Sunday, December 21, 2014

A Sketchbook Artist for Danny Gregory to add to his list of teachers in Sketchbook Skool!

I literally stumbled upon a blogger who, in my humble opinion, is a creative sketchbook artist. And an instagram phottographer, and a calligrapher. His name is Jose Naranja. You can find him by going to

Leaf study in my sketchbook!

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanksgiving dinner

Got to spend quality time with my grand children. Jessie and Jacob. 13 and 16. Jessie enjoyed squash, turkey and brisket along with a few pecan tarts and egg nog. The stuffing was Pepperidge Farm with cooked onions, celery and Chicken stook. The asaparagus was cooked on a tray covered in olive oil, with parmesan cheese, garlic powder, salt and pepper. Jason brought the turkey that he cooked for the first time. Hot baked rolls and pumpkin pie were there, too. Oops, almost forgott the marshmellow and fruit side dish and cranberry sauce. Yuuuuuummmmeeeeee! Wish you could have been here. 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

A page from my sketchbook journal

Sometimes it's the ink color that inspires. Most of these drawings were taken from the internet. Some were sitting at my kitchen table. My 5.5 x 8" journal has just the right paper for pen and ink. "Black Swan in Australian Roses" is the name of this ink. Love it. From

Monday, March 10, 2014

You're Invited to the JFK Middle School Antique Show and Sale

March 16 from 10-3

Florence Road,
Florence, MA

I'll be there in my usual spot selling all my favorite things from lots of lace, all handmade, from around the World; as well as lots of smalls, jewelry, beads, old keys, old safety pins (really large ones); small woven textiles, antique quilts, antique photographs, German scrap, advertising cards, hand painted ukraine eggs, and much, much more.  Just ask for "JudyKahooti".

Homemade chili, sandwiches, desserts all benefit the after school program at JFK Middle School in Florence, MA.

Friday, March 7, 2014

A Little Lace Project! Happy Day!

The day began with sorting my vintage lace trims that I have been collecting for 15 years. Some I hadn't seen in years because I bought them, brought them home, put them in a storage suitcase and that is where they lived. But today, I decided it was time to see what I had. 

I've had a couple of wonderful painted wooden hangers (one pink, the other blue) and I deciced to dress them in my lace. Very random. Some sewing in place, while pinning in other places. I spent about 2 hours making two. I like the one above because it was the second one I made. The first was an experiment, and I was thinking that this would be a good way to sell my lace at the upcoming (March 16) antique show at the JFK Middle School (proceeds go to the afterschool program, which is always a good thing) in Florence, Mass. So, here's the first one below...

There are about 10 little hand crocheted doilies pinned on the left and one white one on the right. Oodles of lace, even antique bobbin lace, yards of it, tatted lace, netlace that came off of a doily.

A string of mother of pearl antique buttons, dead center.

And the sweetest word...."fairy" embossed on the corner of the hanger. 

For the lace collector, this would be quite a find. All of the lace is removeable and could be used for your own projects or just hang it up and enjoy all those ruffles and history.

Join me at the JFK Middle School on March 16. We'll talk lace!

Monday, February 17, 2014

New Cuisinart - Thelma's Scone Recipe

Felt like baking today because my new Cuisinart came a few days ago. I love Amazon! Especially Amazon Prime!!!

Anyway, this brand new machine has been sitting on my kitchen counter and today was the first day I felt like making Thelma's Scones. 

Prep time: 10 minutes
Cooking time: 15 minutes

The Recipe:

Blend in Cuisinart until well mixed
2 -1/2 c. flour
1/4 c. sugar
1 T. Baking Powder
1/2 t. salt

Cut a 1/4 lb. unsalted butter into 8 pieces and p lace them on top of flour mixture in the Cuisinart. Process until butter is in small particles and integrated into flour mixture.

Through feeding tube, pour milk mixture (2/3 cup mixture of half and half and milk) while processing until a ball forms. (if it doesn't become a ball, add a little more milk).

On a floured board, pat the dough into a ball and cut into 2 pieces. Flatten both with your fingers and cut each into 6 pieces.

Bake at 425 for 15 minutes on an ungreased cookie sheet. While scones are baking (they should be light brown when ready) prepare a clean dish towel under a rack. Place them on the rack when they are finished baking. Cover them with the rest of the towel. Wait 20 minutes before serving. These can be frozen and heated in the microwave. Yields 12 Scones.

Taste one and put the rest in the freezer for later.

