This post is the first in an intermittent series about miscellaneous traditions or rituals that my family participates in.
Recent events caused me to take a very long walk down memory lane, which was accompanied by hundreds of negatives and photo CDs (associated with the subject of this post, in reality we have thousands, which are well catalogued). As we searched for specific images that included my Grandpa and his wife Deborah, I was reminded of all the staple events/activities that were associated with them. I think that now is as good of a time as any to share a few of them.
Dinner at Grandpa’s house included party poppers (accompanied by tiny salt and pepper shakers at every place setting, but that was Deborah’s attention to detail). They were a staple feature at the kids table (which was occupied by Colin, Preston, Grandpa, and me) and the adults table (everyone else). Sure, poppers are simple, but you bet dinner is that much better if you’re wearing a paper crown while eating it.
Upon going through pictures, it became apparent that we had about as many fruit filled store-bought cakes as we did cakes made by my mom to celebrate birthdays. The ones my family brought are the ones I remember, though. Lemon cake (disclaimer: it was originally made by my mom and towards the end bought from Costco) and my mom’s devil’s food cake with chocolate & coffee frosting were considered staples for celebrating birthdays. Grandpa, Parker, Colin, and myself always shared a birthday gathering because we are all within a 23 day span. Likewise, Preston and Deborah always shared a gathering because they were 2 days apart.
Feeding the Koi
I will never forget the huge koi in the most gorgeous shades of orange and yellow and white that resided in the pond at their house. Weather permitting, at some point during a visit, us grandkids would fish out the plastic container of food and head down to the pond. As soon as these fish saw people coming, they would all come to the surface.
The Slot Machine
We have no way of knowing if this was Grandpa’s way of priming us to come of age and go to the casino just a few miles up the road or just a fun thing he liked having in the house, all we knew was the one rule: don’t break it.
Feeding the Ducks/Geese
Seeing as the property backed a body of water that was frequented by all sorts of water-loving fowl, Deborah liked to save bread when she knew the grandkids were coming so we could go down and feed them.
As my mom and I sifted through images, we came across what we believe to be the origin of the stair pictures:
From that point, it evolved into just the cousins, then my immediate family, and eventually the cousins and the parents with my grandfather. Over the years, the joke was that we all wouldn’t fit at some point (and upon returning to the house, the 6 of us who participated realized just how much truth there was to that statement).
As simple as all these things seem, they are the things I will always remember. When I found out I might have an opportunity to go back to my Grandfather’s house after 8.5 years, I was not sure if I even wanted to. I am so glad that I did, though, because it has caused me to remember all the joy that once was. It’s easy to get caught up in what is currently happening, the feelings that are currently surfacing, but there is always good with the bad, and to some extent it should be cherished.
Hi, I’m Brittany, and I’m a Disney Addict. *Hi Brittany!* Some of my earliest memories consist of sitting on the floor in front of the television in my living room watching The Little Mermaid until I literally wore out the VHS tape. I was a touch obsessed.
I used to go to Disneyland more frequently than I do now. Usually, I go with my family. (Fascinating tidbit: one of our past family trips was actually planned for us to arrive September 11, 2001, but for obvious reasons we didn’t go and got the trip refunded.) Over the years various friends have gone with us, been there at the same time, or have been working there, and as such have joined in on the adventure. Though, 3 of the 4 trips I currently have “planned” are with friends.
This trip was different from past trips for a few reasons. For my mom, it served as a birthday present and a more than deserved vacation for her after taking care of my couch-bound father for 4 months. Another purpose was to celebrate my college graduation. It was also the first trip to The Happiest Place On Earth we took without at least my dad and brother. As such, we wanted to make sure we took the time to do a lot of things we hadn’t done before.
Day 1: Sunday, August 21
We got to Anaheim around 11 a.m. where we checked in to Disney’s Grand Californian Hotel and Spa. Once our stuff was unpacked, we walked through Downtown Disney, looked in some shops, and had nachos at Tortilla Jo’s before heading towards the Disneyland Hotel.
At the recommendation of the internet and friends who were at Disneyland the week before us, we went to Trader Sam’s which is located between the pool for the Disneyland Hotel and the hotel’s Rose Garden.
