Jenyfer Matthews

You saw part of the mountain of boxes I have to sort through on the Wednesday post. It is not only the sheer volume of stuff that makes this challenging, but the way the boxes are labeled.

I deny having every sewed any of my quilt patrons!

It’s a good thing I’m fluent in pigeon English! I do believe this includes “purses”.

And this box contains and African DRUM.

I admit – this one had me stumped.

Apparently “KW” means kitchen ware and “flavors” referred to spices!

I think they could have been more accurate in this label…

They could have labeled it “ducks”!

Then there were things that I bought in Egypt and they were very specific and confident in how to label! This is a small padded bench / seat I bought that is fashioned in the manner of a camel saddle.

I was really hoping that this label didn’t mean what I thought it meant.

And yet it did… sigh. I could have lived without seeing all those shopping bags again! (Or the bag of dead tennis balls or the half a dozen flat soccer balls they packed)

Really, I have to find humor in this situation or I’d cry. So much that should have been purged was shipped. And apparently there was one weak link on the packing team who had an aversion to using any sort of packing paper to cushion things. I have found boxes where there is a jumble of things tossed into it, one of which contained my cast iron skillet on top of the rest. A mirror I quite liked was packed in a box of toys for some reason, wrapped in my son’s fleece blanket. It broke. I am putting any associated bad luck on whoever packed it. And why did they box up empty suitcases? Could they not have used them for quilt fabric or clothes??

While I am busy unpacking household things, I left the books to my husband. It may not sound like much, but just take a look at this.

Having hefted the boxes of books into his cave for him to unpack, I am dropping some not so subtle hints that he needs to think about weeding his collection…

My husband and I have moved eight times in our married life – some of those moves longer distances than others – and this last move from Egypt to Michigan was the first time he had to do all the coordinating himself.

It was extremely difficult for me to not be in control. I gave some thought to going back to Egypt to handle it myself but it didn’t make sense logistically or financially. Would I bring the children back with me? If so, then we would have to pay 3x international airfare (ouch!) and they would miss the start of the school year. Did I go alone? Though I had a very kind offer from a friend in Ohio, I wasn’t totally comfortable leaving the children for as long as it would take me to do the packing, mostly because of the distance we’d be separated. There was no way around it: I had to leave it to my husband and the movers to do the job.

It was a trickier job than you might think.

When we initially moved to Egypt from the United Arab Emirates, we had to create an inventory list of our belongings in order to get duty-free status on our shipment. Doesn’t sound like such a big deal until you read the fine print: it was recommended we list things like rare books, CDs, and DVDs by title and all electronics by serial number. Not only that, but we had to promise to take anything listed on our inventory list back out of Egypt when we left – even broken appliances, old computers, and VHS tapes of The Wiggles, which my children have long outgrown.

That’s not to say that we couldn’t have purged a decent amount – anything that was purchased in Egypt could be left there. I used my toaster oven quite frequently, but given the fact that toaster ovens are pretty easy to come by and the one I had in Cairo was 220v, there was certainly no reason to pack it up and ship it to the US. Same goes for the vacuum cleaner that they did ship. The children have grown quite a bit in a year and most of the shoes and clothes we left behind don’t fit anymore so all of that stuff could have gone.

My husband sold our TV and a few other things, but if I had been there on the spot, I could have had a sale and purged or donated so much more. I could have cleaned things before they were packed so I didn’t have to unroll a large carpet and find it filled with crumbs! Or a water bottle at the bottom of a tennis bag that actually still had some water in it and was leaking. I could have packed things more sensibly. But I wasn’t there and anything that we saved on airfare by my not going, we probably spent on shipping stuff that could have been ditched.

For instance, it was difficult for my husband to get parts for his mountain bike in Cairo so he would bring things like tires and gears back in the summertime. He replaced his tires and tubes one year, but kept the old tires just in case. My husband didn’t purge them in time so the movers packed them up and shipped them. They also shipped half a dozen punctured soccer balls and a step-ladder that belonged to the furnished apartment we lived in. Oops! And that’s only what I’ve found so far.

Those things I can kind of understand – I mean, they don’t want to judge what is and isn’t important to someone – but they also shipped an empty shoebox. Really???

Had I been there, I could also have supervised the packing and made sure it was done efficiently. I found a framed piece of papyrus which wasn’t wrapped at all – sandwiched between two lovely hand-embroidered pictures. Amazingly the glass did not break, but if it had, it would have shredded the papyrus and the embroidery.

