Good Morning Mary Sunshine

Update/New Projects/Back to My Break!

2012-01-26T15:04:00.001-06:00

I'm still on break, but I wanted to show you what I've accomplished so far:

This is an apron I made for Handyman's granddaughter's upcoming 2 year old birthday. When I was a little girl, my mother made me a terry-cloth plaid apron that was a copy of hers. I just loved it.

At the narrowest part at the waistband, it is 12" wide, and from the waistband to the hem, it is 9" long. I had just the exact amount of fabric to do this, only a narrow strip left over that went in the trash. Have you ever heard the saying, "God is in the details"? This project exemplified that. I would sit at my sewing machine and contemplate how to sew a different detail, and suddenly it would enter my mind the proper way to create that detail. I knew I wanted to make the ends of the ties on an angle, but I couldn't figure out how to turn them in and still come up with a point. God showed me. Then, He showed me how to do about 4 other special touches before I even thought of proceeding. When I first started on this apron, the exact size was already cut, even the apron strings were already cut, and the top of the apron was already gathered a bit. It was like the entire project had already been laid out--it cut my time in half!

One day as I was looking up at my bedroom ceiling, I thought it might be a cool idea to paint part of it to look like the sky:

I've noticed that the skies are blue, and clouds are white. I tried to fade it out on the edges and make it look natural. I'm still going to paint a few birds on this, but I can't get close enough to do much detail. I am standing on the bed, you know, and with my arms up above my head, my heart was beating 9 million beats a minute. I had to flop down on the bed and rest awhile!

It took a few days for Handyman to discover this, and when he did, he said, "What is THAT on the ceiling?" Well, I thought it was obvious. Then he said, "It looks like mold and I think you have too much time on your hands."

In progress

This is my next project to finish, and then, it's on to making my raggedy quilts--not 'tragedy' quilts like Geoff thought. I had to pat myself on the back for getting some not so fun projects out of the way first. Now, I'm back to my break from blogging and really enjoying it. I've been stopping in at a few of your blogs during this time. I couldn't completely forget you all!

My Playroom Is Finished... Taking a Break

2012-01-13T13:21:00.000-06:00

I finished painting... all by myself! ;) Painting is not difficult.

I highly recommend painting rooms or doing some sort of fun, new project after the first of a new year. Change, moving forward, new directions... it's a great time of year to make a decision! Go ahead, grab a bucket of paint and splash away... even better if it's 'oops' paint--save some $$$!

I decided on green as I desperately need to look at something green during a long, cold winter. We won't even get into that 'Snow Thang'... I hung my quilt panel on the wall--better than having it folded up. Another word of advice here... just jump right into spring. No matter that it is months away... what you think, you will be! So let's be spring! Okay!

Add a fun little ruffle to the top of a bookcase... makes it all purty, you know.

If an object of furniture is painted the same color as the wall, it 'blends' in and makes a room look larger and less crowded. I know some of us hate crowds! Use a yard or so of fabric for quick curtains... just use those little 'ol clip rings and presto... 5 minute curtains! Mine even match the wall color... now, how'd I do that?

My chair awaits. Perfect timing. Now for a blogging break so's I can finish (and start!) several projects on my list: two small throws, a raggedy quilt, scrap booking, a painted clay pot, hem some jeans... hmmm... what else?

I don't know if I'll be away a week, or a month---whoa! probably not a month as I would miss all of you. But just a break so I can get some tangible things done!

C-ya!

Under Construction / Handyman Showcases His Farm & Ranch Expertise

2012-01-12T08:51:00.001-06:00

On a minor scale...

A couple years ago, Handyman's father built toy barns for his Great Grandchildren, including one for my Grandson. My Grandson LOVES his barn (I'm still looking for the photo of it). Whenever I visit my Grandson, out comes the red barn, tractors, and animals. The last time I visited, I told him, "You need some fences. What do you have that we could use for fences?" He got out his Lincoln Logs, and we used those. I told Handyman that Grandson needed fences so his critters wouldn't escape. Handyman went to work; he purchased wooden dowels, cut up small wood pieces for post, and began construction.

He made 8 long fences, 4 gates, and then spray painted them white. But that's not all... he also made hay/straw bales and 2 grain bins. The grain bins are made out of a strong cardboard tube cut in pieces, and the grain bin roofs are made out of a sturdy paper. Spray paint them silver!

He spray painted the wooden blocks in an uneven pattern, and marked some wire on a few.

Here you see the scale of the straw bales.

I mailed everything off yesterday, Grandson should receive it on Friday... I know he is going to LOVE it!

In fact, I think we should probably Skype this weekend to see what he has to say about his new fences!

