Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Which One?

Fireworks or Eclipse

For me fireworks after Friday's victorious football game were much more spectacular. We viewed yesterday's eclipse with safety glasses, but it was not as spectacular as I had imagined it would be. In our location it was not total, and therefore day did not become night. Happy for those who witnessed the event in all its wonder.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Finding Places for New Finds

My quest for brass continues.

Brass dog looks right at home on top of wood box.

Brass trays are a favorite find, especially this oval
 style for only a dollar at the Bargain Center.
They require cleaning but usually polish up nicely. 

Green vase had to moved to make room for the brass dog.
Good thing I enjoy moving objects to different spots.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

August Activities

Sometimes I'm able to find canvases at bargain prices at thrift stores. Some I save for the artwork an individual has done. Others I paint over to do my own amateur creations. Either way art brings me pleasure.

 This was one of my very first attempts at covering over another art picture.

This is my latest. The church is modeled after the one we attend.

Just starting to add some layers to this canvas...have no idea how it will turn out.

Had a browsing day at this store and 
also at the Antique Gallery's new location on Summer Ave.
I decided to make use of my Maps app and locate both places.

Nicolas and Lucas are enjoyable visitors.
Lucas likes to make brownies.
Nicolas prefers trying out cookie recipes.

It's hard to believe they are back in school this week.
This drawing by Nicolas amazed me with the clever way he designed the letters.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

And a story goes with each belonging...

Do you ever wonder what will become of treasured possessions that are  important pieces of your life? Who will know the stories that go with each one? I have no idea if anything I own will be kept... much less treasured. All I can do is keep enjoying them myself plus writing and sharing and hoping that my children or grandchildren will appreciate the stories.

And a story goes with each belonging...

This is very true of almost every item I own. The school bell was a Christmas gift from TK in the early years of our marriage. The books were used in my classrooms. After lunch I would read from chapter books, trying to instill a love of reading in my third and fourth graders. Ellen Tebbits was definitely a favorite, and Caddie Woodlawn managed to touch the hearts of girls and boys.

I bought the schoolhouse when I first started teaching. It's a windup and the door opens and a teacher comes out as it plays "School Days."

This basket is coming apart due to age. When I bought it at an antique store in Dyersburg named The Odds and Ends Shop, there was a typed note that explained how it was an early basket used by schoolchildren to carry their lunches. Whether true or not, I always liked that idea. From this shop I also obtained two other special items - a long wood piece with a carved design and 
a tall wooden clothes rack. Sadly I would learn that the nice, attractive owner of the shop later committed suicide.

When my college friend Carla and I were apartment renters and young beginning teachers, we decorated our walls with posters and art prints.  Recently Carla bestowed upon me the Antiques print by Alex Blum because she knew I always liked it. The Edward Hopper print has been a personal favorite all through the years. So now they hang together in my house like they once did in the apartment.

The  painting of the man in the chair was a Goodwill find I found not long ago. If you remember it has a painting on the other side, too. Whoever painted it was very talented in my opinion. The billiards are special because of the numbers - 4 when TK, Ryan, Lauren, and I were a family; 3 for when it was only me, Ryan, and Lauren; 7 for the blended family of Joseph, Jason, Ryan, Lester, Lauren, Corkey and me. 

Well, I need to come to a stopping point this Wednesday afternoon. Until next time...

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Snippets of Joy

Jo and Olga planted this weeping willow years ago. It has grown into a beauty.
It conveys a magical feeling when you stand near it. Seeing it made me wish for one in a corner of our yard.

I wanted to show the page from my first simple journaling notebook that gave me this vignette idea. But after searching through lots and lots of photos on the computer I couldn't find it. If I run across it, I'll add it later.
The iron bird figurine was outside, but now it's in the guest bedroom.

FINALLY found it!

Love this glass world on the stand. 
I believe I once gave Ryan one.
Wonder what became of his.

This is my second artist figure. It's more vintage and larger than my other one over in the art room. I may have shown it before. It's hard to remember what I've shared in past posts.

I'm very fond of decorative storage boxes. I moved these from the coat rack to the small table in the guest bedroom so I could do the vignette above.
Moving objects this past week has been a form of domestic therapy. 