The shipment is charged by weight but also by volume. There was no reason for dresser drawers, though heavy, to travel empty. Surely they could have bagged up some stuffed animals or pillows to fill them with and saved us a couple of boxes and that much space. Sigh.

Over the years, people kept telling us it was the items we put storage before we went abroad in 1999 that we would end up throwing away. Ironically, I think there is much more trash in this shipment. After all, I purged and packed all the stuff that ended up in storage!

Oh well, I suppose in the long run it is better that the movers erred on the side of shipping too much rather than making decisions to get rid of things that we might have really missed. It is going to take a long time to sort through all this stuff and find the things I really want among all the junk, however. I’ve already put a bag of outgrown, worn out childrens tennis shoes to the curb along with the bike tires. I can only imagine how much more garbage / donations will be generated. Not sure the Egyptian light bulbs that came over will work here and I know the night lights won’t!

I also see a garage sale and some more furniture projects in my future…

I’m back!!!! Did you miss me? It is absurd how much I missed my site. I felt positively stifled. What motivates hackers anyway? The joy of making trouble?

Tomorrow is my birthday and getting my site back up and running is a great gift. Another good present? 150 boxes to open.

Yes, our last and final shipment from Egypt finally arrived! What you see above is ONE of TWO piles of boxes, each of roughly equal size. My sewing / work room is crammed so full that you can’t really walk in there. I’d have taken a picture but I could get far enough back from the first row of boxes!

I can’t wait to start opening everything to see what treasure is there. Also, what trash. I already disposed of about 5 pairs of old tennis shoes that the children outgrew while we were away. I’ll bet there are plenty of clothes like that too. There might even be things that weren’t meant to be packed up – like the step-ladder that belonged to the furnished university apartment we occupied in Cairo. Oops! (See what happens when I’m not around to supervise things?)

Don’t worry, my day won’t be nothing but toil. I am going to make my own carrot cake with my favorite recipe, but I’m already planning where hubby and the kids will take me to dinner

With the revelry of Christmas behind us and New Year approaching, many people are beginning to make grand plans for self-improvement in the new year. Most of these resolutions revolve around losing weight and / or getting healthier – and unfortunately too many people give up on these plans well before they make much, if any, progress.

I have written before about what I think of resolutions: I rarely bother to make them. It’s not as if there aren’t areas that could use improvement, but I prefer to tackle these things on a day-to-day basis.

This year, I do have one thing in mind however – a follow-up exam with a dermatologist. Last spring I had a small rough patch under my left eye that I didn’t like the look of. No one else seemed to notice it or think it looked odd if I pointed it out, but the minute I saw a dermatologist she directed me to peel my entire face and also chest area. The cream she prescribed was a chemotherapy cream that only reacted with sun-damaged skin and it was truly alarming to see the extend of the damage when nearly my entire face turned into a red, crusty scab.

My doctor suggested a follow-up in the fall which I was unable to keep, but I will be doing so as soon as possible in January. And if I have to do another peel, so be it. It’s unpleasant, but it’s better than the alternative – an alternative which is described in this video, Dear 16-year-old Me.

Watch it – and if you have any young people in your life, pass it on. There are so many things you can’t control in life, but using sunscreen? Not so very hard.

I wish so much I could go back in time and warn myself – probably age 10 would have been even better. Since I can’t, I’ll just have to continue to do my very best to protect my own children’s skin with sunscreen, protective swimwear, and good sense.

Stepping off my soapbox now. What goals will you set for the coming year?

I’ve been wondering lately why it is that we as a society pretty much systematically teach people not to take pride in their accomplishments?

It doesn’t really make any sense. On the one hand, we worry about building up our children’s self esteem, and yet if someone expresses pride in something that they have achieved, often that person is admonished for being full of themselves or conceited. A small child can show someone a picture they’ve drawn and be pretty sure that they will get positive feedback no matter what the quality of their art. When exactly does that change?

I’m proud of the fact that I taught myself to quilt and to cook and am pretty good at both now, and I’m proud of the fact that I learned to drive a stick shift at my advanced age and in a time of already high anxiety, but if I said these things out loud to anyone they’d probably immediately think negatively of me. You’re supposed to wait for other people to compliment you, not do it yourself.