Painting the Playroom

2012-01-10T11:14:00.000-06:00

I've begun painting my playroom. Sort of looks like a tornado went through... you can see the 'before' beige and the 'next phase' green. Curtains will be changed. Art work moved around or replaced from within my stash. The work table is loaded up... I pull things out from one wall, paint, and then put furniture back. One wall at a time. As you can see, I can nearly reach the cieling line. Handyman has not yet inspected my progress. (I am doing very well, thank you--no paint in my hair yet, but yes, there is on my clothes...)

The color is the same as the living room, but I'm not having the emotional issues with it like I did the last time. And the color looks much better than it does in the photo. The wall color is the same color as the storage cabinet in the photo, and I have to say, this time around, I am pleasantly surprised. I am going to have to buy more paint... can't help it.

My little 'Fluffs' (daughter) digging in mama's flowers, age 2.

As I was moving things around, I realized that this may be my accent color... pink and hot pink! See, this is my fun workroom, and I can make it any color I want. We are having wonderful temps, so I am able to open the windows a bit to let in fresh air while painting.

That's the end of the tour. Back to work!

A Morning at the Antiques Market , Paris

2012-01-08T20:17:00.002-06:00

This is it... after you watch this, you'll never think of American garage sales the same way again. Now, I KNOW I'm buying junk! (Remember to pause 'Playlist'!) And for full, salivating effect, watch this on YouTube, full screen. Watch for the chicly dressed women, (no pyjama pants worn here!) and listen for when she says, "...confiscated or stolen goods once belonging to the rich were sold to the emerging middle classes..." Whaaa??? Is that going to happen here??? Well, I say, Let them eat cake!" Enjoy!

Christmas en famille à la française/ Too Beautiful Not To Watch!

2012-01-07T09:22:00.003-06:00

I've recently discovered http://becomingmadame.wordpress.com/ . This is one of her exceptionally charming videos... Be sure to watch 'full screen' for the ultimate pleasure. Oui, Christmas is past, but this is so lovely. I'll be posting another of her videos, shopping the French Brocantes (?), which are the ultimate in flea markets! If I knew the French word for 'enjoy', I would insert it here! C'est Magnifique! (Remember to 'pause' Playlist.)

2012-01-02T17:02:00.000-06:00

This was important to do.

A cross between a brownie and a slice of chocolate cake.

I'm so excited... I found some leftover paint in the basement and I think there is plenty enough to repaint my play room. It's the color I had settled on (green) and it's even flat paint. I found it hiding behind the gallon cans of exterior house paint. Not sure when I will start painting, probably as soon as I find my paint-splattered overalls. This is great---I didn't have to spend any money for paint. I think it's important to make a change once in awhile. Invigorates a person, gives them a fresh outlook, and lifts the spirits.

New Year Thoughts and Dreams... Out of Africa

2011-12-30T21:19:00.000-06:00

Tomorrow night is New Year's Eve... wishing all of you well, and thank you to all followers and blogging friends. I've watched one of my favorite movies, "Out of Africa" for the umpteenth time, and it never fails to inspire me. There are many scenes and lines I love, I love the whole story! Leaving you with the 'flying scene'... Here's to new adventures in 2012 and flying high enough to get the correct perspective on whatever we may have to face. (mute Playlist first-there is a brief commercial at the beginning.)

2011-12-28T15:13:00.003-06:00

I have absolutely nothing exciting to report.

Christmas was quiet but good.

We are having great weather for this time of year.

I'm getting the urge to repaint a room...

I got a web cam for Christmas

I just installed Skype. We're gonna see the Gkids live in action.

Handyman gave me some Yak Traks as a gift and I'm really excited about it.

I now like practical gifts as opposed to something I don't need. Besides, I think someone else owns the Hope Diamond.

We still have some birthday cake left, but the icing is getting kinda hard.

I've been visiting with a couple of friends.

I'm thinking about New Years Resolutions and I have a few ideas.

The dog is the resident greeter at my friend's store.

That's it for now.

Christmas Wishes From Mary Sunshine

2011-12-24T13:04:00.003-06:00

Appearing live from my craft room filled with unfinished projects ...

It's Christmas Eve for many of you, or early Christmas morning...

I've been thinking of a long ago Christmas (no, not that one...) when I was a young'n and lived at home with my family. For a kid, the entire week (or months) before Christmas seem like an eternity. You've made your list and submitted it to the powers that be, and every day, hoping against hope, you want to see that toy that You Simply Cannot Live Without under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning. I can still remember the excitement! One of my most favorite toys was a playpen for my dolls... I bet you didn't know dolls needed playpens-- but yes, they do. This playpen had metal supports, and a stretchy net sort of sides that never stayed up. Consequently, my dolls were continually escaping and getting into mischief. Bad Dolls! Naughty Dolls! Spankings ensued and perhaps a toss across the room.