Imagine that the Tiki Room replaced the music for alcohol and chanting – that is Trader Sam’s. They also serve food and non-alcoholic beverages, and have both indoor and outdoor table service.
We decided to order an Uh-oA! which they recommend only be ordered by 2+ people (rightfully so, I might add) and they light on fire once they deliver it to your table.
After partaking in things that angered the tiki gods (or so we were told), we went to the Steakhouse 55 lounge and had lobster sliders for dinner. Shameful admission: I was in bed by 7:30 p.m. that night.
Day 2: Monday, August 22
My mom and I started our morning with a 6 a.m. power walk through California Adventure. As early as it was, I really liked it because it was a completely different way of experiencing the park. The 2 mile walk was a loop from the park entrance inside the Grand Californian that went through most of the park. As we walked through, we saw the workers power-washing the walkways, performing maintenance, and trucks delivering things throughout the park. After seeing the work that goes into preparing the park for opening, I have a renewed appreciation for the hard work behind the magic of Disney.
Once the parks were officially open, we headed over to Disneyland. Since it was just the two of us, we spent a little bit of time wandering through the stores. We then made our way to the Jungle Cruise and Indiana Jones before getting Castle pictures.
After Sleeping Beauty’s Castle, we made our way to Hyperspace Mountain, followed by mac & cheese hot dogs (shame, shame, shame *ding-ding-ding*). Round 1 of Thunder Mountain concluded the morning in Disneyland.
The afternoon started in California Adventure where we looked in shops and went to the Cove Bar.
My mom and I decided to split an order of Lobster Nachos and a Funwheel (it starts off being about 4 different colors.. I had started mixing it before the picture was taken), both of which I would recommend 10/10.
When the evening rolled around, we headed back to Disneyland for some rides and Dole Whip, then crossed back over to California Adventure for Tower of Terror and Soarin’.
Distance Walked: 8.15 mi + 2 mi power walk
Day 3: Tuesday, August 23
Park day 2 started off with a churro on Main Street (believe it or not, I only had 2 the whole trip). Our first stop was Fantasyland and then we moved to Toontown, followed by the Matterhorn.
For lunch, I met my dear friend, king, and favorite Disney employee Paul at the Jolly Holiday Bakery Cafe. I must say, the people watching in this part of the park is PRIME.
Later that afternoon, my mom and I went back to Trader Sam’s. This trip, we sat outside and got a Piranha Pool, which was a far more reasonable drink for people who want to be a functioning park guest for the remainder of that day. When we returned to the parks, the rides included Radiator Springs Racers, Luigi’s Rollickin’ Roadsters (which were ADORABLE), The Little Mermaid, Tower of Terror, Thunder Mountain, and Hyperspace Mountain.
Distance Walked: 10.58 mi
Day 4: Wednesday, August 24
On our last day we used the Magic Morning we had to go into California Adventure before park open. We beat the crowds to Toy Story Midway Mania (151,000+ points for me!) and a second round of Soarin’ which was followed by a collection of repeat rides once the park was fully open.
I met a friend from high school who has since moved to the LA area at the La Brea Bakery for brunch in Downtown. After that, my mom and I returned to Disneyland for more rides, shopping, and pictures.
The late afternoon was spent in California Adventure doing a few more rounds of some of the previously mentioned rides, which was followed by dinner at the Storyteller’s Cafe in the Grand Californian. We returned to DCA after dinner to ride the trolley and Tower of Terror in it’s current state one final time before heading back to Disneyland for a last call on purchases and rides.
In Disneyland, I bought a pair of 60th Anniversary ears. I had bought a pair of ears when my family went in 2005 for the 50th Anniversary, and it is now my goal to have a pair of ears for every 10-year anniversary from the 50th through the 100th [which I already tentatively have a trip planned for].
Distance Walked: 9.56 mi
Different Rides: 22
Total Ride Count: 38
Approx. Total Distance: 30.3 mi
Looking back at everything we did, I realize we did a LOT of park-hopping. We didn’t go on as many rides as we might “normally” have, but we experienced other things the parks and park property had to offer. On this trip I did realize that I am getting too old to have 3 full days in the park, as my joints and muscles are still on strike.