I’m not suggesting we create a society of obnoxious, arrogant, blowhard jerks, but let’s think this through. If we could somehow foster a feeling of pride in accomplishments and a high sense of self-value in our children, we wouldn’t need to worry so much about their self-esteem or what affect advertising is having on their body image. Maybe girls wouldn’t fall into bad choices trying to please others if they only valued themselves more. Maybe boys wouldn’t engage in high risk behaviors trying to impress others if they were already proud of themselves.

There are no easy answers to this, but it is definitely something I’ll be thinking of with regard to my own children…

Not even a MOUSE!

I have seen neither ears nor tail of my mouse visitor, dead or alive. (Yes, I choose to continue to think of it as a “mouse” though a few people have suggested that it sounded too large to be a mouse – I don’t wish to follow that train of thought!) My holiday wish is that s/he has vacated the premises never to return.

I hope that wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you have a wonderful weekend full of joyful surprises.

Apparently my standards of clean with regard to my home are fairly high, judging only on the last several homes I’ve moved into. If my mother were alive, she’d shake her head in amazement because I’m sure she despaired of me when I was a teen living in her house. I never left dishes sitting around, but my room was pretty cluttered to say the least. (My own turnaround gives me some small hope for my own children’s habits!)

When I first move into a house, I have to give it a thorough cleaning. However it may degenerate after that initial cleaning is beside the point because at least by then it is my dirt (I’m sure all the former tenants of my homes have felt the same, ha ha). I know that I’m totally settled in and comfortable in a new place when I’m willing to walk around barefoot.

Not that I actually go barefoot that often, but it’s the idea of it. When we lived in Cairo, I made everyone take their shoes off at the door to try and keep from tracking so much dirt and muck off the streets into the house. People are constantly spitting and sometimes worse out in the open, so it just pays not to wear your shoes in the house. I typically would switch my outside shoes for flip-flops in the house. I don’t like walking on grit and the floors seemed always to be covered in sand.

When we moved into our house in Michigan, I wore flip-flops around because the house wasn’t clean. I washed the walls, had the carpets professionally cleaned, and was just about approaching the point when I might have gone barefoot when the weather turned cold and I switched to slippers. After yesterday, I not only don’t wish to go barefoot, but I don’t even want to take a shower. I may in fact switch to wearing workboots.

I saw a mouse in my kitchen.

It was early in the morning and I had just gotten up to make the children’s lunches for school. All the lights in the kitchen were out so I flipped them on and made my tea and booted up my computer. I had completed packing lunches and was sitting and looking at my email when I thought I saw a flash of movement from the corner of my eye. I turned to look and saw nothing so returned to my email. A few moments later I heard an odd noise. I looked up and saw the mouse sitting on the back burner of my stove eating something.

Never have I wished more for a remote control gas stove so I could have fried his little furry butt!

I saw the mouse clearly from across the room. I couldn’t see its body because it was behind a lunch bag, but its head seemed pretty big and it didn’t seem particularly worried about my presence as I stood up and walked around to the stairwell to call my husband upstairs. I opened the front door, somehow thinking that I would shoo it out of the kitchen and that maybe it would be scared enough to just run outside.

My husband came upstairs and he looked in the kitchen to see the mouse licking a smudge of peanut butter off a piece of paper I had just pulled off a fresh jar in the process of making lunches. When the mouse noticed my husband, he dove behind the stove. My husband pulled the stove out at my direction, me still hoping to scare it out. Not even banging the stove with a broom handle produced results so the mouse was either hunkered down or gone. I did the only thing that I could do and went straight to the store and bought some “mouse chow”, aka rodentcide on my receipt. I put some behind the stove and under the sink, but concentrated mostly on the garage which is probably where the furry beast got in.

What am I, the Pied Piper? The mechanic just pulled a second wad of mouse nest out of the AC vents in my car, which I had chosen to believe was a leftover from the country mouse I spotted in my engine as I was leaving Minnesota this summer. I’m really hoping that it is the cold weather that brought the mouse inside because I haven’t seen any evidence whatsoever of gnawing or droppings. Maybe my banging on the stove with the broom will have given it the message that it isn’t welcome!?

There’s no way I’m going barefoot now – though it’s not as if I plan to step on a mouse either!!!

There is a makeover reality show I first saw on the BBC where they transform someone who looks old beyond their years by fixing up their teeth and skin (sometimes with plastic surgery) and also style their hair and teach them about fashion. The results they achieve can be startling at times. It’s amazing what a little preventative maintenance, moisturizer, and the right clothes can do for you!