A really sweet memory was that I had a large doll that I really, really liked. A few weeks before Christmas, I couldn't find her anywhere... searching under chairs, digging to the bottom of the toy chest... she must have been one of the escapees! Christmas morning, she re-appeared wearing a new, lovely plaid coat, hat, and dress. Mom had whisked her off to a neighborhood seamstress who had expertly designed and crafted the outfit. That was a wonderful gift.

But that's not the reason I began writing this post. I was speaking of the interminable wait until Christmas morning. We lived on 2 acres of land surrounded by woods and farmland that stretched for miles. This was our play area...literally miles of land that we roamed for all of our childhood--corn fields, soybean fields where we discovered Indian arrowheads in the fresh, cool, turned over earth. My three older brothers loved to play in the woods and make forts and cabins dug into hillsides and reinforced with tree limbs and sticks. These were cool places to pretend, hide, or just quietly sit and wait and watch for a squirrel to happen by unsuspectingly. We listened to the wind blowing the high tree-tops and rabbits searching for a tidbit of food.

Christmas Eve day arrived and my brothers decided to build a fox hole of sorts to pass the time before Christmas Eve arrived. Off they went into the woods, with a folding Army shovel, and plenty of inventiveness. A few hours later, they had their little house dug into the bank of dirt, a stick roof overhead, and a dry floor of crunchy leaves. This cabin on the hillside overlooked a winding creek that we played around. In summer, we swung on a rope swing over the creek, crossed the creek on an old fallen tree, and in the winter, we skated on the frozen creek just with our shoes on. The cabin complete, we were back at the house, dropping gloves, coats, and muddy shoes in the back hallway. It was getting dark, the Christmas tree lights were on, and supper was nearly ready. After supper we were allowed to open gifts from siblings and from relatives. Early the next morning, we would open what Santa had brought. Christmas day was one of the best days of the year.

I hope you all have a good Christmas. I know it can be an extremely sad time of year, especially if you are alone or if you have suffered loss, or are dealing with challenges. Look for the good in that day, in your life, and dwell on and be thankful for that. Maybe you don't have all your family members near you, maybe you just have one, or maybe none. Try to do something special for yourself, or for others who may be alone also. So many have so little, but be thankful for the good gifts that God has given you.

2011-12-23T16:12:00.001-06:00

Yesterday, Handyman Husband brought me home a surprise...

Yummm...

And does it ever taste good! Love that icing! We're sharing with friends, I won't be eating all of it!

The Innocent Baby

2011-12-21T10:08:00.000-06:00

from kristibutler.blogspot.com

I was thinking this past Sunday how we look at little babies and comment how sweet and innocent they are. I realized that the only innocent and sinless baby ever born was Jesus. Only a sinless, blemish-free lamb could be sacrificed for our sin. I know Jesus was not born on December 25th, but that is the day we celebrate His birth. How simple things could be if we kept our focus on Jesus and off all the commercialism of the season. I would like to work more towards that next year, and I hope I can be successful.

He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.
1 Corinthians 5: 21

Take Another Look At Christmas...

2011-12-16T21:06:00.001-06:00

Food For Thought.
(pause 'Playlist' first.)

I Am Finally In the Christmas Spirit

2011-12-12T14:41:00.000-06:00

I am finally feeling good about Christmas. I was frazzled before, but now I'm chilling out. I know it's cause the shopping is finished and now I can do some fun things. But first, I just wanted to show you the comforting and pretty view I have from the room where I blog...

This is the landing at the top of the stairs, and I happened to look and see the sunlight and thought how much I enjoy this little area of my home. Isn't it serene looking? And even though I like contemporary decorating, I believe I'll always love a country look with antiques and pretty, feminine objects like flowers, and old dishes. That's my little dog, 'No Muss, No Fuss' in that little rocking chair in the background. He likes to lay in the warm sunlight. The rocking chair was my mother's, so it is a good 90+ years old. On the seat is a feather pillow from my Grandmother's house---probably 100 years old.

But I need to tell you what I have been doing and how much fun it is. Handyman has been making his Christmas Peanut Brittle, and I've been making fudge. We've been bagging it up and sending it to unsuspecting folks along with a few other treats. I am enjoying it so much, and I realized why. I am able to purchase all we need right here in town at the grocery store and discount store, assemble it in my own kitchen, and mail it off. We are getting a lot of bang for our buck---well, it's not really inexpensive to make all this, but I think for me, I'm getting my money's worth out of it just in enjoyment.

