Graniteware

While leafing through Country Sampler Magazine, I came across what they say will be the "Top Ten Collectibles for 2012." I enjoy reading all of the home decorating magazines out there, when I have time and a few of them are and always have been my absolute favorites, like Country Living and Romantic Homes. They are especially comforting on a cold January day since perusing the plant catalogs too much just makes me all the more anxious for spring while the gardens seem to convey that it's just to cold to plan for anything. Even the greenhouse, packed with plants all snuggly and warm, just doesn't want to be bothered so, back into the house I go, plop myself in a cozy, comfortable chair and start flipping through some magazines while sipping a nice cup of Earl Grey Tea infused with lavender blossoms.

Although I like to read these trend articles, I'm always a little disheartened since my home never quite seems to be what's in style, probably because I've been married almost 32 years and it's wayyyyy too late for me to start decorating all over again. Even when Peter and I were just starting out in married student housing at Purdue University (Go BIG 10!) in West Lafayette, Indiana, aside from wedding gifts, our cinder block apartment was largely decorated with furniture handed down to us from our parents and grandparents.

I can remember Peter's grandmother, Ruth Rinek, a.k.a. "Gammy" saying to me one time when she came to visit during our first or second year of marriage, "This furniture is very nice for you, now and it will also make good basement furniture when you have a bigger place down the road."  Hence, a lot farther down the road, we still live with much of that "basement furniture"...in my living room, kitchen and bedrooms.   Of course, we must remember that one woman's trash is another woman's treasure and I really like my furniture, much of which are very nice antiques.   And who, in their right mind, would throw out an antique cannonball bed or chests and rocking chairs that have been in the family for at least a coupleof generations?

However, today I feel vindicated because, for once, I find that I'm actually trendy!...at least according to Country Sampler Magazine. Why? Because I collect graniteware--one of my most favorite things to do aside from growing lavender, of course. Number 4 on their list of "Top Ten collectibles for 2012" is graniteware. Woohooooo!  I collect that and have a lot of it, too! Who'd have thought that finally, after all of these years, I have a collection of things that's trendy when it is supposed be trendy?!

I started collecting graniteware pieces back in the 1980's when I bought a big light blue and white spattered wash tub for only $12 at an auction while on vacation in Wisconsin. I was hooked and there was no turning back. Since then, I have covered my walls, shelves and counter tops with graniteware and love each piece for it's colorful character and rough beauty. Graniteware, sometimes called enamelware or spatterware, was first manufactured in Europe, beginning somewhere in the 19th Century.  By the early 20th Century, this utilitarian line of kitchen cookware and bath utensils was being manufactured here in the USA, largely in the Midwest. Graniteware comes in a rainbow of colors and patterns ranging from yellows, reds and floral patterns to the most common greys and of course, my favorite, light blue. I also found myself amassing white with blue trim pieces in all of it's many forms. I know...I just can't help myself but this stuff is just too pretty and tells the stories of many immigrants to our country as well as pioneers and settlers who made their way across the USA.  Graniteware is certainly a slice of Americana at it's best.

Just in case you are wondering what else Country Sampler Magazine is predicting to be highly collectible this year, here's the list:
1. Blue and White Canton China. Figures...I collect Blue Onion China (pictured) which, apparently, is not so popular this year.
2. Antique musical instruments.  If the piano that Peter and his sister, Amy, learned to play on when they were growing up counts, then I'm in for two trends!  It's also a hand-me-down from Pete's parents and Kevin took piano lessons on it when he was younger as well.
3. Wooden Spoons...NOPE! Not my thing.
4. Graniteware.
5. Majolica.  I have never been a fan of these earthenware pieces.  Maybe a little too earthy for me.

6. Cow Creamers.  Hmmmmmm...
7. Carpet Balls.  I have new ones bought in garden shops and gift shops.  They are great displayed out in the gardens.
8. Wallpaper Bandboxes

9. Silver Plate serving pieces and flatware.  Of course...I collect pewter.
10. Jig Dolls. Wooden dolls with hinges for joints so they can move like puppets.  I don't have one single Jig Doll in my house...anywhere.  I think that's a good thing.

So, that's it, 10 categories of highly collectible things... and not even a mention or nod toward lavender plants...go figure.  Well at least I have my graniteware.

What do you collect?  Anything on this list?  I'd love to hear from you.  Maybe we can make up our own "Top Ten Collectibles."

Oh, Brother!

What did you get for Christmas? Was it what you wanted? I got what I wanted, and then some!  No, not a brother. I already have one of those.  I got something way cooler than that...it's a brand spankin' new SE400 Brother Sewing Machine that has all sorts of bells and whistles with a plethora of new stitches along with the capability to embroider and that is just what I wanted! Now I can do some really cool things when it comes to crafting. I'm not sure, but this machine seems so capable of doing just about anything that I suspect it might also be able to wash and dry dishes...still trying to find those specific directions in the operating manual but, I suspect they are in there somewhere...just give me time.

