Finally, the annual mushroom post you’ve all been longing for. I guess it’s been a few years since the last one, so I’ll try to make this one all the better.


This is the Yoda of mushrooms. He’s old and wrinkly and tired. But kickass, too.


Leaning tower of mushroom. Most of these are so tiny. Notice the size of the grass, people. Let this be your guide.


This is a giant, almost plate-sized mushroom on a stump. It’s brilliant yellow, and I think it’s growing while I take the photos.


The underside of the yellow plate mushroom. Note the bokeh.


And a better lit underbelly. It’s just the loveliest shade of yellow.


A side shot. I may be obsessed with this mushroom.


Ruffly mushrooms. These are neighbors to my lovely golden plate mushroom.


This looks like a marshmallow in the grass, or maybe a very white stone. Nope! It’s a fungus!


Like an umbrella turned inside out. So pretty.


Lanky stalk, ruffled underneath…again, note the grass. You’ve stepped on a lot of these, I guarantee it.


Mushrooms often come up in twos or more, and I assume it’s to stave off the loneliness. In taking photos, I sometimes move grass or sticks, but I never disrupt another mushroom. I can’t be responsible for the heartbreak.


Here’s our final entry in this year’s [first?] mushroom post. It is a tiny mushroom, photographed during complete, thick cloud cover. Unlike all of the others here, it’s grey, and more delicate than any of the ones pictured here. My favorite of the bunch.

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Treasure hunting

My dad was a hoarder. He taught me the value of free stuff (though, to be honest, he didn’t mention the costs…but that’s for another post) and that there was no shame in making use of what someone else found useless. Clean up week was better than Christmas (and it still is!) and when friends ask “Hey, I’ve got some stuff. Do you want it?” I am just now learning how to be, shall we say, discerning.

I love to make stuff, and when I have the time and energy, I don’t want to be bothered by something pesky, like having to shop for supplies. Don’t get me wrong: I love a craft store as much as the next crafty girl. But when I wake up at 4 am itching to make a multi-pocketed tote bag with gingham trim, I don’t want to have to wait for a fabric store to open. I pride myself on having most anything one could need for most craft projects involving fabric, zippers, interfacing, ribbon, elastic, beads, paints….you get the idea.

So today, one of my bi-monthly Saturdays without V, I took myself to a morning movie (Trainwreck, but that’s another post…), then drove around to the dumpster behind JoAnn Fabrics.

Now, settle down. I know Dumpster Diving isn’t for everyone (though Lisa Ling seems to think it’s okay). And as I mentioned, I have no shortage of craft supplies in my house, and honestly I can afford most of the supplies I could want. But I also hate the amount of waste America produces, hate how disposable everything is, and I especially hate how wasteful stores are of perfectly good merchandise. If you wander around YouTube, you can see all kinds of people finding all kinds of things in store dumpsters, and there’s something extraordinarily satisfying of pulling something useful out of the jaws of overflowing landfills.

Today, I found 92 patterns in the dumpster. There were many more, but I got tired of pulling them out. (I only picked ones off the top, for those of you who find dumpsters squeamish…but really, there’s not much for sale at JoAnn Fabric to get yucky). If I’d waited for them all to go on sale, at best, I could buy them for $1 each, roughly (though the It’s So Easy patterns never go on sale, and are always $2.99 in my experience). Now, some of these patterns are not my style, or V’s style. 32 of them are duplicates.


Grown up clothes, above.


Accessories and home decor.


Kids’ clothes.

What with the internet, a lot of times when I sew I don’t even use patterns  anymore, or I already own the patterns I like most for things like pants for V, or skirts for  me, or backpacks or tote bags or baby shoes. Some sewists don’t like using commercial patterns, because they can be confusing and they are often sized by drunk turkeys: you not only can’t go by the size on the package, but you have to measure yourself, the pattern pieces, and calculate for seam allowances, among other things.

I’m not an expert seamstress by any measure, but Mrs. Malme, my home-ec teacher, made sure I could read a pattern, and what with the internet’s handy videos, I can almost always figure out that which I don’t understand. And though I love the internet, I can’t always picture how things come together if I can’t hold a pattern in my hands. So I’m very excited by this windfall, and I recognize how awesome my timing is, because I start teaching again in nine days. I have a lot of sewing to do before then.

