Saturday, February 26, 2011

Jenni's Guide to Practical Sewing

Practical Sewing: Episode One, The Scrappy Handkerchief...



Don't be like Scarlett O'Hara--who never has a handkerchief when she needs one.  Whip up this quick handkerchief using scrap fabric.  Mine is made out of gorgeous Anna Maria Horner Voile I purchased before Christmas at City Craft.

xxoo
jenni

Friday, February 25, 2011

Twitter.B Quilt Block Exchange--Survey


I think I've responded to all interested parties via email (check your spam), but, in case I haven't, please take this QUICK survey so I can send out the first month's FQ!


http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/MDQGXJH

Happy quilting!
Jenni

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Joy of Aix

Remember when Aspiring Kennedy went to the South of France earlier this year?  Remember how envious I was?  Remember how I paged through my snapfish account for days after, looking at all of my old pictures of sunny, cheerful, glorious Aix and its surrounds? 






The dear merry-go-round isn't in Aix (it is in Avignon), but isn't it a joyous thing?  If you iPhone users haven't stumbled upon the InstaGram app, you needs must do so.  My pictures are stunning in their own right (I promise to post the originals on my flikr), but with a few slight filters, ah!  Magnifique!

xxoo
jenni

Monday, February 21, 2011

A lesson in etymology


And what it means to me today:

1. heating up leftovers for dinner at 4
2. taking said leftovers to living room to eat in front of the television
3. after dropping said leftovers onto the living room floor, ordering pizza. 

xxoo
Jenni


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Redecorating

Pardon the web-dust as I redecorate....




I'm not tech-savvy enough to launch a new look all at once.  :)

xxoo
jenni

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

About my coffee-drinking practices...

My high school students drink so much coffee. I can't imagine being hooked up to that caffeine-drip at age 15. I also wasn't one of those college students with Starbucks-in-hand at every moment. In fact, I don't even remember going to a Starbucks until senior year or grad school. In the great white north, the cool coffee house was Caribou Coffee--until they departed, much to our communal sadness. Even when I went, I got the vanilla steamer off the kiddie menu.

I don't crave coffee each day. I don't die without it. And I only have coffee fixins in my house when my mother comes to visit.

But somewhere along the way I learned to enjoy an occasional latte. Last night, I thought I wouldn't have a complete post-Valentine's Day dessert without a little latte. I started wondering when this happened.

It happened in Brazil. In the morning, after a leisurely lunch, and especially after a lovely dinner, little cups of delectable coffee were passed around. With little bowls of cream. Not the liquid cream we think of. But little pots of whipped cream--kind of like unsweetened clotted cream. I learned to love those little cups. In fact, I drank so much (strong) coffee in Brazil that at some point I had to have a little lie-down because my tummy and head were starting to feel the effects.

So this morning, as you finish the last of your vanilla latte, enjoy a little flash of Brazil and dream of those lovely little cups...


You can turn the captions on or off, depending on your mood.

xxoo
jenni

Sunday, February 13, 2011

In celebration of love…

Today, I prepared to celebrate love. (Yes, perhaps we can cue the theme music from circa 1987 when on Days of Our Lives a certain couple’s theme song was “Tonight, I Celebrate My Love…”—and fast-forward to circa 1995 when my family and I were on a cruise and Gloria Loring was the on-ship entertainment and sang it and my mother and I both cried.)

But I digress.

Today, I prepared to celebrate love—a day at the Dallas Opera’s performance of Romeo and Juliet (Gunoud).  I love opera--much to my mother's and brother's irritation when I'd blast my CD player/my lungs growing up.  And I love going to the theatre in Dallas because it is an absolute hoot people watching. (Today I saw a woman in a mink stole, a woman with a cut-out shoulders ensemble circa 1987, and a girl with toothpick legs teetering on 5" spike platform shoes.  This is but a small sample of Dallas people watching.) 

But I digress. 

To prepare for my big outing, I showered with Sweet Petula’s La Coquette shea butter soap—I even shaved my legs. (We shan’t discuss the ordeal undertaken to complete this task, mid-winter). I took a blow-dryer to my shorn locks and used a round brush instead of just letting it air dry. Fancy.

I put on eye liner, applied mascara, and dressed with care. I selected a delicate, feminine pearl necklace and transferred purse contents to my lovely new red pocketbook.


Oh, the tragedy, the tears, the totally ridiculousness that is my life when I describe my pre-Valentine date.

Waitng for me at the gorgeous Winspear Opera house is a charming, successful attorney.  He looks quite dapper today in a preppy navy and pink bow tie. We catch up, I answer a few questions about Shakespeare, and the opera begins.  Lights out, interminably long scene-change later, I nudge his foot tenderly when my dear friend, and his girlfriend, appears on stage for her dance scene. 

Yup, that's how I roll folks. 

xxoo third-wheel style,
jenni

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Two truths and a lie...

There are two truths and a lie in this post:

1. I use more toilet paper than the average woman.

2. I am a champ when it comes to folding fabric right out of the dryer. Clothes, however, have been known to live in my dryer...for a long time.

3. All of my to-do list chores have been completed.

xxoo
Jenni


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Monday, February 7, 2011

Road trip: Houston!!