My new "Brother" on top of  "War Horse."

A rainbow of sewing threads.

Anyway, I had been making noises about a new sewing machine for months now and, me being me, not the most proficient and/or patient when it comes to operating highly computerized machines, probably because I am not highly computerized myself, have always been a bit jealous of those smarty pants-type people who seem to know just what button to push and what switch to flip and everything runs smoothly.  So, I kind've dragged my feet when it came to making any decision concerning finding a new sewing machine. After all, managing an android telephone has been challenging enough as of late. That, and the fact that my mother-in-law's machine which I have been using for years is still trudging along, whimpering a little, but none the less, trudging loyally along. (Think War Horse without the WWI battle scenes.)

But, there it was, under the Christmas tree waiting for me and it has been almost total bliss.   I got this beautiful, new Brother Sewing Machine that, to me, a novice in the machine embroidery business, does everything but walk and talk. After learning how to thread it, which is way easier than I first made it out to be, this baby is almost too accommodating. And, while it is happily stitching along, I sit in awe of it's natural born talent. It makes me feel like one of those smarty pants-type people who always get it right the first time and never look back.  Good thing this Brother Sewing Machine is incredibly patient with me, too, as I fish through directions and learn what it can do.  Okay, I'll admit to not using very lady-like language once or twice while the sewing machine sits quietly, waiting for me to get with it's program and I'm totally aware that it's been smirking at me when I'm not looking but, I don't care.  I have now joined the ranks of those smarty pants-type people...Oh Brother!

Happy New Year

I've heard it said that a gardener's work is never at an end, as it begins with the new year and continues to the next. (John Evelyn) Such is a Happy New Year's greeting...at least for gardeners, like myself, and while this time of the year conjures up thoughts of deep snow drifting over the perennials and bitter north winds blowing throw the bare tree branches, here at Blooming Hill, the weather was mild through Christmas week, if not downright balmy and is only now turning breezy, cold and a little more "New Yearish" but still not too bad.

So, what's a gardener to do?  Well, other than fix a few spotlights up in the spindly tree branches, maybe play little golf with the prodigal son to take my mind off of the plant and seed catalogs that are beginning to pile up in the corners of my house.  Those just have to wait for real winter weather in order for me to get a good garden fix during the coldest of days.

In the meantime, I think I shall also enjoy the quiet beauty of the winter garden. The vignettes of still life seem to be taking a much needed respite from the weather extremes of 2011.  When it was hot is was very, very hot and when it was cold it was very, very cold.  So, a little in between is just what is just about right here at jolly old Blooming Hill in early January.  I won't get too comfortable, however.   I have a sneaking suspicion that the extremes are coming in 2012 as well!

The muted tones of January here at Blooming Hill create their own brand of brush strokes on a natural canvas of winter texture and form. While I remember the summer garden bursting with wide-awake activity, the winter garden slumbers under the crisp blue sky and the chilly yellow sun. The cornucopia of color did not end with the first frosts, rather, it continues to shine softly on these first beautiful days of this new year from the royal red of Gulfstream Nandina to the waxed emerald green leaves of the Southern Magnolia (grandiflora).

Yet, the gardens sleep with one eye open anticipating whatever the weather may bring in the coming days as the Pussy Willow catkins start swelling and the golden flecks on the Witch Hazel begin to bloom into tiny, velvety pearls.

There are still plenty of holly berries and even some winter berries left for the birds to dine on.  Perhaps they know to leave some for harsher days to come.  Even the squirrels seem not as busy scampering through the yard as an occasional fox peeps out from behind the shed out back.  I wish he would stand still long enough for me to get his picture.  I suppose he's more focused on hunkering down, for a long winter.

Crepe Myrtle

River Birch

And, so it goes, as the Maiden Hair Mescanthus grass flutters and tangles happily in the shadows of the cool winter air, the birds find refuge in the laurel branches along the hillside while they wait to reopen their summer homes in the welcoming arms of the crepe myrtles and the river birches  The bark on these trees look like mixed-media art projects, to me, with thick texture and rich color.

Even the curious devil deer seem content with this weather as they help themselves to a little New Year's lavender plant pie.  I know I should resign myself to the fact that they aren't going anywhere no matter how unwelcome they are.  They must think I like them since I'm always taking their picture as they help themselves to whatever suits their fancy in my garden beds.  Just business as usual here at Blooming Hill as all is Merry and Bright, in a winter garden sort of way. Happy New year!

