In My Kitchen ~ August 2015

In My Kitchen is Vanilla Bean Sea Salt — a gift from my friend, Ally, xo. I think it’ll make a tasty addition to the sugar cookies The Man Of Few Words loves — or custard or vanilla pudding (or any other ideas?) — provided I stop “taste-testing” it every time I open my spice cupboard!

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In My Kitchen is a bundle o’ love from Minnesota (which explains my absence in July… missed you, xo!) — a loaf pan, a pair of dish cloths, and a bamboo utensil set from my Mom — plus some of the many cookie cutters shared by my sister-in-law, Laura. Thoughtfulness abounds at home and around the globe!

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In My Kitchen is this adorable lil’ “Garden Gate” napkin holder. I found it at my friend Tammy’s equally adorable shop and couldn’t resist combining nostalgia with functionality. It brought back memories of swinging on our garden gate (anyone else enjoy that simple pleasure as a kid?) and makes me smile every time I look at it.

Deviled Egg Platter

In My Kitchen is a Red Wing Pottery deviled egg platter (circa 1950s) that belonged to my sister. Red Wing Pottery has a huge showroom in Red Wing, Minnesota (where else?) and I’ve shopped there a time or two — a mecca of dishes, dinnerware, and collectibles — you’d love it! My Sis most likely discovered this at a flea market or antiques shop. :)

Although it has a few chips and dings, its one-of-a-kind beauty and design obviously appealed to her — and me!

Don’t we all have chips and dings? I think they add to our uniqueness.

Goodies from Jeanne

In My Kitchen is an array of goodies from my cousin Jeanne, xo! They arrived by mail and it was so much fun poking through the packaging and discovering each treasure. I’m thankful to finally have steak knives (seriously, have you ever tried cutting a piece of meat with a paring knife?) and the colorful serving plates and canapé forks were a welcome addition, too. I feel like I could actually entertain again!

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Last but not least, In My Kitchen is a trinket box — the first “pretty thing” I bought when we moved into our house. The saying on top caught my attention: “Love is sweet, given or returned.”

That’s what In My Kitchen is all about! To join in and/or view the love shared each month from kitchens around the world, please tune into Celia’s blog, Fig Jam and Lime Cordial. PLEASE NOTE: things are running a lil’ differently at Celia’s”In My Kitchen” this month (details in her blog post linked above) due to unexpected family obligations for our hostess, and also due to the sad loss of one of our dear IMK friends, Selma…

Yup, “Love is sweet, given or returned.” Take care, Celia, and rest in peace, Selma, xo.

Enjoying thoughtfulness, discoveries, and memories,

~ Kim

Girly Stuff

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I’m not a “high maintenance” kind o’ gal by any stretch of the imagination. A pony tail and a pair of earrings do me just fine, thank you.

But, for the past six months I’ve taken care of sooooo many other things (necessarily so), I almost forgot to take care of myself!

Enter Girly Stuff…

In one corner of our “powder room” there’s a section of counter top that can only be described as a vanity.

I’ve never had one before. In fact, the very word brings up connotations of superficial self-absorption that gives me the heebie jeebies!

However, a few special women in my life bade me to look at things a lil’ differently… including myself.

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My Sis once told me she got a kick out of my “scrunchies.” I always color-coordinated them with my outfits — which has been a challenge this past half year since I’ve been wearing donated clothing in every color of the rainbow — hence, my new collection of rainbow-colored scrunchies. :)

The vintage wood-burned box was a gift from my very special sister-in-law, Candy, xo. The box belonged to my Grandma — truly a thoughtful gift! Come to think of it, Grandma had a vanity — one of those gorgeous antique dressers with an ornately framed mirror and a burgundy velvet-covered bench. I spent many happy hours playing “dress up” with her tortoise shell combs and softly scented White Shoulders talcum powder with the pale pink powder puff.

Yup, Girly Stuff.

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This whimsical lil’ make up bag (one of three sent by my dear friend, Ally, with the matching gift bow next to it, xo) incredibly matched my current “color scheme” in the powder room — and my more vibrant outlook on life. I love when that happens!

