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easter

easter
I just had to dye and decorate some Easter eggs
(dye, markers, crayons and wax)
I have always loved Easter.
The Easter Bunny would hide our baskets - 
we would tear about the house Easter Sunday morning trying to find them.
And when we had our morning newspaper route, those of us kids who got up early to deliver the papers had a hard time being good on holidays by not looking for our baskets (or under the tree on Christmas) before everyone else was up. Sometimes we did sneak a peek. We hurried to deliver the papers on holidays.
Candy was a special treat three times a year - Easter/Halloween/Christmas.
Dad would buy us girls (and Mom, too!) corsages.
We usually got a new Easter outfit.
I was so into that blue and green color combination. And I remember loving those tights I'm wearing.
A lamb shaped cake, too, for dessert after dinner.
Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate. I'm celebrating Spring!

easter
1967 or '68 because brotherD isn't in the picture.
SisterM, brotherM, me, brotherC and sisterD
Thanks to SisterM for finding this photo!

(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...

...and the sky is gray/grey.*  It is quite windy this morning and leaves are blowing everywhere! Actually it's not that cloudy out right now - the wind blew the clouds away for a bit.

A few weeks ago, Robert's Danish friends Thomas and Julie and their children came to town to visit. They are staying in Minnesota for a few months because of J's schooling. It was wonderful meeting them and spending some time together! T booked two gigs for Robert and Aaron in Minneapolis so they left this morning for the weekend.

Busy with pottery and pottery classes; here are a few things that recently came out of the kiln. These are basically the two styles of pottery I'm concentrating on - bowls with matte glaze outside and in, and the slip/sgraffito/celadon series.

(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...
Not perfect, but boy do I like this bowl!
(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...
Celadon glaze over the slip/sgraffito - I will need to put on at least one more layer of glaze in the future.

Here's one of my students, Erika, with her "first and only mug," awaiting bisque. She's not too fond of making handles, but I think she did a great job!

(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...

I took a photo of some of my students during Wednesday morning's class.  Mary takes my evening hand-building class but was in in the morning as she wouldn't be able to make it to class later on.
(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...
Ana, Mary, Linda and Erika
Awhile back, I came to the realization that I do not like dark colored insides-of-bowls. I also realize that I prefer round bowls to V-shaped bowls to use, though throwing V-shaped bowls are fun. It is interesting to see who likes what type of shaped bowl. What type do you prefer? Or does it depend on what is IN the bowl?

(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...
A V-ish shaped bowl - maybe good for dips?
So this weekend's plans:  trim pots, throw pots, glaze pots, and finish cleaning up the yard.  Hahaa, let's see if that last item gets done - want to bet on it!?

*When I was in first or second grade, I spelled gray "grey" and got reprimanded for it. In my hazy memory, my dad went to my school and complained to the teacher that both spellings are appropriate. I have no idea why I spelled it with an 'e' other than maybe my Great Grandma (from England) influenced me somehow? Now I am never sure which way to spell that darned word as being American, spelling it with an 'e' can come off as being pretentious!


scented sunday

Lots of awful stuff happening in the world and especially my country, and I don't know what I can do about any of it. So I decided this morning to stay off some social media and news sites, and hunker down at home. It is also Midsummer, so other than writing this post, I will attempt to do some work in the garden if it doesn't rain. And I'll probably nap. I have been sleeping a lot.  Mother Nature can be cruel, but not near as horrible as humans can be.

Dior Dune (1991):  I believe I bought this sample back in 2010. I never really did anything with it  - this was billed as a 'fresh oriental' and it didn't seem very oriental to me, plus it has aldehydes.

When I sampled it a month or so ago, I was quite impressed and I laughed at myself thinking "yep this is exactly what I couldn't and wouldn't pay attention to years ago."  I can now see why it gets rave reviews. Check out Perfume Shrine/Elena's review here.  Just because a perfume is popular doesn't mean it isn't a damn good and interesting one - yeah, I need to say that to myself often as it is very easy for me to dismiss mainstream anything.

Montale Attar and Black Aoud:  I cannot find release years for these two. Montale was founded in 2003. Both of these are solid rose powerhouses, Black Aoud being more dominant, Attar a bit more subtle and nuanced. *Thanks to Suzanne for the sample of Black Aoud and read her magnificent review here.