Home Alone With Nana Mitchell's Christmas Cakes

'Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house, the stockings hung, the trees festooned, the halls bedecked, the greeting cards...well, the greeting cards will get done sooner or later.  'Twas the week before Christmas and it was time to make the doughnuts--er--the Christmas cookies and suddenly all those who eat them here at Blooming Hill became as extinct as a Yule Tomte (Swedish Christmas Elv) vacationing in the Caribbean.  They dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all.  Except for the one who was hoping  to get his fair share of the cookie dough.

Me in my Christmas apron that the prodigal son made when he was 4-years old.

Anyway, I had been putting off this annual Christmas joy long enough--for these particular cookies, known as "Nana Mitchell's Christmas Cakes", a Rinek family favorite as well as a secret family recipe handed down through my mother-in law, Lynn's Scottish side the the family, the Mitchell's, makes 12 dozen cookies from one recipe alone.  They were calling my name as they do every year about this time. I had to give in to the strong pull of this family tradition and resigned myself to the two-day (at least for me) chore of Christmas Cake cookies baking. (Honestly, to me, this Christmas cookie making business rivals harvesting lavender under the sweltering late June sun with 75% humidity, all the while gnats and other bugs are stinging my eyes!)

My trusty Kitchen Aid Mixer--a gift from my mother-in-law, long ago.

I first tasted these very chewy Christmas Cake cookies long ago, when I was but a young lass in the late 1970's while dating Peter.  It was Christmastime and I was at his house watching Lynn and one of my future sisters-in-law at that time, Linda, all happy and flitting around the kitchen as if baking these things were easy...ohhh, how they had me fooled all aproned up and smiling as if they were in an episode of "Bewtiched."  You get the picture, right? I was told then that this was a secret family recipe and I was only dating Peter so, sorry, I couldn't help. Our engagement would not be for another few years, but I was drawn into the romance of it all, hook, line and sinker! 

When the engagement and then the marriage came in 1980, I was finally enlightened in the ways of Nana Mitchell's Christmas Cakes and for the first 10 years or so of my marriage, I dutifully made these things that took hours and hours of grinding and mixing of ingredients then combining this mixture with even more ingredients that still shall remain nameless to the general public before spending hours baking 12 dozen of these babies.  If my sisters-in-law and nieces on the Rinek side of the family are reading this, I hope they are nodding their heads in agreement as to the intensive labor that goes into these things.  Yes, I know for our childrens' sakes, who all seem to have been born with the same specific Rinek/Mitchell gene that programs them to come out of the womb begging for these things to be made at Christmas, I know the effort is entirely worth it.

However, here I am, thirty-one years into the marriage with the lingering memory of Lynn and Linda, looking pretty and happy with cookies filling every available space of my mother-in-law's kitchen those thirty-five years ago and I'm all alone making these blasted things in my own kitchen...sigh.  Peter, off to his monthly poker game, as if that takes precedence over family tradition, and the prodigal son deciding to stay at college to "just hang out for another day after grueling finals"--his words, not mine--I'll show him grueling alright!  Still it could be worse, the dog could be out carousing with the devil deer, yet he chose to stay for his own reasons.  Again it has something to do with licking one of the batter bowls...hope springs eternal!

Back to Nana Mitchell's Christmas Cake cookies that I have made at least every other year for the last twenty or so years, sometimes with help from Peter and the prodigal son and sometimes all on my own with an audience of at least one trusty dog or cat close by, not missing a trick.  I will admit to playing "hookie" from these cookies now and then, but not very often. They are a much loved cookie here at Blooming Hill so, I persevere in honor of Lynn and all of the Mitchell women who came before her that made these cookies for their beloved families.

As I stand here thanking God that I have the blessings of a Cuisinart and Kitchen Aid Mixer to get me through this arduous task, I try to imagine how Lynn's mother, the Nana Mitchell that Peter and his siblings always refer to, was able to make these things without the benefit of modern appliances to do the heavy work of these meaty, chewy, cakey cookies?   Oh yea...that's right...Nana Mitchell had two little Irish maids that cooked as well!  And now, back to the cookies...where was I?

So, this year, I'm home alone on day two, determined to accomplish this Christmas Cake cookie-making crusade and wondering why this recipe is so special as to be secret?  I pull the recipe out carefully and look it over for the hundredth time and then pull another recipe out from Peter's other grandmother, Gammy Rinek.  It's an old Quaker recipe.  I must say...these vintage recipes call for only the hardiest of Christmas cookie baking souls to attempt, much less survive making them altogether.  This one called Orange Bread, involves candied orange peel, and currant jelly along with six cups of flour and lots and lots of butter!  I remember these as being just delicious, as well as even harder to make and almost like a hard candy of sorts--can be a bit rough on the teeth and gums!  I carefully fold the paper back up and stash that one away in my recipe files under the category of  "Don't Even Think About It!"

