Key Lime Martini

It's light and frothy.  It's not too sweet, not too tart and so easy to make.  It's the perfect martini to sip on the deck on a warm evening.  Move over Lemon Drop - there's a new drink in town!

2 oz Vanilla vodka

2 oz fresh squeezed lime

2 oz half and half or cream

2 heaping teaspoons powdered sugar

Fill shaker with ice. 

Add ingredients.

Shake until ice crystals form on shaker.

Pour into martini glass rimmed with fresh lime.

Garnish with a sprinkle of lime zest if you must.

This is a simple cocktail.  Less is more.

Enjoy!

The Pallet Sign Class

I cut back my hours 18 months ago because I felt like I was investing all of my time and energy in other people's lives and at the end of each work week, I was too short on both to truly invest in my own.  I wanted time with my husband, my family, my dogs, my friends and yah, it sounds selfish, but I wanted more time for me, too.  I wanted a clean house, folded laundry and a green garden.  I wanted a date night.  I wanted to go more places.  I wanted to take classes, learn new things and fill parts of my brain that have nothing to do with the nursing profession.  Life is short, create the life you want and truly live it, right?

 

I saw this pallet sign class in Februray and had to giggle when the only dates available just happened to be on 3 of the 8 nights I had already been scheduled to work that month.  Oh, the irony!  

I caught a short message on Facebook yesterday that there was still room in the class for last night. So I signed up.  A quick text to a friend and I'd found someone willing to give it a try with me -- even though she had no idea what I was talking about when I said it was a pallet sign class -- and even after learning that it was a two week class and neither of us could do the second class.  I can't stress how important it is to have at least a couple friends who can "wing it" on impulse and at the last minute with you.  It helps turn life from a scheduled event into an adventure!

Katie Homann is the smart, articulate and crafty genius behind the class.  She brings an energy into the room that is fun, spirited and knowledgeable. I love being around people that love what they do. She has a community page on Facebook named Reflection with her projects and classes through RAPRD.org (Redmond's Park and Rec).

I think she's pretty amazing and I love what she creates out of scraps and leftovers.  The class was AWESOME!  She called earlier in the day to make sure she brought the right supplies for me to create exactly what I wanted that night.  When I told her that my friend and I could only make it to the first class; she was cool with it, totally improvised and brought some extra stuff to send home with us so we could finish up our projects at home, even offering her own time and shop to us if we wanted it.

So, because I've had more than a few people messaging me about the pallet sign specifics, I thought I'd go over some of the details here - but I still think Katie's class is the best choice for locals.  She will even do private classes for groups of 5 or more for $40 per person.  Her tips, insight and help is worth the cost of the class alone.  She's absolutely great -- and knows her stuff!

 

The Basic Instructions:

It's a little difficult to show you the steps with a mostly finished product but I did my best to "recreate" the moment for you.



I borrowed this pic from her page to show you how she arrives in class.

We started with premade sign boards built from ripped pallets.  Katie went over all the specifics to teach which pallets to look for, how to tear them apart and how she assembles the individual signs.

(Heat treated pallets, a rip saw, a staple gun and a saw to cut everything to length and sander - though she said she'd created the same sign with just a hammer, nails and handsaw and sandpaper.) 

Did I mention she's amazing?


I can't get over the hanger.  It's made with a keyhole router bit and I can't wait to get one of my own! Until then, any picture frame hanger would work, too.

After choosing our premade sign boards, we chose the paint color for the back ground and learned some dry brushing techniques to maintain the rustic character of some of the wood.  Paint samples, a paint brush and paper towel is all we needed.

Katie also prepared some printed pictures with our names in different fonts to give us options for our design.  She uses a word processor and regular printer.  In class, we flip the paper over and coat the back with regular #2 pencil graphite.  In theory, we created our own transfer paper.  We cut up the designs and taped them to our boards the way we wanted them. We then used a ballpoint pen to outline the design, creating light transfer lines on our boards. Easy peasy but a little time consuming so it was nice to be able to finish up at home.

I was a little surprised that Katie prefers using a Sharpie to fill in the design.  She has also used a tiny paintbrush, but after seeing several samples of each and knowing my patience level with painting straight lines, I was all about using the Sharpie.  It gives the lettering a nice sheen and was pretty easy to use.

 

When the ink or paint is nice and dry, I went over it lightly with 150 grain sandpaper to give it a bit of a distressed look.  (Remember to go with the grain so you don't mess up your beautiful art!)

 

You can stop here if you'd like.

 

 

I almost did -- but I really like the aged and weathered look that glazing gives a piece, so I went on.  I applied a light coat of glaze with one rag and quickly wiped it off with another dry one to keep the coat light.  

 

And ... drumroll please:

 

 

 

I love it and think I might get a group of gals together to host one of Katie's private lessons -- with wine drinking and cheese nibbling.  Who's in?

 

 

One last pic just to show some size perspective to those who were inquiring.  

 

Lol - The next time you see this wall it might just be covered --- ooooohhhhhhh!  Think of all the wonderful wine quotes that could fill this spot...  I think my imagination just exploded with ideas.  If anyone needs me, I'll be in the shop, er, I mean garage...

Finding Peace

Just a nod to say, "Hey."