Domenico Caraceni Domenico Caraceni 1913 (2007):  A fragrance for men that can and should be worn by women. An interesting and finely layered take on the aftershave/barbershop cologne.  Notes of neroli, styrax, petitgrain, geranium, rose, bitter orange, tobacco, incense and cypress.  Here is a review by Michael and another from Nathan Branch. I'm not sure if this is even available in the US anymore.

It's also Father's Day in the US which is another reason I'm not my bright cheerful self - my father passed away in 1993 and he is missed every single day.

scented sunday


*I don't always remember who has sent me some of the samples that I am reviewing and I apologize. I can usually tell by the handwriting and/or labeling of the samples, but sometimes I have a difficult time remembering. I should have written all of this down but in my arrogance I thought I would be able to remember without taking notes.  I am upset about this because I am doing a huge disservice to those generous perfume-pals out there.

how do you like your dinnerware?

The glaze firing produced some nice results - here is a photo of some of my demo bowls, trying out a few of the class glazes.

how do you like your dinnerware?

The other night, Robert and I ate dinner out of the dark brown bowls (glazed with Temmoku glaze).  I was oddly unsettled! It dawned on me that it was because the bowls were too dark inside.  The majority of our dinnerware is white.  And growing up, we usually used white dishes, too. At one point in my childhood, we had heavy white restaurant dishes from the Cleveland Play House Club, where my father was the chef. I wish I still had one of those.

how do you like your dinnerware?
The Cleveland Play House Club, at about the time my father worked there.
Photo from The Cleveland Memory Project
There was a time that I  half-heartedly collected Fiestaware - late 80s/early 90s?; I should have remembered my preference for white or lighter colored dinnerware because I sold my few pieces at a garage sale.

I guess I don't mind if the outside of a bowl has darker glaze. But I prefer the inside of a bowl or mug to be light, as well as the main part of a plate.  Weird, huh?

Oh, and this afternoon I made some Blood Orange jam (I didn't want to mess with marmalade process).

how do you like your dinnerware?



"i go to bakeries all day long..."

When I was growing up, there were two bakeries in the neighborhood.  I can still picture them, inside and out, which then reminded me that I have a recurring bakery dream. I rush to this bakery before they close and hope that there is something left to buy. This dream bakery stumps me - have I been to one like this before? And if so, where? Even in my waking life, I can picture this dream bakery perfectly.

We didn't often get sweets growing up, so once in a while on a Sunday, coming home from Mass, our dad would stop by one of the bakeries as a special treat for us.

Yes, baked goods are a current obsession. The Great British Baking Show is somewhat to blame, but also the weather, and Fat Tuesday.  Paczkis are all the rage here at this time of year, and we picked up some the other day; though honestly I don't remember them when I was younger, which is weird because my mom is of Polish heritage. But she wasn't a big baker - other than making us cakes for our birthday, that was about it - plus we didn't live in a Polish neighborhood.  I really wanted apricot filled ones but they didn't have them so I chose lemon. Robert has baked us brownies and apple cobbler recently. I cannot get enough.

My favorite baked good is this (though the ones we had were rectangles not squares):



We just called them coconut bars, but I read that in Australia they're called Lamingtons.  But why would an Australian baked good be so famous in the Cleveland area? Hmmm.

Tonight we may break the all-time cold weather record. Yeehaw.

*The title of the blog post is a reference to The Modern Lovers "Hospital" *

photos of photos

Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes to my mother.  She is doing very well after her hospital stay! It is amazing what modern medicine can do these days. My mom received a lot of visitors - my siblings Chris, Diane, and David (who happened to be nearby as he lives in California.  Marc is in Minnesota now and was unable to come due to work), my nephew Stefan, and my sister Maria and mom's sister Marilyn are driving up from Pittsburgh today to spend the weekend with her.

I didn't have time to do much knitting, but I did browse through some old family photos while I was there, and took photos of the photos because there wasn't a scanner around.

At the first house we lived in as a family; the upstairs of a duplex in East Cleveland:  Since it is April 1963, I'm three years old (would turn 4 in October), and my Gramma G (mom's mom) is probably there because my brother Marc was being born.  My sister Diane isn't in this photo - she would have been a year and a half or so and was most likely in her crib.

photos of photos
Gramma G, my older brother Chris, and me.  What game are we playing? 
This next photo in particular jumped out at me. See, I loved pickles from an early age! And as it was the holiday season, you see us with pop because pop (especially the well-loved Little Toms which I am drinking) was an extra special treat for us.  I wrote about Little Toms here).   I loved my sailor suit outfit.  I heard from a friend , who was born in Ireland, that sailor suit outfits were all the rage there at that time, too! But why is Chris wearing his football gear? Oh, maybe he received it as a Christmas present?