*The recipe for the fudge is under 'Joy's No Fuss Recipes' on the upper left side of the page.

I have cute little treat sacks, and nifty little stickers, and curling ribbon, and pretty boxes, and it all just turns out so well. I am happy! I really hope everyone enjoys what we send them. I hope you are having a good Christmas season too. Are you doing some special things that are making it a fun time for you too?

Decorating for Christmas... the charm of old things

2011-12-10T13:28:00.000-06:00

I skipped the tree this year, in fact, I didn't have an indoor tree last year either, and the artificial tree we did have, I donated to a garage sale. I find I do less decorating every year, but I wanted to make a seasonal statement of some sort, so I decorated my antique door frame.

This is the top half of an old door. My brother gave it to me years ago, and I moved it around the state, never really knowing what to do with it, but knowing it was too cool to part with.

I found a $10 mirror at a garage sale, and Handyman worked his magic and had it secured in this frame in a matter of minutes. It was perfect.

In past years, I wound clear, white lights through the greenery... I let it go this year.

Do you still have a Christmas gift from childhood? I received this sled on my 10th Christmas and this was the first Christmas I had not received a doll. I was disappointed by no doll, but look what I did keep... Today, when I looked at this sled, I remembered all the fun I had experienced. I kept an old piece of candle in my coat pocket and waxed those runners until they were like glass. There were times when I was flying down hills that I felt that my sled and I were 'one'!

Ye Old 'Yankee Clipper'

Time to place it on the front porch.

I haven't been 'one' with my sled for quite a few years, but I still feel like it's a part of me.

Do you still have a gift from a long ago Christmas?

Gilcrease Museum, Tulsa, Oklahoma

2011-12-03T21:26:00.002-06:00

While visiting family over ThanksLiving, we were privileged to visit the Thomas Gilcrease Institute of American History and Art--the Gilcrease Museum. It is a beautiful museum, filled with stunning works of art; original oils, bronze sculptures, American Indian artifacts and more.

The museum has many works of art by Charles M. Russell, Fredrick Remington, and other American western artists. The paintings took my breath away, I was practically at a loss to describe the beauty. 'Awe inspiring', 'magnificent', are the only words that came to mind.

One of the museum's rules was that one was to keep a minimum of 18" from the paintings. I cheated. I had my glasses off and my nose about 6 inches from the canvases... that must have been why some museum officials were strolling the rooms, keeping an eye on me. I couldn't help it. The painting were so vibrant, so full of life and light, I actually felt honored to be able to view them.

Camp Cook's Trouble Charles M. Russell (1864-1926)

I noticed that Charles M. Russell would use approximately 7-10 colors when painting a horse. His use of color and light would bring the painting to life. The museum lighting on each painting was strategically placed, so that the light from the painting seemed to glow. Standing in front of a painting, one could feel as if they were in that painting.

Something I've always found to be exciting when I stand in front of an original work of art--especially a work of art by a famous painter--is that I imagine the artist is standing right next me, and I can watch him or her paint each stroke on the canvas. I can stand exactly where that artist stood. I can stand next to Monet, or Mary Cassatt, or in this case, Charles M. Russell or Fredrick Remington.

The Lewis and Clark Expedition, 1918 Charles M. Russell

There were several paintings by this artist, Joseph Henry Sharp, with this theme of light emanating from within a structure, such as this teepee. They were beautiful .

Crow Teepees at Night, 1890's Joseph Henry Sharp (1860-1946)

Visiting the Gilcrease Museum was delightful. It was one of the highlights of my trip.

Visit Gilcrease Museum

A Fun (FREE!) Thing

2011-12-02T11:11:00.000-06:00

I have more to share about our blessed ThanksLiving, but I wanted to throw this little item in cause it was one of those blessings and day brighteners that God likes to bestow.

I just love it when fun little things like this happen...

My Story:

I wanted a fresh, green, Christmas wreath for the front of our house. I had heard on the radio of pine roping being sold for 79 cents a foot at a local store. I decided I'd buy the roping and make my own wreath. I stopped at the store, no pine roping in sight. There were fresh wreaths, but the prices started at $25... somehow I was not impressed, but you know me, ultra-creative, uber-resourceful and with some panache thrown in for good measure!

I looked down at the pavement next to the Christmas trees, and there lay tree trimmings... branches of lovely, fresh smelling greenery. Hmmm... I wonder? I stepped into the store, and asked a clerk about the cuttings... "Take them!" she said.

