The only thing that separates us from the animals

Captain America and I have similar tastes in clothing. When he is not in uniform, Captain America can be found in house pants, sometimes accompanied by a shirt. Sometimes not. Me too.

Well, I do favor wearing a shirt more than he, but regardless, we tend toward the casual.

I am also not a big wearer of make-up. I don't wear it daily, but I do make it a point to wear it if it is Sunday and if I find my make-up bag in the car on the 10-minute drive to church and if I get stopped by the train on the way.

But Mama didn't raise a complete slob. I do try to always wear lipstick and earrings, because as she taught me, it's not just how you look, it's how you accessorize!

The same thing is true in the world of book folding. Accessories matter.

Take this book, for example. I'm on a Thanksgiving kick, so I decided to fold the word Blessings in this chocolate covered RDCB. I was pretty happy with the way the word turned out. Trying to fit nine letters in 250 pages isn't as easy as it looks, but this font really works well, I think. The original end papers, not so much.

 

The vintage yellowed pages are just too close in color to the washed out orange of the end papers. This book needs the equivalent of a new pair of earrings. So I convinced Captain America to drop me off at Michaels the other day and (happy sigh) went and bought some autumn themed scrapbook paper.

 

But as usual I bought too much, so now I need your opinion. Help me accessorize this book. Which paper do you like the best?

No 1: Autumn leaves photo

No 2: Thanksgiving Paisley

No 3: Dark Leaves

 

No 4: Sparkly leaves (the dark orange ones are glittery)

No 5: Light leaves

No 6: Pumpkin polka dots

 Whaddya think?

October Showers Bring November Weddings

Seasons of life.

A few years ago I couldn't go to the mailbox without getting at least one graduation announcement. Now it's weddings and showers. My kids are of that age and so are all my friends', it seems.

That's fine by me. I love weddings and I love showers. Weddings and showers mean lots of presents, lots of smiles and best of all...

CAKE!

So in honor of all those beautiful brides and handsome grooms out there, this one's for you.

And speaking of love, here is how I blog these days.

That's Rudy, the dauschund, with her head hanging over the edge of the couch and Oreo, the cat, spooning my arm. 

They love me, and I love them. Love is grand. So is cake.

Supply Chain

My name is Stephanie and I'm a bookoholic. Lately I've been in supply acquisition mode, as Barb likes to call it. I try to control it, but it controls me.

There is another box of RDCBs in my trunk that I'm waiting for the right time to sneak upstairs.

And there is a sack full of fun stuff like this old textbook (teacher gift anyone?) and this giant cookbook (oh, I have great ideas for cookbooks). And what could be better than this beautifully embossed vintage volume?

How about a sack full of embossed vintage volumes...and a vintage school dictionary?

The other day when I went to the library to pick up the latest batch of RDCBs, I picked up these, too. I mean who could resist something called Gentlemen, Scholars, and Scoundrels? Or Leon Uris' Trinity (gotta do something St Patrick's for that one--although I actually might read that one first)? There was even a hymnal for 50 cents. 

Oh, and did I tell you that I found some more Michener? Another copy of Texas to begin with. Same blue and same gold star on the front.

My first was part of a two-volume set, but this new one is the whole honkin' thing, so it's taller and really thick.

 So thick in fact that it has over 1000 pages. Now that can spell a really long word. Or a couple of words.

So maybe it doesn't become a vase, but spells Lone Star instead? Or maybe it's a vase. Or not.

And then there is this gorgeous copy of The Source. Definitely a vase.

I really have been trying to cut back, but fate is working against me. Just the other day I was driving to the craft store to smell the scrapbook paper, when I saw this sign.

I mean, c'mon, who can turn down books for a buck? So I winded my way through the woods to get to the store and guess what. It was a house. Just a regular ole circa 1975 house, but when I walked in it was full of books. Books in every room, on every wall---and there were a few new walls just for books. In fact, there were a few new rooms just for books.

Here's a picture I took from one corner with the fancy-dancy panorama feature on my iPhone.

And I thought to myself gleefully, "One day my house will look like this. My books will spill over from my attic and down into my garage and onto shelf after shelf stacked into bedrooms."

And then my eye went to the window. I glimpsed this piece of art that the owner had hung there and had a Kurt-Douglas-at-the-end-of-Planet-of-the-Apes moment. I have seen the future and there is no escaping it.

And you, dear readers, will all be invited to come dig me out when that happens. I will be at the bottom of the pile, happily folding.