photos of photos
Me and Chris - December 1963.  I am four years old, Chris is 6.
Our family had just moved into the house where my mother still lives in Cleveland Heights..
Mom told me that we moved to this house the day JFK was assassinated
Gramma E with Chris, Diane and me.  It says May 1964, but this must have been taken at Easter.

photos of photos
Gramma E - my dad's mom.  She was quite stylish, and was a nightclub singer for awhile.
And the same day, this time Dad and Mom with me and Chris.

photos of photos

Okay enough tripping down memory lane.  I need to get some knitting done.  I didn't go to the Winter Market today but Robert is there, subbing for the cheese guy.  Which means he gets paid partly in cheese - whoot!!!

a sweet treat

With a little left-over federal tax refund money, I treated myself to two vintage Little Tom pop bottles from Ebay.  After my Easter post, I became a bit nostalgic. They are now proudly displayed in my china cabinet.

Fun link here - everyone seems to be raving about the Cream Soda, which was a big hit with me, too. I remember fighting over the last bottle of it with one of my brothers on more than one occasion.

a sweet treat
...along with some fancy stemware from my Gramma E...

easter

When I was a kid, I loved Easter.  It was one of three times in the year we got candy. And maybe I'm mis-remembering, but I think our Dad would buy us those cases of Little Tom's pop.  Maybe not. Maybe we only got Little Tom's for graduations or other special events.

I loved the corsages that Dad would buy for all us girls (and Mom). And the egg dyeing. And the lamb-shaped cake. And the church decorations were always so pretty.

easter
Easter 1969 - Mom was behind the camera
Our parents aka The Easter Bunny would hide our Easter baskets throughout the house, and we would tear around, trying to find ours and trying not to divulge the location of another siblings' if we found theirs first.

Two of my siblings were born around Easter, and there is a story in the family about a hard-boiled egg that was forgotten, and left to stink up the house while our mother was still in the hospital, so when she came home with the newborn, it was quite the olfactory shock.  Weird that I really don't remember this.

I celebrated Easter when my son was young, and I still have all the decorations to prove it. But since he's grown, and married,  and I am not Catholic/Christian anymore, today is just another day.

But for those of you who still celebrate this day, Happy Easter!

scented sunday - Shalimar and more nostalgic ramblings

scented sunday - Shalimar and more nostalgic ramblings
Part of our backyard this morning -
the snow was heavy and the enclosed raised garden beds look pretty 
Because my attempt to force Spring by wearing floral perfume isn't working at all, I took a hint from Gaia over at The Non-Blonde and I have been wearing Guerlain Shalimar for most of the week.

As I wrote earlier in my perfume blog, Shalimar has always been one of my favorite perfumes.  It reminds me of my Grandmother Elaine (my Dad's mom and the daughter of my Great Gramma that I have mentioned here before) because it was the one of the perfumes I remember her wearing, and I vividly recall the bottle on her dresser.

Great Gramma met a Greek sailor named George at a dance in Chester or Manchester. They got married in England around 1910, and lived in Salford before they moved to the US.  My Great Grandpa moved to the US first - since it was during World War I, Great Gramma couldn't move with him at that time because they had a son (and two daughters) and had to wait until the war was over, in 1919.  This was the story that has been handed down, and I don't know if my Great Grandpa fought it the war or not, or when exactly he moved to the US.  I'll have to ask my Mom about this.

scented sunday - Shalimar and more nostalgic ramblings
1919 ship manifest, showing Gr.Gramma ,Gramma and two siblings
Somehow they all reunited and settled in Cleveland, and at one point they had a boarding house for fellow Greeks.  That's where my Gramma Elaine met my Grandpa "Charlie".  All my Greek ancestors hailed from a small island, Nisyros, near Turkey.

scented sunday - Shalimar and more nostalgic ramblings
Gramma Elaine and Grandpa Ahileas aka"Charlie"
I never met this grandfather as he died before I was born
What I find interesting with my perfume nostalgia posts and thoughts is that they are all about my Father's side of the family.  I don't remember much about scent on my Mother's side at all, though my Mom did and does wear perfume.  I have to ask my Mom about this, too.
easterthankful for these two(nearly) all the leaves have dropped...scented sundayhow do you like your dinnerware?"i go to bakeries all day long..."photos of photosa sweet treateasterscented sunday - Shalimar and more nostalgic ramblings

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