I reach for the glass of wine accompanying me through this lonely Christmas chore of rolling and cutting and sprinkling of cookie cake shapes and decide to add a Swedish spin to this Scottish recipe and dunk a star shaped morsel into the wine, let it soak up a good bit of it and then bite off that portion to savor.  Ahhhh, now this is where the secret begins!  Delicious--maybe not part of the recipe, but definitely worth adding to the instructions.  I'm not so home alone anymore but enjoying the fruits of my labor and many happy memories of Christmas's past.

A little lavender mulled wine makes everything taste good!

'Twas the week before Christmas and I'm finally done with the cookies, all the dough is finally rolled, baked and stored away and the kitchen is back in order. "Nana Mitchell's Christmas Cakes" will probably be polished off in almost the same time it took me to prepare them.  But, isn't that what makes Christmas cookies, no matter if they are old family recipes or not, worth the work?  I think so.  Next up...Christmas cards!...Hey, where did everybody go?

Wreathmaking 101 = Deck The Halls = What a Week!

And what a week it was!  As if getting organized after Thanksgiving and preparing for yet another craft fair this past weekend wasn't enough, I also worked with about 30 children and youth at my church, Saint Andrew Presbyterian Church, in Purcellville, Virginia to celebrate the beginning of Advent, per request from our Associate Pastor, Jessica McClure-Archer. She can be very persuasive!  It was also a night to help decorate the church with festive greens throughout the sanctuary and adorn the Christmas trees there, too.  So, the church was filled with lot's of excitement and people.

 Claudia Kirk, assisting one of our middle school youth with her wreath.

Of course, when I signed up for this particular gig, I imagined about 10 youth showing up, no problem. But. oh no--it actually was 30+ high school students on down to primary grade kids with a few parents sprinkled in who enthusiastically showed up, Wednesday night, to make their own versions of a beautiful holiday wreath to take home and share with their families.  Someone should have warned me so that I would not have gone and gotten a flu shot that very afternoon and I would not have shown up half exhausted already. 

Rosemary

Eucalyptus

Good thing for adrenaline. It kicked in at first sight of the first set of kids--the high schoolers-- for their half hour session.  We launched into wreath making 101 complete with several of them texting on their phones at the same time they created their Advent Wreaths.  Believe it or not, by the looks of their wreaths, I think they were actually listening to me explain how to bundle and attach assorted evergreens to the frames--with at least one ear.  Their holiday creations were splendid!  I was also very glad that I stopped to cut some rosemary, lavender, curry plant and eucalyptus from my gardens to bring for the kids to garnish their evergreen wreaths with.  The aroma and silvery appearance of the herbs went over really well and Fellowship Hall at the church smelled wonderful, especially mixed in with the spicy chili dinner being prepared and served for all of us that night.

Carrie Crossfield, me and Katherine making wreaths.

As the night went on, I  worked my way through, did I mention 30 youth from high school age to primary grade age, from 5pm until 7:30pm.  I hardly had time to breath much less think about how my arm and back seemed to be aching just a bit from the flu shot.  I finished up with my new found friend, Katherine, who selected, sized and cut the greens and fashioned a lovely wreath for her mother and father. It was a fun, if not truly eventful and action-packed evening at Saint Andrew Church that night and I'm glad I have twelve months to recuperate.

The Night Bloomers in Christmas-time action at Thursday night's garden club meeting.

Then Thursday was garden club night with "The Night Bloomers," and our annual wreath making event at my friend Kim's house.  After 30 wreaths the night before, and then a glass of wine followed by a glass of spiked eggnog at garden club,  I thought it best to sit this one out and just document the whole affair while this group of talented and knowledgeable gardening women made their wreaths.  Many of the ladies also made beautiful holiday arrangements for their table centerpieces and fireplace mantles. And, they didn't stop there.  Some crafted on and made orange and cinnamon pomanders to take home, as well, for a lovely citrusy fragrance in their homes to mingle with the scents of the rich and mellow winter-time greens of Christmas.  I am so fortunate to be a part of this wonderful group of gardeners who refer to themselves as "The Night Bloomers."

My booth at the 21st Holiday Fine Arts and Crafts Show this past weekend.

Finally, I finished up with the 21st Annual Fine Arts and Crafts Show at Ida Lee Recreation Center in Leesburg, Virginia over the weekend.  My booth was packed to the hilt, as usual, and I am definitely ready for Christmas.  Phew!  What a week, indeed!  All of this holiday hub-bub brings to mind a little song I know...'Tis the season to be jolly...pass the pine and glue and holly...a little tweak here and more green there...falalalalalaaaalalalalaaaaa!  I think I'll sit down now, and can somebody pour me another cup of  that rum eggnog, please?!