I found the following story on the NPR iPhone App:
http://www.npr.org/2011/02/03/133441944/two-titian-masterpieces-traveling-through-u-s?sc=17&f=1008

Two Titian Masterpieces Traveling Through U.S.
by Lloyd Schwartz

- February 3, 2011

The Renaissance master Titian was a painter's painter — a pure painter, not also a sculptor or an architect or scientist, like Michelangelo or Leonardo. He created his ravishing images — often sexual, sometimes tragic — by pushing paint over a canvas, sometimes very large canvases, at a time when painting on canvas was still pretty new.

Right now, two of Titian's very greatest paintings — Diana and Actaeon and Diana and Callisto — are in the United States for the first time. They're in a traveling show of Venetian masterpieces from the National Gallery of Scotland, which began last fall at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta. They'll be in Minneapolis at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts until May 1 and then they'll go to Houston.

One reason I felt it was urgent to see them is that these two grand paintings are companion pieces, and there's a chance they may be permanently separated. The National Gallery of Scotland has had them on longtime loan from the Duke of Sutherland, but the duke now wants to sell them. The National Galleries of Scotland and London have raised enough money to buy one of them, at a good price, and they'll share ownership.

But if they don't meet the looming deadline, the second painting could be sold at public auction, and probably at a price higher than most museums could afford. Paintings of this caliber and historic significance rarely come up for auction, and much lesser paintings have sold for staggering amounts.

And these paintings are particularly special. In the 1550s, King Philip II of Spain commissioned Titian to paint a series of large canvases based on mythological subjects. The king seems to have had a healthy libido, and Titian had his number; the two canvases are crowded with some of Titian's most voluptuous nudes. And now that I've seen them, I can testify that even more than with most paintings, reproductions do these no justice.

They are radiant — luminous with rich reds and golds, pearl and creamy flesh tones. And they're extraordinarily moving, even scary. In Diana and Actaeon, the painting on the left in the exhibit — and the curators are pretty sure this is how they were intended to be hung — the young hunter Actaeon has stumbled upon the goddess Diana bathing at a fountain with her nymphs. He's at least as startled and as terrified as they are. Diana gives him a bone-chilling look. She's about to turn him into a stag, and the big, eager dogs that are his hunting companions will soon turn on him and tear him to pieces.

In the far distance, in a mysteriously shimmering landscape, we can just barely make out a tiny figure — maybe Diana herself — chasing a stag. On top of a pillar in the grotto where the nymphs are bathing, there's a stag's skull, and weird deerskins hang from nearby trees. The ominous present shares the canvas with its catastrophic aftermath. "All time is eternally present," to quote T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets.

The companion painting Diana and Callisto is equally disturbing. Jupiter has fallen in love with Diana's nymph Callisto and raped her. She has tried to hide her pregnancy from Diana, who is not only a huntress but also the goddess of chastity. In Titian's painting, because Callisto has refused to bathe with her companions, her sister nymphs are violently ripping off her clothes, while Diana watches imperiously. We see Callisto's swollen belly, and if we look close, we can see a small tear trickling down her cheek. It's one of the most poignant dabs of paint in Western art.

"These are the tears of things," Virgil writes in one of the greatest passages of the Aeneid. There's no escaping the tragic fate inherent in all human life.

Structurally, the two paintings are almost mirror images, and both paintings are full bodies reflected in water. In the Actaeon painting, an actual mirror is a dazzling still life in itself.

The painter Lucian Freud thinks these are the two greatest paintings ever painted. At the High Museum, I got into delightful and illuminating conversations with people who came even farther than I did to see these masterpieces. In fact, I hadn't noticed Callisto's heartbreaking tear until one of the other visitors pointed it out.

In this traveling exhibit, there are 10 other paintings from the National Gallery of Scotland, including two small early Titians, two gorgeous Veronases, a dramatic Tintoretto and 13 rare drawings. But there's no question about the main reason to see this show.

I hope the British are able to raise the money to keep these two amazing works of art together — where they belong. [Copyright 2011 National Public Radio]

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Wintry Day Off, Part Three

Today Murphy and I are really reluctant to leave this cozy little nest we've made on the bed. Velvet comforter, Liberty of London quilt, Scottish tartan, super plush throw at our feet...

Yesterday I let him snuggle on the bed alone while I got up and got moving--a big treat for that little monster. But with the rolling power outages I thought it best.

I'm a total hermit, so I've loved being home and eating creations from the freezer and pantry. But I'm dying for barbacoa (shredded spicy beef) at Chipotle. Or beef of any kind really. I might venture out.

But first I'll have to shower...

Xxoo
Jenni



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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Wintry Day Baking

Last night, while dining with some friends at Villa O (for Customer Appreciation Monday!), we got the best news ever: SCHOOL CANCELLED FOR TUESDAY! These are the most beautiful words for a teacher... next to a student having an a-ha moment.

I slept late, made tea and breakfast, lazed around the internet...and found a recipe on The Southern Plate.  Oh, Glorious Oatmeal Cookie Bars made with Pioneer Baking Mix.

Well, I just happen to have a tub of Pioneer Baking Mix from the Food and Fiber Pavillion at the State Fair of Texas this fall. I have eggs. I have butter. I have oats. I have vanilla. (Yes, that's quite a miracle.)

But I don't have M&Ms.

But I do have coconut and little dark chocolate chunks!

About 20 minutes later, welcome lovely, buttery, crisp, chewy bar cookie fabulousness.






It almost killed me to wait for these bars of yumminess to cool enough to cut.  But oh, was it worth the wait!

Hope you're staying warm this Tuesday.

xxoo
Jenni

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