But, gentle readers, perhaps you do, too! Because I got 32 duplicates, and because even some of the non-duplicates will not be useful to me, I’m going to give away some patterns! What would you like? I’ll mail out packages of patterns to up to 5 people who have use for them, however many you’ll take. Comment here or send me an email (removing the asterisks, jennife*rloyga**nyo*@*icl*oud.co*m)/contact me through Facebook, and I’ll try to be fair and helpful if there’s some crazy mad rush for these. I’ll take requests until Tuesday, 18 August, after which I’m donating all the patterns I can’t use to the thrift store, where they STILL won’t likely end up in a landfill until someone can make use of them.

Whew! Are you excited? Me too. Here’s what’s on the table.  Remember, sizes run small in most patterns…and I’ve linked all the ones I can find to the Simplicity website. You can click around and look at the back of the pattern envelope/see other information through those links.


For women: Simplicity 1416, (formal dress, sizes 4-12) 1497, (short formal dress, sizes 4-12) and 1482 (cute tops, sizes 6-14)


More women: These three are all XXS-XXL, or about a size 2-24. Simplicity 0419 (tops with a cute back inset), 0424 (JUMPSUIT. You guys, we should all totally have matching jumpsuits. I have 2 extra of this pattern), 0818 (infinity dress. You could make all your bridal party dresses just from this pattern. If you don’t put them all in jumpsuits, I mean).


It’s so Easy! Simplicity 1398, unisex XS-XL (these really are easy patterns, and a good place for a new sewist. Shorts and shirts for sleeping). It’s so Easy! Simplicity 1530, unisex XS-XL (pajama pants and shorts, knit long-sleeved tops), and Project Runway Simplicity 1585, sizes 12-20 (cute swingy dresses).


It’s so Easy! Simplicity 1312, (animal hats with attached mittens, in 4 different sizes. Adorable).  Simplicity 0425, one size, infinity scarf, other embellished scarves.


Back to women’s: Simplicity 1620, (sizes 20-28, cute separates). Simplicity 1430, sizes 4-12; these pants look to be more complex (there’s pockets AND a zipper), but I believe in you. You can do it.


Simplicity it’s So Easy! 1313, lunch bag and snack pack.  Simplicity Sewing for Dummies 1579 Alphabet pillows. And  Simplicity it’s So Easy! 1275 Tree skirt and Christmas stockings.


On to little ones: Simplicity 1710: Baby shoes. Oh, mercy, you guys. Little shoes! For little feet! Simplicity 1448, baby dress, pinafore, pantaloons. Pantaloons! Sizes XS-L. And Disney’s Simplicity 1432, with leggings, tutus, and tops. They want you to buy the Disney appliques, but I’ll keep my eye out for them in the dumpster, if you like.


More little girl options: Simplicity 0421, fancy tutu dresses. sizes 1 1/2 -4.  Simplicity 1478, girls’ sizes 3-6, using that fancy ruffled fabric.


For slightly older girls (Sorry this picture is blurry). Sewing for Dummies 1455, size 7-14. I have sewn this pattern repeatedly, for V, mostly. I’ve only made the top, (and the top into a dress, here) but it’s adaptable and really truly simple. Simplicity 1625, size 8 1/2- 16 1/2: Girls plus separates. V’s hopefully going to get some school clothes out of this pattern. And another Simplicity 1478, this time in sizes 7-14.


Finally, back to women…The first two here are from the Multi-taskers for Simplicity line, where pieces are made to be a top and a skirt, or a skirt and a poncho, or some such thing. I like the idea, but have no idea how they work in practice.Both are XXS-XXL. Simplicity 1259,the one with the skirt/dress/poncho…Simplicity 1257, with miniskirts, a slouchy top, and some whatnot. Also pictured is  Simplicity 0420, which I really wish I could find a link to. It appears to be a reissued vintage pattern, and comes in sizes 6-14. It’s a really cute sleeveless dress, early to mid-60s, by the looks of it. It also says “Simple to sew using 5 main pattern pieces.”

So there you go. Let me know, and I’ll update the post as patterns get called for. Again, it’s first come, first served, based on time/date listed on however you contact me. And if you’re in my area, you won’t count as one of the 5, unless you want me to mail stuff to you. Aaaaannnndddd…go!

