Wednesday, July 22, 2026 The Workshop: The Flower Fairy

I was taking a stroll through Pinterest and became enamored of the things people were doing with their dried flowers and leaves. I’d been making bookmarks by randomly strewing them in laminating pouches and running it through the laminator. I liked how they turned out. But now there was a whole new game going on. Clever people had used different elements of flower petals and leaves to create wonderful images. I had some dried flowers and leaves left over from last year and thought, I bet I can do something like that. I invited my friend Barb over for this adventure and we got to work. I showed her some of the different designs and we chose a flower fairy, thinking it didn’t look too hard. We were wrong.

For one thing my dried things were so dry that they were brittle and hard to use. In addition, as we were placing them on our paper, every time we breathed, they scattered. We decided we needed to put a little glue on each piece while placing it. This was when I discovered that my friend Barb is glue-challenged. It turns out that she’s had a bad relationship with glue for many years. In her hands, it seems to find its way to everything but the thing that she wants to be glued. She told me of a time when she was using super glue, and ended up with several things being super glued to her fingers. We went ahead with our project, but it was a trial to her.

The Pinterest flower fairy was so charming and delicate. Her hair was a poetry of thin petals curling away from her head, and her face was well-formed. Her figure was trim. Her skirt was flowing and her wings were sheer and lacy. The bouquet she held out was lovely. More flowers grew out of the grass at her feet. Our supplies were meager, so we had to make do with what we had.

In the end, I had a flower fairy. Her hair was an unfortunate stiff thing that looked like she’d been caught in 20 mph winds. She turned out rather buxom as well, nothing like the lithe sprite in the original. Her bouquet was just two little flowers with no holder. However, I thought her legs and feet turned out quite well. Here she is:

And below is Barb’s flower fairy, who ended up with somewhat of a mop head and a matronly body, but is still presenting flowers with an attractively slender arm. I love her wings, bold and purple! I think her legs must have come off at some point, but we can pretend that she tucks them under her skirt while she’s flying.

When I see our flower fairies, they make me laugh and give me good memories of a laughter-filled afternoon with a good friend. By the way, I didn’t actually ask Barb’s permission to share hers on the blog, but I can’t IMAGINE she’d say no. 😬

I’ll probably have the Flower Fairy delete this in the morning. She might as well have something useful to do.

Monday, May 18, 2026 The Sloppy Joe Incident

It should have taken me about 5 seconds, tops. Somehow I managed to turn it into five plus minutes of increasingly absurd decisions. Here’s what happened. We were on the road, pulling our camper behind us, when I realized that I’d forgotten to take our supper out of the freezer to thaw it. Next time we stopped, I went in the camper, retrieved the quart bag of sloppy joes out of the freezer and threw it in the sink, putting the cover over the sink. Done and done…except for the fact that I had a thought.

“By the time it thaws, it will be hard to get out of the bag. I should cut the bag off and put the sloppy joes in a bowl to thaw.” This was the first illogical decision out of many to follow.

I cut the bag open, stuck the frozen chunk of sloppy joes into a largish plastic bowl (without a cover) and put it in the sink. Done! But then I realized something:

“As we drive and it thaws, the bowl will be tipping over and the sloppy joes will thaw right into the sink and be all over it – what a mess!”

You’d think I could have worked that out in my head before cutting the bag open, but it was too late now. I was stuck with a frozen chunk of sloppy joes that needed a place to thaw.

“I know! I’ll put it on a plate and put it in the fridge!” You’d think I’d have learned the lesson of not thinking things through, but I did not. No sooner did I have the thought when I made it happen. By now, of course, little bits of frozen sloppy joe were getting on the counter, the sink and anything else that it touched. But too late, I realized…

“Oh, as the sloppy joes thaw, they’ll slide right off the plate which will be careening back and forth on the refrigerator shelf while we drive. It will be plastered all over the inside of our refrigerator.”

Hmmm, what to do?

“I know! I’ll put it in a leftover container that has a tight fitting cover and then put that in the sink. Perfect!”

I rummaged through our leftover containers and found one with a cover. Giving absolutely no thought to the appropriateness of the size, I threw the frozen chunk of SJ’s into it. Sadly, and predictably, the container was a little too small and I couldn’t get the lid on. The little bits of SJ continued to multiply over everything as I kept moving it around. The absurdity of the whole situation began to strike me at that point. It was like watching an episode of “I Love Lucy.” In fact, the more I thought about it, the funnier it was.

I started laughing as I was trying to figure out what to do next. At around this juncture, hubby showed up at the camper door, wondering what was taking so long. He poked his head in and I laughed even harder, to the point where I couldn’t talk. How do you explain something so completely illogical?

Convulsed with helpless laughter, I grabbed an even larger plastic bowl and put the sloppy joes into it. I put that in the sink. I took the first bowl and turned it over onto it. Then I took the leftover container and squeezed it in, hoping that if I had enough items in the sink, nothing would tip over. There were no more viable options.

I was still laughing when I got in the car, laughter that brought tears to my eyes. It took me a while to sober up enough to explain the whole thing.

You’ll be glad to know that the sloppy joes stayed in the bowl in the sink, although more than once I imagined them escaping and being splattered over everything in the camper by the time we arrived at our destination.

I’ll probably delete this sloppy post in the morning.

Monday, February 10, 2025 Funny Meme, Broken Bowl, Loads of Benefits

I don’t think I’ve ever shared a meme on this blog, but I came across this one recently and laughed so hard at it. Maybe it will bring some well-placed cheer in your life as well.

Ha ha ha!

I had some bread dough kneading in my Bosch mixer the other day and went to go play the piano for a few minutes while the machine did its work. I began hearing a funny noise and came back into the kitchen just in time to see the mixer working its way toward the edge of the counter. I ran to try to avert disaster, calling out “NOOOOOOOOO!” but to no avail. The mixer sailed off the counter and dropped to the floor with a loud crash. Believe it or not, the dough was not ruined and the bread was excellent. The plastic mixer bowl, however, did not fare so well.

I’ve had that mixer since 1997 and the bowl has performed faithfully and well. RIP, my plastic friend. Your replacement will not suffer the same fate.

Blessed be the Lord who daily loads us with benefits:
Hillsdale free online classes
the means to buy groceries
good dental care
morning and evening “liturgy” at home
fresh baked bread
weekly communion
restful sleep

I will knead to drop this post on the floor in the morning.