 

I went to visit some old friends today.

  

Not many people understand why I always find the time to veer out of my way to give them a nod, but these horses once helped me hold it together.

 

It was a different time, in a different place, at a different stage of life.  We were living in an apartment above a barn while we were building our house.  I had just undergone a second surgery to treat endometriosis.  (I'm afraid you'll have to Google it if you want the dreary details.  I don't like talking about it anymore.)  We'd already been through several miscarriages but remained commited to take whatever measures necessary to build our family.  I was on fertility drugs.  It was an emotional, frightening and difficult time in our lives. There were more than a few moments that I think we both believed I had truly lost my mind.  Hormones do that.

 

This majestic team of Belgians lived just down the road.  I passed them every trip into town and then back again.  There was something about their beauty that mesmerized me.  I would often pull to the shoulder of the road just to watch them.  Their muscled outlines, their playful spirits; they intrigued me. They were strong and powerful, built to pull heavy wagons and bred for work.  Yet there was an ease and grace about them that held me captive.  The protective stand of a mother next to her foal, the sunlight bouncing off a bright mane as they ran, the gentle nuzzle of that big, soft nose -- I never tired of watching them.

 

They calmed the chaos.  They brought me peace.  They reminded me that there was amazing beauty in strength.  They reminded me that even during the toughest trials, there was something to be said about putting a chin up, facing the sun and carrying on with grace.  The knowing twinkle of their eyes and soft whinny could coax a smile from me, even on the days I only wanted to cry.  They reminded me of a bigger picture, a bigger plan.  They reminded me that life was going on all around me and it was beautiful and awe inspiring.  Around them, I was always filled with a sense that it didn't matter what the future brought, everything really would be okay.

And it was.  

 

As if to say, "You're Welcome."

 

The fertility drugs didn't work for us but the lesson I learned still resonates deep within.  Life may get hard and we don't always get what we want; but on any given day, all we have to do is step away from the chaos to find beauty, to find strength, to find peace, to find grace.  That's what these horses did for me and it's hard to articulate how grateful I am for them.  They gave me everything I needed to get through that difficult time and many more.  They taught me what I needed to learn to build a great life.

 

Thank you, Mac McIntosh and the Lazy M Ranch for helping to fill my world with so much beauty.  These horses mean a great deal to me, as I'm sure they do to many others.

The Elusive Pine Marten

I have a funny story.  Well, at least I think it is funny; so funny, in fact, that it's hard to write about it without breaking into fits of laughter along the way.

I spent my late teens and early twenties up on local ski hills teaching people how to ski.  It was a long time ago, during the age of library cards and encyclopedia sales, definitely pre-dating the invention of the Internet.  The only thing that 'googled' back then were tiny, glue on, craft eyes.

This may come as a surprise, but ski instructors serve multiple roles on a mountain.  Sure, we taught the basic technique of remaining in an upright position on a downhill slope with sticks attached to one's feet; but we are also were babysitters, tour guides, rent-a-ski-buddies and an informal concierge. In addition to memorizing mountain trail maps; it was important to know the names of all the Cascade peaks between Shasta and Rainier, the lakes along Century Drive and the little facts that make each one special, the geology behind steam vents, recent weather patterns, the difference between different pine tree species and why some only grow at specific elevations but also, of course, the basics about local wildlife -- both the animals on the hill and the après ski hot spots in town.  Thank goodness, I was at the perfect age to absolutely know it all and I never second guessed myself or my answers to mountain guests.

Flash forward 20+ years, my husband and I were in Wyoming at the National Elk Reserve Visitor Center.  They had mounts of all the common wildlife in an exhibit and I saw a critter I had never seen before.  It was little but it was a ferocious looking thing, reminiscent of the Jabberwocky, you know, the one with 'jaws that bite and claws that catch' we are warned to beware of in middle school lit. classes.  I asked if it was some sort of mini-wolverine.  My husband seemed surprised that I didn't recognize the beast.

"Hun, that's a Pine Marten.  I'm surprised you haven't seen one of those before," he said with a quizzical chuckle.  After all, hadn't I spent hundreds of hours skiing on a mountain with both a lodge and ski lift named after the same animal?

"Whoa, wait...  You mean to tell me THAT is a Pine Marten?!"  I stood in disbelief and then started laughing.

Sure I'd seen Pine Martens.  I had even pointed them out to guests, explaining that they were the equivalent of mountain squirrels, playful and fun to watch, perfectly harmless.  I said they fed on pine nuts and bugs and we were lucky to catch glimpses of them because they were really quite shy.  I can't tell you how many people I shared this information with but I'm certain it was many.  So many, in fact, that I am still laughing...  I'm not sure where I learned about Pine Martens in the first place but I'm pretty sure the person who informed me about them is laughing, too!  (Could it have possibly been from a certain boy who knew I'd never venture off into the trees with him had I known these critters had fangs?  Highly suspicious, indeed!)

For the record, Pine Martens are weasels.  They eat birds, eggs and squirrels.  They have semi-retractable claws, making them unique in the weasel world, enabling them to be skillful tree climbers. They are elusive and nocturnal hunters.  I still think they are pretty cute -- at least from a distance and when they aren't hissing or killing something.