Willy-Nilly Friday 5 No. 74

Willy-Nilly Friday 5

1. I realized I’ve not shared photos taken at the quilt show. This little quilt was made from printed panels. I fell for all those pretty birds. It was hanging in one of the vendor’s booths, so I didn’t get a nice, straight angle on it. 

2. This was from a needle-felting kit I considered buying. When I found out I had to needle-felt my own dragonflies, I hesitated, considering I’ve not done that before. I did buy some needle-felting supplies at a previous show, so I need to practice a bit lot. 

3. I experimented with a gluten-free recipe for pizzelles. Anyone want a pizzelle grill? Just kidding. I cleaned it.

4. Then I got the idea to make the batter into cookies and bake them. The first batch stuck to the baking sheet, so I used parchment paper for subsequent pans. The final one (not because I was out of batter, but out of patience) ended up like this when the parchment slid off the tray. The grandkids liked the cookies that did turn out OK. I think I’ll stick to bird photography, and maybe try my hand at needle felting; and leave the baking to Julie! (Check out her White Chocolate Irish Cream cupcakes!)

5. Here’s a sunset photo taken at our Town Center recently.

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Word A Day–Shoe

Nancy’s word prompt for today, shoe, has certainly taxed my brain. You know that can’t be a good thing. This is the person who managed to lose her address book in the midst of mailing Christmas cards. 

I imprinted “shoe” on my daily planner as a reminder to focus on the thought throughout the day while attending to other tasks on the list. Shoe strode across my mind as I sorted laundry, loaded the washer, transferred it to the dryer, and put it away.

Shoe sneaked around as I baked blueberry muffins. Lots of blueberry muffins, big and small. It paced to and fro across my brain as I measured the ingredients and baked pizzelles.  

Shoe slipped into the chair beside me as I cleared dozens of emails telling me to hurry up and shop at discounted prices and get on-time delivery for the holidays; checked Facebook statuses and added my two cents; read blogs and added another two cents worth of comments.  

When I discovered the foot rest on my recliner had eaten my address book, shoe was still running through my head, but it wasn’t leaving a trail I could follow. I googled, and dictionaried, and thesaurussed the word.

At one point, I felt akin to the old woman who lived in a shoe. I had so many projects, but didn’t know what to do. I googled that nursery rhyme, but realized I was running out of time. So, here I sit at 12:38 (EST), do I bake oatmeal cookies, or do I wait? Sleep would be nice, but sleepy I’m not. There are gifts to wrap, and more to be bought. 

Hmm, I wonder if they need shoes?