Once they have cooled, place into a quart size plastic ziplock bag and freeze. To serve, remove from freezer, wrap one in a napkin and microwave for 25 seconds on medium. Serve with homemade jelly, jam or honey. Stonewall Kitchen has the most delicious jars of jams and Roasted Garlic Onion Jam is my favorite. Go to where everything is great!

Thursday, January 30, 2014

My wonderful "Buddy" saved me on January 10, 2014.

Our two year old dalmatian, Buddy, loves to go for walks around the neighborhood. But on january 10 it was a very cold and snowy morning. He was wearing his sweater and halter. I was wearing my down jacket. So off we go, down the driveway and around the corner. There was a light snow on the street. At the corner, I slipped and fell in a snow bank. No problem. I was up, brushed myself off, and we started off again. My neighbor across the street, the banker's wife, saw me fall and we laughed and I told her to be careful because the new snow fall is covering black ice. She was out shoveling her sidewalk. She wished me luck and off we went down the middle of the street.

Buddy likes to go to a particular light pole and we started towards it and before you could say, "watch out"; I was down in someone's driveway. My feet flew up and my back hit the street and my head hit the ice. I lay there for a minute or two and slowly got up. Buddy stood there with me. He was right by my side.

We started to walk towards our house when I realized my glasses were not on my face. We turned around to go back to find them. Buddy went right to them; I picked them up, put them on, well, tried to, because they wouldn't stay on my face.

When we got to our driveway, we turned in. Then I slipped on the ice and when I was falling, I heard my ankle crack. Like a twig. There was a little more snow on the ground, just enough to hide the black ice that had frozen over night. Again, Buddy was at my side. Our driveway is about 30 feet long, maybe a little longer. I looked at my foot and saw that it was dangling and everything went numb. No pain. Just numb. I looked around to see if anyone was walking on my street. No one! My neighbor Andy, who usually leaves the house to go to work around 10:00am was still at home. His car was in his driveway. I thought, wouldn't I be lucky if he came out now and called 911 for me. Burt was up on the third floor, on the other side of the house...I knew he wouldn't hear me calling for help. No Andy. No neighbors. No Burt. No one came to my rescue. After yelling for help for 10 minutes, I realized that I was getting cold and tired. 

I knew I was going to have to crawl up the driveway and get into the house. I looked at Buddy and said, "you are going to help me!" I grabbed hold of his halter and with each step he took towards the garage, I pulled myself along, on my stomach. It took 30 minutes. Once in the garage I could crawl the 10 feet and up into the mud room. I was again, on my stomach and calling for help hoping Burt would hear me. A few minutes later, he came downstairs and the first thing he saw was the back of my head whiich was full of blood. He called 911. The rescue firemen came first, almost immediately. I was still on the floor when they arrived. Big, Tall, Strong, and ready to take charge. One bent down and said, we're going to take care of you. Then they swooped me up and placed me on a kitchen chair. The ambulance arrived and in minutes I was in the back having my blood pressure taken. 190 over 130. They wrapped my head in gauze and off we went to the emergency room at Holyoke Medical Center. That morning they had over 24 fractures from people falling. It was chaos. The sweet young nurse who looked so cute at 11:00, by 4:30 she looked like she had been in a war. But she kept her sense of humor even though she was exhausted.  The Panitch Group, orthopedic surgeons, were in the ER that morning. But the doctor who really helped me was Dr. Harris. He put my foot back into place; turns out I had a dislocated foot and both tibia and fibula were fractured - straight line right above my foot. Once he set my foot, sent me for a ct scan of my head which revealed no fractures; and put 7 staples in the back of my head, I was sent home. In the parking lot I had to use the barf bag several times. The drugs made me sick.

So sick and woosie from the 30-minute dose of fentinol, once we drove into the  driveway, I realized I was going to have to go up two steps into the mud room on crutches. No one showed me how to use them and I wasn't feeling that great. I only made it to the dining room rug and that is where I went to sleep for the night. Next morning, I crawled over to our little red sofa, pulled myself up and stayed there most of the day. On Sunday, Jason and Paul arrived with a wheel chair which made everything easier. I still had to use the crutches to get into our powder room.

The first floor is where I slept for 6 weeks. On the couch. Very comfy.  On Monday Burt went to Walgreens and bought a commode for me. My husband is the one person I want to take care of me. He has always risen to the challenge and this wasn't easy for him. Now he has to take care of Buddy, take him out, take care of me and clean the commode, go food shopping, put away the groceries, cook and clean up the kitchen. And he never complains. 

Now is it March 2 and I'm wearing a walking boot. The cast was removed 2 weeks ago. And in 2 1/2 more weeks, I'll be ready for physical therapy.  This has been an eye-opener. This winter has been a tough one. Spring can't come soon enough.