Cold Outside and In Flew Enza

And in Flew Enza

Noting the Cold Outside,

and inspired by Steph’s refashioning, I focused today on making skirts out of wool sweaters. Success! I have two wool skirts now (and a pair of leggings). But it was way too blizzardy today for photos (picture above was taken a week ago Saturday). Visibility is bad, the roads are terrible, and the goats—who I’d hoped to bring with me on the photo shoot— are hiding in their barn, munching hay. None of us want to leave the snug warmth of our shelters (they have a heat lamp; I have a fire).

Besides, my throat is sore and I’m snuffly. I’ve got some sort of bug. What is the rest of that nursery rhyme, the one that ends with ” and in flew Enza”? It is on the tip of my fuzzy brain. I should look it up. It’s a little morbid (at least its origins are), like “ashes, ashes, we all fall down”.

But I can still do warm (and sweet), even though I’m feeling morbid. Instead of woolen skirts and frolicking goats, my show and tell is comprised of a couple of loose ends. If you’re a quilter, think of them as remnants. Perfectly good. I’ll share them now and hope that everything (including Enza) gets better.

Sweet and Warm:

French toast on a winter morning, mmm. Made with homemade whole wheat bread & homegrown eggs, spread with cream cheese and homemade apricot jam (our favorite), sprinkled with cinnamon and almonds, and drizzled with real maple syrup (yes, expensive! hence, drizzled). Love it when breakfast looks this pretty with so little effort.

Downright Darling Meisha:

Meisha is wearing a thrifted silk skirt I mentioned in an earlier post. The whole outfit is thrifted…blouse, belt, skirt…for less than $10.

Candid moments of Meisha’s photo shoot were fun. Love the scarf trailing in the breeze and my daughter’s beautiful smile.

Let’s not leave without a quick goat peek!

Love my goat’s winter coats. Soft and thick…and warm. Their normal body temp is quite a bit higher than ours.

This little white hen is always trying to get a fair share of the goat’s feed. She is pretty smart about it too.

…And (as of this morning, before the blizzard and the chills), I’m still running. Running in snow is like running in paradise (till it gets packed…then it’s like running on an ice rink).