TV Wars - Red River Rivalry Style

Q. Why do more Texas fans watch NBC than the Longhorn Network?

A. Because they keep tuning into The Biggest Loser hoping to see Mac Brown.

Go OU! Beat Texas!

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Football Fever

Red River Rivalry. It's on!

Go OU!

Book Review: Thomas Jefferson's Creme Brulee

That Thomas Jefferson spent time in France is nothing new.There have been many books, movies, and mini-series to attest to that, but what is less well-known, at least to me before reading Thomas J. Craughwell’s  delightful little book, Thomas Jefferson’s Crème Brulee, is the special attention he paid to food while he was there.

I like to eat, mostly what my husband refers to as Oklahoma food, which is shorthand for white or yellow, bland, and most often made of wheat or corn. Some of my particular favorites are macaroni with just a little bit of tomato juice, corn bread, hominy, biscuits and gravy, and fried mush. In Jefferson’s day the American cuisine of the day was similar, simple foods prepared simply.

But France? France was a wholly different place with wholly different ideas on how food should be prepared. There was nothing simple about it; food was designed to impress, and Thomas Jefferson wanted to bring that impressive food back to America when his 5-year stay was over. To do that he enlisted the help of his slave, James Hemings, who agreed to accompany Jefferson to Paris and learn to cook from the French in exchange for his freedom.

Craughwell takes the opportunity in this concise, little book not only to relate the story of Jefferson and Heming’s agreement, but also to explore other interesting byways such as what Hemings status as an American slave was in a country where slavery was illegal and how did Sally Hemings,James’ sister and the eventual mother of several of Jefferson’s children, also find herself in Paris.

My favorite chapter was a description of a 3 ½-month trip that Jefferson took throughout France and eventually into Italy in order to sample foods and wines and record the status of the peasantry he encountered along the way. The American experiment at the time was in its very infancy and Jefferson was determined that his country emulate the best of what he found and avoid the worst.

I enjoyed this book, most of which concentrates on Jefferson,which is understandable since documented sources about him are much more plentiful than those on Hemings. Craughwell himself bemoans the fact that we don’t know more about Hemings, and I, too, found myself wishing I knew how he felt about living in a country where he did not speak the language while learning an rigorous new skill, the successful completion of which would mean his freedom. One can only imagine.

I would recommend this book for Jefferson buffs, cooking enthusiasts, and anyone looking for a quick overview of life in pre-revolutionary France. This book is definitely

I'll Have Three Slices, Please

I've written before that back in Palm Spring in February when I discovered Lisa Occhopinti's book, The Repurposed Library, the first thing that caught my eye was that whatever-that-is hanging underneath the title. (Turns out it is a book mobile, or bookmobile if you're being cute, but that is a post for another day.)

The second thing that caught my eye was that doohickey in the top left corner.

That, my friends, is a book spiral, and I discovered that I really, really like making book spirals. They are sort of addicting and mind-numbing and easy to do when one is catching up on one's shows that have been waiting on the DVR until Captain America goes on a trip.

First I made one--and decorated it with a button.

And then I sorta went on a tear and made a few more.

I quilled a center for one and bought buttons and bangles for the others and I was really starting to like the way these looked...and then I quit. Turns out that slicing the books so I could make the spirals became a real pain in the tookus. For the ones above I used an X-acto knife like Occhipinti had suggested, but after dulling several of those blades, I got bored and went onto other things, like flowers and words.

A few weeks ago, I decided my spider story needed some illustration and that meant I needed a few more spirals. This time I cut the book with scissors. That was not any more fun that cutting them with the knife, but it did add a little more precision and a smaller chance of slicing my fingers off.

After I posted my spider story Heather from Rhymes With Magic asked me how I was cutting my books. She's been working with sprials lately, too (seriously, click that link and go look at the cool stuff she is making!). She asked if I had tried the local office supply store. I was stumped. I had no idea what she was talking about. 

So this weekend I took a few books to the store and said, "I know this sounds crazy, but..." and I explained what I was trying to do. The very, very nice man said, "Let me show you something." And so he took one of my books and here's what he showed me.

Holy schmoley!! You would not believe how excited I got. I asked if he could slice one with the covers still  on and a minute later he couldn't help laughing as he brought back three perfect slices of book. 

(Now I know how this guy does his magic. Prepare to be amazed when you click that link.)

When the office supply guy and I were done I had slices of all different sizes, some covered and some not. I'm giddy. 

I've had some designs in my head for spirals that I've put off doing because the cutting was such a pain, but now? Now the sky's the limit. Whoo-hoo!