With the cooler temperatures in the forecast for this week I may have to venture out for some retail therapy. Feeling the need for a bargain quest.

Thanks for dropping by. Have a wonderful week of  joys.

Monday, July 24, 2017

New Chapters

I have a friend that's buying a house in a new location. When she talked about moving in this week, a small part of me was envious. Starting  over with fresh  opportunities could prove to be very exciting. I told her when she gets settled, I'm coming for a visit and a day of shopping on the square. You see, she's relocating to the town where my mom and dad resided for years. Therefore, I have a soft spot for the small town of Covington.

One Covington memory I have kept in my heart forever. This one doesn't involve my parents, but has to do with a certain young man I was dating at the time. He was from Covington and worked for a while at the fire station there. I was happy to know him and thought seriously could he  be "the one." I remember wearing pale green jeans and an olive turtleneck sweater as I walked{floated} down the sidewalk on the south side of the square. It was a crisp fall day, and I was experiencing that great to be alive feeling when you're young and having a connection with someone special. Although it didn't work out between us, that vivid memory is alive and well in my stored recollections.

Life is full of chapters, some better than others. I am grateful for every one.


While going through some old magazines today, I ran across this passage that ties in well with this post. 

The words below are by David G. Weber:

Nothing feels better than to be loved, except maybe to be in love. Life and love are so precious. Don't ever take either for granted.

People walk into our lives every day. The  hard truth is that some of those people will walk right back out. We'll think of them, we'll wonder what might have been, but sometimes we just have to let them go.

A special few will leave wrinkles that run deep into the fabric of our hearts -
the kind of wrinkles that can never be ironed out. For better or for worse, they will always be a part of who we are. It can hurt like heck when they're gone, but rather than be sad, we need to be thankful that we were blessed with their companionship even if just for a blink of an eye.

And as for those who are in our lives today? Let's not wait another minute to let them know how much we love and appreciate them.

Have faith. Love deeply. Always, always, always forgive.


These are recent books I have read.
Elizabeth Berg's novel was my favorite 
of the group.

This is the book I'm reading now, and each chapter is proving interesting.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Sunflowers and Selfies

Lunch date with college friends

While At Carriage House I looked for a gift.

Hopefully my friend can find the right photo and keepsake for this memorabilia frame.
I selected it as an anniversary gift.

Roadside beauties I photographed on my way home from Jackson.

Mary and Sam shared a part of their special day with us. We had time over lunch to remember some high school memories and their wedding day.

In 1967 I wrote the following words into my journal.

I regret that I didn't take pictures of Mary and Sam on their 50th anniversary. I should have insisted.
I hope they made a few photos later in the day. I also hope they know how much I admire them. 

None of us are crazy about taking pictures now that we have aged.
But here's mine after about ten tries to get one that didn't look too horrible.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


 This little thing turned up in one of the bargain bins at Goodwill.

 Bookcase holds much more than books.

After many months out at the booth 
I decided to bring this sweet pitcher home.

 A whimsical rock gift from a friend greets me 
by the door entrance and makes me smile.

Home is where the heart is 
and where lots of personal stuff ends up.

Pennee's writing of the word home is lovely.
She gave me this large sign when they moved 
into their Dallas apartment. Not sure where to use it.
I did use her other sign above kitchen cabinets in Mother's former apartment.
May place it over our mantel closer to Thanksgiving.

practical basket find at Hobby Lobby

 I did this stitched picture and saying years ago.
Some home stuff is meaningful and hard to part with...maybe 
it will stay around for a few more  years.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Fun Finds

The first three were very inexpensive.

doorstop brass rabbit

brass snail for windowsill collection

bird and nest candleholder

This very old print appealed to me, especially the wooden opening for the quote. For now I've leaned it against books on the bookcase.

While I had the brass polish out cleaning the snail, I decided to work on the heart trivet I've had for many years. The hearts represent Jo, Jason, Ryan, Lester, and Lauren.

Hope you are having a wonderful Fourth of July. Our house is quiet since Les and his family have returned home. But we thoroughly enjoyed our time together on Saturday and Sunday. Kiera and Chloe were a joy to watch.


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