think she’d probably push him down the laundry chute.

Vintage Crochet - a Yoke in Filet

Projects like this make me wish I could crochet. From Modern Priscilla, April 1915.

A view that can be expanded to a more legible size is on my Flickr account, here.

Vintage Book Covers-On The TreeTop

Vintage Cookbooks-The Story of Crisco

(Menu for February 10th is offered without comment. The 1913 edition is available online at Project Gutenberg).

Broiled Beefsteak, Baked Potatoes
Creamed Onions
Waldorf Salad
Jellied Figs, Nut Cookies
Coffee

*Waldorf Salad—1 quart chopped apples, 2 cups diced celery, 1-1/2 cups blanched and shredded almonds, and 2/3 cup rolled pecan nut meats. Dress with following dressing, adding little more sugar and lemon juice to taste, just before serving. Mix 1 tablespoon melted Crisco, 1 teaspoon each mustard and white sugar, 1/2 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper. Add 2 well beaten egg yolks and then beat in slowly 4 tablespoons lemon juice. Cook in double boiler till it thickens. Then add whites 2 eggs beaten stiff. Keep on ice till wanted. Stir in 1 cup whipped cream just before serving. This is very good made with 5 egg yolks and 1/2 cup thin cream if whipping cream is unobtainable.

Caturday!

(photo courtesy www.icanhascheezburger.com)

Quote of the Day

"Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit, either." (Elizabeth Zimmerman)

Year of the Rat, continued

And only one day late, here is a cutout rat from the HP site!

Xinnian Keui Lo!

Happy Year of the Rat to all of my peng-you.

25 Motif Challenge - 1940's Snowflake

This snowflake was inspired by an illustration from an eBay find titled The Complete Home Reference Book of Sewing and Needlework, copyright 1944 and 1949. The first half of the book, by Mary Brooks Picken, takes several different types of dresses apart and shows you how to sew them, step by step, with wonderful early 40’s line drawings. The second half is by Elizabeth L. Mathieson and covers knitting, embroidery, crochet, rug making, and tatting. One of the tatting patterns is for a towel edging. Didn’t care for the edging but liked the motif within it, very streamlined and “modern,” with few picots and most of those structural rather than decorative.

I modified the motif for six repeats and tatted six of them together in a circle. Each motif is tatted in one pass only. This makes a fairly large snowflake even in a small thread size such as #40 DMC. In #12 Coton Perle as shown, it’s big enough to make a nice sun catcher but I need to find something with a bit more oomph that spray starch to keep it stiff.


R 7 – 2 – 2 – 7
C 9 – 9
R 7 + 2 – 2 – 7

Continue until you have six rings and chains, joining the last ring to make a circle. Tat five more motifs, joining them by the picots on two adjacent chains, as shown above.

Super Tuesday

(images from Patricia at Agence Eureka.)

Vintage Magazines - Modern Priscilla

(we got our Internet service back!)

Mother Nature strikes again

I'm logging in from the local Red Cross office (no worries; I'm a volunteer here). But we lost power and Internet connectivity in the ice storm last night.

The power is back; the Internet is not. How frail are the constructions of man!

Russian Tea

Strictly speaking this is not Russian (and I’m not sure it’s tea, either!) but it’s good on cold days.

1 cup instant Lipton’s tea
2 cups Tang
1 cup Country Time or other powdered lemonade mix
2 cups sugar
2 t ground cinnamon
½ t ground cloves.

Mix this all together and keep in the pantry in an airtight container. 3 tablespoons of mix to 1 cup of boiling water.

(Vintage Russian postcard images on www.mazaika.com).

Caturday!

Quote of the Day

"Educate men without religion and you make of them but clever devils." (Arthur Wellesley)

FLORA RIDES AGAIN

We got seven and a half inches (19 cm) of snow last night. My Impala, Flora (aka The Red Menace) got me to work ON TIME. I even went past a colleague's and picked her up because her road was not plowed and she drives a compact.

My boss -- who drives a 4 wheel drive yuppiemobile -- is afraid to try the roads and will not be coming to work today. One of my managers and one of my computer operaters ditto, ditto, ditto.

Cue the snarky laugh.