Seems to go for furniture too

I finally finished the last of the dressers I took on for rehab this fall. I went back and forth about how I wanted to refinish this dresser, the nicest of the three that we bought. No, it didn’t cost us much, only $20, but that didn’t mean I wanted to do a bad job of rehabbing it either.

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This is how the dresser looked when we bought it – note the dull mocha-colored paint on the dresser top.

One of the things that made it difficult to choose how to finish it was that I had no idea what kind of wood I was dealing with. After stripping and standing it, I was pretty sure that it was a decent hardwood of some sort, but that’s not really that specific. I could only guess at the age of the dresser and surmise that it was one of half a dozen varieties of wood. And from what I could tell, the dresser was not made as a high-end item therefore it might actually be constructed of multiple kinds of wood. The heavy cherry stain that I stripped off was applied to make the wood look uniform, something I don’t think they would have bothered with if they had thought the wood looked good as it was.

The paint came off pretty nicely, but the dresser top had a couple of water rings on it (upper left), which is why, I assume, they painted the top.

I was prepared to apply Borax and bleach if necessary to get rid of the rings, but I was lucky – the water marks pretty well came out with a little industrious sanding.

I don’t have a dedicated workshop space and I was reluctant to start trying to do a good job with things you have to brush on and worry about dust marring what is intended to be a glossy finish or products that give off a lot of fumes. In the process of reading about different methods of finishing, I came across a description of Danish Oil. It’s advertised as a one-step finish that both protects and hardens the wood from inside. Hmmm… I liked the sound of that.

Of course I didn’t leave it there – I did more research about Danish Oil specifically and how to get the best results. Some of the methods depended on the kind of wood you were working with, which I still don’t know, but at the end of the day what it seemed to boil down to was that it was a method of finishing that was pretty difficult to screw up and was both easy enough for novices and gave good enough results that even professional woodworkers liked it. Foolproof good results? That was good enough for me. A bonus was that the end result would very likely be similar to the finish of a couple of pieces of wood furniture from India we purchased in Dubai, one of which is also a dresser.

The hardest part of using the Danish Oil was quite literally opening the $%^&#$% can!! It was not only child-proof but defective.

The instructions on the Danish Oil can say that the first application should be fairly liberal. This time I turned the dresser on its side and started there – I wasn’t going to have any runny streaks on the side of THIS dresser like I did with the ones I painted! I chose a Danish Oil with a medium walnut stain in it. Basically all you have to do is rub the oil on liberally, let it sit for about half an hour, reapply to any areas that start to look “dry”, then wipe it all off. That’s it. After a couple of coats, I was already quite pleased with the way the wood was looking.

I did decide to keep going however. A couple of the sites I’d looked at said that the wood would look pretty good after a couple of coats, but that if you kept going eventually the wood would “pop” and really look nice. That’s where I got after about 5 coats. Wow. I have since determined that whatever sort of wood this is, it must be fairly closed grain because I got none of the oil “creep” that others warned to be on the lookout for in the hours after application. If you miss any spots when you are wiping it off and it does get sticky, all you have to do is put on some more with a little steel wool, wipe the sticky bit loose, and then wipe it off.

The stain in the Danish Oil gave the wood a really nice color, but still allowed for the grain pattern to show through. Yes, now all the flaws in the wood and the abuse that has been inflicted over the years show. I don’t mind a bit. In modern marketing terms all of those marks are called “distress” and you have to pay big bucks to get that look from Pottery Barn

The process did take longer than I expected because I let it dry for 12 hours between each application which is 5 days per surface, but it only takes about 30 minutes a day – most of which is letting the oil sit on the wood. Easy.

Isn’t it lovely? I am still having trouble getting my mind around the fact that it is the same dresser and that I was the one who was able to make it look so nice!

The hardest part of this entire project was first stripping and then sanding the dresser and then just making a decision about what product to finish it. Good preparation made the finishing part simple. In hindsight, I’m not sure what I was so worried about!

Week before last, my daughter’s homeroom teacher sent home a note asking permission for the children to participate in an optional Secret Santa activity. The kids would need to draw a name and then bring in one small gift each day this week, the cost for all five gifts totaling no more than $10 for everything.

My daughter was very enthusiastic and started shopping with her own money at a craft fair we attended last week, where she got a tube of red and green M&Ms and a bottle cap necklace. We got the rest at the grocery store: a pack of gum, a chocolate Santa, and a small ornament.

