When I was looking for a good storage solution for my beading supplies, I searched through a lot of options. I wanted something that would hold a variety of items and keep it organized. I ended up using containers designed for beads and containers meant to hold fishing flies. There are plastic boxes and watchmakers tins. Here’s a look around my beading stash.
Walt had a good post on the fun of finding shirttail relations when you are doing family history. Sometimes, it isn’t as far a trip as you might think.
I was browsing some pictures and found a picture of Georgina with one of her cousins, her cousin’s future husband and some of his brothers. Delores Wellman married Cletus Freitag on February 14, 1939.
In this post I touched on the roles of the gamemaster (also known as the DM) in a roleplaying game (RPG). But that really only scratched the surface. Today let’s dig a little deeper, and see what we unearth.
This is a big subject, and it’s going to take a few posts. You can find them all by clicking on the “GM roles” tag at the bottom of the page.
Grandma Link’s house didn’t have central heat. She had two oil stoves, and two wood stoves. Ed Geers delivered the oil, so that was no problem. But someone had to cut the firewood. And that someone was us.
It was a busy week last week, getting ready for GenCon. I spent some time making us a few new masks for the event. I didn’t think it would take as long as it did, so was finishing them up at 9 pm the day before the event.
I wanted a pattern that would showcase the fabrics well, so found this new pattern online. If you do the measurements and move to the next size if you are close to the top end, you get a great fit. I did add a wire using a slightly different technique.
When you think about a small town, do you imagine that it’s a quiet place? I certainly do. And, for the most part, West Point was a pretty quiet place. You might hear a teenager’s hot rod once in a while. And there was certainly some noise from the grain elevator down the street, at least at certain times of year. But much of the time all you would hear is birds singing, and the wind through the trees.
One of the things I love about backpacking is meeting the local residents. Some people might say it’s a bad neighborhood. After all, the residents are known to frequently kill and eat one another. But I’ve found they’re a hardworking lot, who are just trying to live their lives and feed their children. Let’s meet some of them!
After Walt did his tour of the shop in this post, I thought I should take a trip around a my sewing studio. It’s not as neat as his shop was in the pictures.
As you walk into the room, the first thing you see is the lower half of my mother-in-law’s old secretary. It moved into the studio while I was working from home last year as a place to keep my work computer and supplies. Next to it is an old spring rocker that my parents had when I was little. I have recovered it once and it is due for another.
I am using an old broom handle to hang one of my favorite quilts under a shelf with some mementos on it. My mother made the scarecrow quilt for me.
Next comes the wall of fabric. I use the colors of the tubs to help keep everything organized. The gray handles have upholstery and outdoor fabrics. The purple ones are apparel and costume fabrics. The blue are quilting fabrics. The smaller tubs have a wide variety of things in them, sorted by type.
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