Side Note 1: Throughout the park they had set up some really cute 60th Anniversary photo spots for some of the more iconic attractions that I honestly wish were up for more than just the occasion.
Side Note 2: While the re-theming of Tower of Terror is something that I am not personally thrilled about, it caused me to take some time to look at the little details of the current facade before they go away. For a number of reasons, I thought it was fitting that I found this sign on the upper level.
If you know me, you know I’ve been making quilts since I was 16. I love it, but there are a few reasons I don’t do it more often:
It’s an emotional roller coaster.
It’s physically painful.
I not only have to find the time, I have to find the space.
I can be a bit of a perfectionist at times, and inevitably there is at least one point while assembling the top where it doesn’t line up quite the way I want (read: need) it to (for my sanity and happiness) and I go through a phase where I question the whole project. Then comes the fact that I stab myself with pins pretty severely during the actual “quilting” process (keep in mind, I don’t do any fancy designs, but in the future I would like to have one of those deserves a whole room to itself long arm quilting table contraptions). I have drawn blood from various points on my hands, with the occasional arm and leg getting itself mixed in there, and many choice profanities have accompanied these stabbings. Along with this, I spend hours bent over a table, on the floor folding (and re-folding) before sewing rows, and can barely use my hands anymore (if I do all the quilting in one sitting) from feeding all the fabric through the machine (the poor feeders can only do so much, regardless of the machine you’re on). By the time I am done, I am physically and mentally exhausted, and more than deserving of a massage appointment.
Most of the quilts I make end up being at least the size of a full comforter (minimum about 78″ x 86″); my last two projects, t-shirt quilts, we’re all within the queen range (minimum about 86″ x 86″).
Most people don’t have open areas in their homes to accommodate this, and I have been known to lay out and tape down heavy-duty plastic in our two-car garage for assembly of the backing, batting, and top piece which averages an hour on its own (laying everything so it’s even/straight which often takes longer than desired even with two people, pinning throughout, cutting edges so it all is the same size, and starting to fold it so it can fit in the machine to start quilting).
Lastly, I said it was expensive. So, how much does it all cost? That varies slightly with design, fabric used (all fabrics are NOT created or priced equal), size, and whether or not it is a t-shirt quilt, etc. As an example, let’s look at one of the t-shirt quilts I did recently (pictured above)…
Materials (calculated from receipts):
Muslin to back t-shirts (some skip this step, but it ensures the integrity of the shirt over time): $13.50
Spray Adhesive (per can): $15.99
Materials total: $175.26 before tax, with no coupons
*Note – this does not include cost of rotary blades, mats, tables, electricity, fabric scissors, the actual sewing machine, needles, etc.*
It is also noteworthy that the cost of fabric on t-shirt quilts is probably an underestimate of the cost of a traditional quilt because a lot of the top is composed of old shirts and not fabric bought specifically for the project.
Now let’s look at labor (approximate, and can vary greatly):
Time spent planning/measuring (and re-measuring/calculating…you get 1 shot at it) before cutting: honestly, days. For these purposes we will just say 6 hours
Time spent cutting: about 3 hours
Time spent putting shirt pieces on muslin: about 1 hour
Time spent pinning and sewing the top together: at least 8 hours
Time to assemble: about 1 hour
Time quilting: at least 6 hours
Time for binding (highly variable based on whether bought or made, coupled with whether hand or machine sewn; this case is bought/machine): about 10 hours
That is a grand total of 35 hours. Now assuming your time is worth $10 an hour, you would pay yourself about $350 for this quilt.
All of that put together (cost of materials + cost of labor) would make the price of this quilt $525.26.
DISCLAIMER: The purpose of this is to inform the general public. When I make quilts for people, they tend to be because of a special occasion (commemoration of a family member who had tons of t-shirts that were meaningful to other members of the family following their death, as a gift for a wedding, that kind of thing), and it is because I have offered. Although I don’t mind doing that every once in awhile, gifting quilts is not sustainable financially, and I feel that this is the best way to explain that.