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Last week, I finally went to the gravestone store (that’s not what it calls itself, but that’s what it is) to order Myra’s gravestone. It’s been over a year, yes, but I have several reasons for the delay. 1. When my dad died in 2002, the funeral home took care of his headstone. We went to the gravestone store to buy the bench for both my parents, but Dad was in the Navy and got a veteran’s headstone. I think we paid $125 to have it set at the cemetery, and we paid the funeral home. So I thought the funeral home would take care of Mom’s matching stone. But nope. And 2. I was too fucking sad for the last year. It’s an awful thing to have to bury your mother a decade or more before you expect it. I needed a year to go by so I could walk in to the gravestone store and not sob uncontrollably.

So V and I went to the gravestone store, which is lovely, if you’re into that sort of thing, which we are, and explained that we needed to buy a matching stone to my dad’s, for my mom. Tyler was our salesman, and if we’d had more time, I totally wanted to ask him how he got into the gravestone sales business. Like, was he born into the business? Did he dream of this as a little boy? But we had shit to do.  We found the matching stone, and filled in Mom’s birth date and death date, and Tyler found some lovely irises for the corners. But on a veteran’s stone, there’re two lines of text where the time and type of service is detailed. As the widow of a veteran, Myra just had a big dumb gap in the middle of her stone. So Tyler told us that we could chose up to six words for free (well, with the cost of the stone. Which, by the by, is $1284, with sales tax. SALES TAX. And $1284! Seriously!). Each word after six is $36. So six words it is, Myra.

I had to think of a placekeeper, so I threw out “The greatest of these is love.” It’s nice, it’s from the Bible, and I love my mom. And it’s better than the lame-ass suggestions Tyler had, which included “Rest in Peace,” “Gone but not forgotten” “Resting with Jesus” and some other insipid phrases. I mean, you can use those phrases if you want, but Myra raised a poet and a musician, ornery ones at that, and there was no way we were going with the old standbys.  On further thought, though, Jess and I agreed that”The greatest of these is love” wasn’t quite right, either.

I thought naming a child was difficult, but you know what’s worse? Summing up your beloved mother’s legacy in six words or less. Seriously. Try it. V can change her name if she likes when she turns 18, but Myra’s stuck with whatever we choose for as long as the cemetery stands. It’s really practically impossible. The pamphlet Tyler provided was worthless, mentioning as it did a lot of blooming and rest and beloveds.

So we went through things Myra liked to say. “People in hell want icewater, too” had the lead for a while, but while she had a great sense of humor, she also had a sense of decorum, and I wasn’t convinced she’d want that on her eternal resting place.  I favored “You can’t win for losing,” just because that’s pretty much the essence of death, isn’t it? It’s certainly not winning, and Myra said that all the time.

Jess and I worked on this for a good while. One of Jess’s first suggestions was to pick the 6 longest words we could think of, which I loved. We decided “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” six times was a little silly, though.

In the interest of public service, in case you have to chose six words or less to honor someone you love into perpetuity, we offer these alternatives to Tyler’s lame-o pamphlet:

“I never liked you.”

“I thought I’d have more time.”

“Know when to walk away,” thank you Kenny Rogers…

“Jesus called her home; she went.”

“Don’t try this at home, kids.”

“I’d rather be with you guys.”

“If not hand in hand to heaven, then hand in hand to hell” (This is from Shakespeare’s Richard III, and I love this quote beyond all rational thought. But it’s also way more than 6 words, and would cost an extra $324, and it’s really not worth that much).

This choice was about Myra, though. My mom was many things to many people. She was a daughter and granddaughter; a sister and cousin; a wife and a widow; a mother and grandmother. She was a teacher to hundreds of students; an aunt and great-aunt; and a friend to many, many people. She was a gardener and a card player and occasionally enjoyed a beer. She loved children, loved reading and traveling and laughing and shopping. How do you boil 71 years into six words??

In the end, we kept coming back to a Hans Christian Andersen quote: “‘Just living is not enough,’ said the butterfly, ‘one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.'” It is obviously too long, and it wasn’t quite Myra enough for us. We went back and forth a few times, before settling on four words we thought covered what she most loved, besides her family. I hope she would have liked it. I wish she could’ve stuck around awhile.