The fish bowl (literally) was a “find” on a recent outing — a gift to myself. (Slowly, but surely, I’m “getting it.”) I promptly turned it into a ‘jewelry box’ because hey… that’s the extent of my jewelry! (And bear in mind, it may make a guest appearance now and then in future foodie-related posts.)

Just sayin… :)

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Then there’s this beautiful one-of-a-kind bench given to me by my sweet friend, Jurine — my Sister’s best friend. (The bench belonged to my Sis — so did the gray tray on the counter.) That kind of giving knows no end! xo

How can I adequately express my appreciation to these lovely women who took care of me until I felt like taking care of myself once again? I love you! And you know what?

Girly Stuff feels good,

Enjoying the non-selfish aspects of “self care,”

~ Kim

P.S. I’m going to be offline for a couple of days (begging your pardon in advance) — my internet service is finally going to be transferred to our HOME. I’ve been running up and down the driveway between there and our “temporary house” for 3 months (!) and I can’t wait to set up shop and take even better care of moi… and YOU!

Love & Hugs

"Cloud Heart" photo courtesy of Brenda Downing

“Cloud Heart” photo courtesy of Brenda Downing

Mothers have the ability to hold children in their hearts no matter where they are.  For the first time in a decade, mine are within hugging distance and I’m loving every minute of it!  I know my Mom feels the same way about me.

I’m writing this from Minnesota again… made another spur of the moment trip after a decline in my father’s health.  Not only has it given me a chance to spend time with my Dad, I’ve been able to treat Mom to some of her favorites — Chicken Alfredo, strawberry shortcake, and popovers, to name a few.

Wishing you a Mother’s Day filled with love and hugs.  And favorites.

Enjoying precious time,

~ Kimby

Rhapsody In Blue III

This afternoon as I hung out the laundry, a thought occurred to me.  Most days are an accumulation of ordinary moments.

Then I looked up at the old tree across our back yard.  At first glance, it was just a silhouette against an azure sky.

But upon closer inspection, I noticed something wonderful.

The difference between mundane and memorable is love.

Enjoying the magic of ordinary moments,

~ Kim

Oklahoma Rocks

Oklahoma rocks.

But oh, how she rolls.

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Prepares for the worst.  Hopes for the best.

Has faith in the forecast but trusts the sky.

Digs in.  Digs out.

Shakes off the dust and stares at what once was…

Then looks down the street and lends a hand.

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Oklahoma has faith, hope and love.

But the greatest of these is love.

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Written in tribute to those whose lives were changed by the tornadoes of 2011…

 

A Tribute To Trees

Allow me to introduce you to our trees…

This Twin Tree shades our deck, provides a home for our songbirds, and reminds me of the way that The Man Of Few Words and I live — side by side, independently together, separate-but-one.  There’s a lot of love in that tree.

The Gnarled Roots Tree clings to the corner of our yard — a contrast in vulnerability and strength.  Exposing your roots takes courage.  There’s a lot of trust in that tree.

Near the bluff is the Enduring Tree.  Branded by the elements from a lifetime of living on the edge, it bares its soul and proclaims, “I’m still here.”  It also has the best view on the lake.  There’s a lot of me in that tree.

Then there’s our Driftwood Tree.  (On this particular day, it hosted a standoff between “Old Boy” and the buzzards.)  Once a stalwart sentinel on dry ground, it now stands in 30 feet of water, thanks to the Lake Eufaula Dam and “progress.”  But it still stands.  There’s a lot of faith in that tree.

On the way back to our house, I admire the Bent Tree.  It looks like it leaned into life and refused to give up.  There’s a lesson in that, and a lot of hope in that tree.

I mustn’t forget the Lightning Tree.  Struck down in its prime before we moved here, it’s a marvelous contrast to the shoreline and the occasional incredible cloud.  In spite of it’s shattered visage, there’s a lot of beauty left in that tree.

Finally, there’s the Sunset Tree…  trees, actually.

They’re natural-born story tellers and they graciously invite you to share your own…

I hope you do.

Enjoying trees and thanking the Creator for their beauty,

~Kim

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