All together, the presents may have cost $8. Tops.

Monday, my daughter stayed home from school sick, but asked me to take the card and M&Ms to the school so her Secret Santa giftee would not be disappointed in not getting anything. Tuesday the school was closed due to a gas leak. Wednesday school resumed and my daughter brought two presents to school for her giftee, and was naturally looking forward to collecting her three goodies.

She came home pretty disappointed. What did she get? A crumpled up notebook paper containing an old eraser, a used pencil, and one dice.

Are you kidding me? This was an *optional* activity. You don’t sign up if you can’t do better than the trash you find lurking at the bottom of your backpack. It does not take a lot of imagination to buy a candy bar or a pack of gum (and I guarantee my daughter the candy hound would have been thrilled with either). I can only assume that the boy (yes, it was a boy, how did you guess??) did not have support from home, but I’d be surprised if he didn’t have enough spare change to treat himself to something from the vending machine.

I’d like to think that if she found out about this, his mother would be embarrassed. Even if the kids forged the note and did it on his own, with gift giving skills such as these I feel very sorry for his future wife!

My initial reaction, aside from Mama Bear Fury, was to try to make it up to my daughter in some way, perhaps by bringing her little presents after school myself. One of the hardest things that I have faced as a mother is dealing with my children’s disappointment when people / life lets them down. In the end I decided that it wasn’t my job or in her best interest to smooth it over. There is a lot to be learned by disappointment. For one thing, it surely does make you appreciate the good things in life more, right?

Instead, I wrote her teacher an email to express my daughter’s disappointment and ask that she try to emphasize the expectations of this activity a bit better in future. Then I talked to my daughter about the point of the holiday, which is giving. She is getting great pleasure from seeing how pleased her giftee is with what she has been given and that will have to be enough.

Doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t still bleeding or my blood boiling.

It’s not easy being a mom…

Last week I mentioned a few projects I’d thought up for myself. Here are the results.

How happy was I when I went to Joann Fabrics and found a plain wreath form 50% off? Add a couple of bags of ornaments from the thrift store / garage sales and it looks very festive. I’d like the ornaments to be a bit more dense, but the beauty of this project is that I can just keep adding to it when I find appropriate ornaments. I have gobs of tiny globes coming in my shipment from Egypt and I’m sure I can spare a few for the wreath!

This is currently hanging inside, at the bottom of the stairs next to the laundry room door (where I get to see it all the time, LOL). There is a storm door over our front door and I don’t think the gap between the is wide enough for this full figured wreath and glass ornaments. Can’t you just imagine what would happen the first time the door slammed?? Maybe next year we will have a different house and it will get a more glamorous location.

And what do you get the man who has everything? Well, you can do what I did and just repackage something he already has! When we were going through all the things that we got out of storage, we found a bag full of beer coasters my husband had collected here and there over the years. I decided that they would be better appreciated on display than forgotten in a box and voila! Cool, unique present.

I got the frame at Goodwill and arranged the coasters using poster putty – that way they can be repositioned if necessary. Also, I didn’t want to GLUE any of these in case any of them did actually have any value! I was so enthusiastic about how it came out I almost gave it to him early, over the weekend, but I resisted. I can wait two weeks more

(Don’t worry – I got him another present too!)

I’m pretty much done decorating for Christmas. I bought a couple of small, prelit, table-top trees last week – one for upstairs and one for downstairs. I have to admit that it is absurd how much pleasure looking at my little green tinsel tree, hung with ornaments I’ve picked up at estate sales, gives me. The children were slightly less impressed and somewhat worried about where we would put “all of the presents”. (Just how many are they expecting??)

Like most things, this tree looks better in person! Clicking on the picture to make it bigger helps too

I normally would get a larger tree but I was going back and forth on the idea of real vs. fake trees. I like real trees but they are messy and my daughter has a lot of allergies; fake trees are more convenient but the ones I liked most were $$$. My procrastination paid off this week because I got a great fake tree for 70% off between the clearance price and a register coupon I had.

You know it is pre-lit because I would never take the time to string all those lights! And it’s a good thing I settled for the 7′ tree because it’s nearly brushing the ceiling as it is!

How are you all doing with your holiday preparations? No cookies here yet, but there is still time. And if all else fails, I know where some Girl Scouts live!