“Books, sunshine, friendship, flowers.”

It’s really all any of us need.

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Y’all thought I forgot, didn’t you? You thought I forgot I had a blog, and I forgot about the (April) alphabet challenge, and I was probably not coming back. Well you were wrong on ALL  COUNTS. Don’t you feel silly?

I wrote not long ago about Myra’s advice for planting a garden. In it, I promised to provide the recipes she gave me, too, and since harvest is happening in many of my friends’ gardens, I thought now would be the time. This is from the same book mentioned in the post above, and they are transcribed directly from conversations I had with Myra. I hope you enjoy them.

Boiled Cabbage

Wash the cabbage under the faucet (You always have to use chemicals on this, ’cause you just can’t keep the bugs away). Cut it up, cover it with water and cover the pot. Bring it to a boil for 20 minutes, drain it in a pasta strainer, add 1/2 a pint of cream and 1 Tablespoon hard butter. When the butter melts, it’s ready to eat. Serve with RyKrisp or flatbread and salt and pepper.

Green Beans

Prepare same as cabbage, but they’re beans.

Fried Carrots

Wash carrots really good, but don’t peel them. Slice so they’re in circles. Boil in water (or steam) for 1/2 hour. Drain and add 2 Tablespoons butter and fry like potatoes. Serve with meat and potatoes. Like a whole new food. Don’t cream carrots, though. I don’t like them that way.


Cut up 6 cups of rhubarb–the redder the better–place in heavy kettle (like the one we use to make potato dumplings). Add 1/2 cup or so of water. Boil 15 minutes. Then smash rhubarb with fork. Add 3 cups of sugar. Boil again. Serve warm or cold , alone or with ice cream. Or add tapioca and make pudding.


Wash squash. Place squash on pizza pan. Poke squash with fork six times. Place the whole thing in a 350 degree oven. Bake it for an hour. Take it out of the oven. Cut it in half. Remove the seeds. Serve cooked squash with salt and pepper and butter.

Auntie Barbie’s Stuffed Green Peppers

Buy 6 peppers. Clean out seeds from the top. In separate bowl, mix 1 cup uncooked rice, 1 lb hamburger, 1 small onion, 1 can tomato soup, 1 can water.  Fill pepprs with rice mixture. Make at 350 degrees for one hour. Empty rice mixture on plate and throw out green pepper, unless you want to eat it.


Around the 4th of July, gently get baby potatoes. About 10. Dig them up with your hands and then scrub them clean. Boil with the skins on for 20 minutes. Serve with butter while saying “just like eating candy.”


Wash tomatoes and slice. Serve with sugar or salt and pepper if you’re Norwegian.


Wash them in cold water, slice, and serve with vinegar. Mmmm.

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Double Rainbow ND

As a new, non-tenure track instructor at the University of Minnesota at Crookston in 1998-1999, I was enthusiastic and devoted to students. So when a couple of them stopped by my office and asked me to be the faculty advisor to their newly developed group, I was more than happy to help. Plus, it was the LGBTQ group, which we named UMC’s Ten Percent Society, and since college I have tried to work toward social justice, especially in this arena.

This was shortly after the murder of Matthew Shepard, and I was heartsick at his story. I worried about the safety of my handful (or more) of students here Northern Minnesota, even if we were at a college. We had between 5-15 students at most meetings, and they were great kids: within a year, they planned and executed a state-wide conference, held at our campus. I worried about their safety on many levels, but they were brave (even when a few couldn’t be included in our group photo, for fear of being outed before they were ready).

Early on in the process, we talked a lot about what they wanted the group to be. Do you want a support group, a safe place to talk to one another? Do you want to be an activist group? Should we march somewhere? We could write letters to congress people…We did a little bit of all of those (except the marching. We were tired).

I remember one particular conversation. We were talking about gay marriage, and how it all seemed so far away. “But marriage equality will happen in our lifetime,” Sam said to me. “I know it will.” I was shocked. He was a smart young man, but I thought he was delusional. This was years before Brokeback Mountain, and it was (and still is) legal to fire someone in North Dakota just for being LGBT. Instead of arguing (how do you tell an 18 year old that you don’t believe he’ll ever be allowed to marry someone he loves?) I said “I hope you’re right. I really do.”  I didn’t believe it for a second.

