My Friend

There are friends and there are friends and then sometimes there are friends. My friend from a long time ago arrived Saturday morning in time for a "bag and boil" your own omelet, bacon and cantaloupe. That was fun. I got an e-mail last week with the instructions. Here it is: Break 2 eggs in a large zip-lock bag. Have a spread laid out of anything one might like in an omelet. Like onions, bell pepper, mushrooms, tomatoes, cheese, black olives. Then everybody writes their name on the bag and adds what ever ingredients they like. Zip it up and drop into a big pot of boiling water. Boil for at least 13 minutes (we had to go a little longer) then dump it out onto your plate, chunk the bag. You can boil 7 or 8 at a time if the pot is big enough. It was a great custom to taste omelet.
Try it!
Now, about this friend. She is the kind that when she comes, expects to do some big project. In the past we have totally organized my closet. You know, go through each piece and keep or get rid of. Go to Wal-Mart for storage boxes and plastic hangers... NO WIRE HANGERS. Or one time we took everything out of my kitchen cabinets and rewashed ever dish and put them back. One time she brought her own chain saw and we trimmed trees. Now it works both ways because when I go to her house we go to Lowes for buckets of paint and repaint and the inside of her house. Every room a different color.

So I'm showing you this one drawer in my studio. My wish this trip was for help with organizing the studio. This draw was stuffed so full of lace, ribbons, and all kinds of trim that when I tried to get something out I couldn't find. I wish I had taken a before picture. Anyway, here is an after picture. Everything is organized and rewound on acid free card and in tubs and I can't wait to get started using this stuff. Of course we touched some other shelves too. It was a great visit. What a friend.