Oh, Sammy. You were smarter than me even then, 17 years ago now. I’m so glad that I was wrong. I’m sorry it took so long. I’m sorry North Dakota (and 28 other states) still don’t provide legal protection against discrimination for you yet.  But I am so happy, too.

I hope in twenty years the most recent Supreme Court ruling will seem just like common sense to all Americans. I hope those people who are upset by this ruling can open their hearts to their LGBTQ brothers and sisters, cousins and uncles and parents and nephews and nieces and friends.

Love wins, y’all.

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Our dog, Seven, turns five today. (That’s a funny sentence, isn’t it?) He’s been with us for the past four years, and adopting him is one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. He adores V, and takes turns sleeping with whichever one of us is having a worse day. He doesn’t bark much, warms to new people fairly quickly, and loves to have his back rubbed just above his hips.

He does not care for cats, though, which we discovered through visiting his Aunt Jess’s house. And some other dogs irritate him, too. And because of an accident just before we adopted him, he’s blind in his right eye. Plus I think he’s got some mild anxiety going on, but I fully admit I may be projecting that. At any rate, he belongs with us, and he and I have a good routine worked out for when I take him out to the backyard. He runs out, does his business, and if the dog next door is out he barks at her maniacally for about 30 seconds. Then he comes back to the gate and we go back in.

But today? Today was different. Today he took off as soon as we got to the backyard, and insistently barked at a patch of garden….erm, weeds. He barked for several minutes, and wouldn’t come when I called him, so I cautiously went to see what got his proverbial panties in a knot. I did this cautiously because I am not a fan of varmints in my backyard. As soon I turned the corner, the giant grey cat who lives in my neighbor’s garage took off like a shot across the yard, hopped the fence, and gave me a dirty look when she turned back to us on the other side as she trotted away.

I was mostly relieved that it was not a skunk or one of those pesky opossums.  (Opossum gets “a,” right? Because the “O” is silent? I still pronounce the “o,” though, when I read the word….crap. Revising). But Seven was beside himself. Just absolutely mad with some primal need to find that cat and let it know he was the boss. So for the next 25 minutes, he wove in and out of the bushes in the far back yard, up and down the side fences, barking periodically and peeing on every inch of the circumference, looking wildly for the demon cat he knew, KNEW, had not gotten far. He was a dog with a mission, and he would not be dissuaded by my silly logic.

This is what happens when you have a one-eyed sight hound. It’s kinda sad, a little irritating, but if this is as bad as it gets? I’ll take it.

Happy birthday, sweet boy. And safe travels, grey kitty. Seven means well, I swear.

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V’s Blogpost That Was Not Needed But Happened Anyway!

V has taken over the world.

She’s doing daily entries that are going to destroy your life because you think my mom is cooler than me.

That’s wrong. That’s just very wrong.

So, my cousin named Emmy came over today, but she didn’t poop so we didn’t go to the Children’s Museum.

Yes, it’s a very complicated concept, but get used to it because I am a complicated concept.

But, since I’m taking over the world you should know me.

I like Inside Out, that new movie from Disney Pixar that hasn’t even came out yet.

Yes. I like a movie that hasn’t even came out yet.

Oh, that’s weird?

Yeah, you’re weird.

Anyway, I also like Sailor Moon, a show about Rapunzel’s probable-sister who wears a short skirt and fights monsters that would give me nightmares if I ever had any. So I don’t know why a bunch of people say it was their childhood.

Yeah, plus, I don’t have nightmares. Lucky me.

Also I also like Vocaloid, a Japanese robot company. All the robots are forced to sing any notes and sounds you tell them too, so, yeah, go become the queen of Rapunzel’s other probable-sister who dyed her hair blue.

And, I like Gravity Falls, and, if you don’t know about it something is wrong you. It’s probably just, like, the best cartoon on TV that’s not an anime (which then it would be Sailor Moon Crystal). Yeah. Look it up. The other things too, if you’ve never heard of them.

So, you say this was short?

Well, you’re short.

Yeah, Robert Wadlow, I’m talking to you.

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