I gathered them up and popped them into the car trunk...he he heee...

Came home and went to work. Grabbed my cutters, strong wire, and work gloves. I was a-snippin and a-bendin' and wa-la!

Add a wire ribbon bow that I picked up years ago from the second hand store, and...

Double Wa-la!

And it's twice the size as the $25 wreaths!

Merry Christmas!

This Is What We Did / Thanks 'Living' Day Drive

2011-12-01T08:58:00.000-06:00

Almost the entire drive down to OK way, Handyman kept saying, "The roads are just packed!"

(See below).

Yessiree, we're just bumper to bumper here... just packed full, being over-run by vehicles, dangerous drivers out and about...

I took my nose out of my magazine long enough to look around and wonder what on earth he was talking about. We practically had the road to ourselves! Granted, Interstate 80 was fast and busy, but other than that, zilch. Guess everyone else was flying?

We showed up at Handyman's daughter's doorstep Thanksgiving day, ready to stuff ourselves silly.

Yummo. Handyman does the honors.

Actions speak louder than words.

All the traditional foods...

Handyman's daughter did it all while I sat with my feet propped up...

Homemade dressing, none of that boxed Stove Top Stuffing like I make...

Mmmm... best part... now we get to EAT!

Oh, forgot, another Best Part... the big reason we drove over 500 miles... this little one...

She is just a kill. Not yet 2 years, mind of her own, gives great 'kisses', on the go as long as she is awake.

Grampa needed time with her. He was her favorite. Grandma? Who's that?

She helped clean up the leaves...

But her main job was to be Grampa's Girl.

Our ThanksLiving wasn't just 'fine', it was WONDERFUL!

How did your's roll?

mmmMonkeying Around

2011-11-22T21:37:00.000-06:00

mmmeeep... mmm... (can't talk, my mmmouth is sewn shut...)

'HOPE' from 'A Creative Heart' made this cutie.

don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful...

It's an early Christmas gift for Handyman's Granddaughter.

Chillin'

I only have eyes for you...

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

I'm going to take a short break and do some monkeying around.

See you next week!

"Heaven Is For Real": The Burpos come to town.

2011-11-20T15:03:00.001-06:00

The parent's of Colton Burpo visited our town on Friday night. The event was held in the local high school gymnasium, and by the end of the evening, we had a packed house, even folks standing along the sides. Colton did not attend, his father, Todd Burpo said they try to keep his life as normal as possible. Colton is now 12 years old, and he was at a wrestling meet. Todd spoke first, and he and his wife Sonja both sat for an on-stage interview with the MC.

The book, "Heaven Is For Real" is #1 in Portugal and Australia, has been on the New York Times Best Seller List for 51 weeks, over 6 million books have been sold, and the book is being translated into 31 languages. The book is now available in hardcover, and they have just come out with a children's version of the book. A movie is in the works.

Todd Burpo spoke of when Colton first began to reveal what had happened to him in the hospital, he said, "We were stunned, shocked, tried to dismiss it, analyse it." About Colton, he said, "He's a black and white kid, he doesn't make things up." When Colton was describing the angel's singing, he said, "The angels would not sing 'We Will We Will Rock You'---they said it was a bad song."

During the interviewing session, Sonja stressed that they "love hearing the stories" of those who have read the book and how it has impacted their lives. When she spoke of the time when Colton revealed that he had seen his sister in heaven (who had been miscarried before Colton was born), "a feeling of an indescribable peace and hope" came over her. Todd Burpo said, "When people ask how many children I have, I tell them four." (Three are here on earth.)

When I read this book--which is a fast read--maybe about 3 hours--I found my faith strengthened and hope renewed. I remembered that God is very much alive and well-- He is in control, His Will will be done. I became more aware of how God knows me intimately, cares about me, loves me. God became more real to me, as a real 'person' I can go to and trust. When describing the Trinity, Colton said, "Jesus is that part of God that you can touch." Obviously, you can tell that I believe what Colton experienced really happened and is true. Read the book for yourself. I can't make you believe anything.

A few weeks back, while visiting with my niece, she brought up an interesting thought. So many people question the validity of the book--what Colton saw-- the motives of his parents. She pointed out that so many people in large cities don't understand what life is like in a small town--like the town the Burpos live in in Nebraska. Everyone knows you, or knows of you. You live there, work there, your kids go to school there, you attend church (Todd Burpo is a Pastor) in the town along with many others. In a small town, if you mess up, lie, cheat, steal, whatever--even make up a story that your child visited heaven---you are found out. Your name is mud, everyone knows it, and you have lost all credibility in their eyes. Your reputation will precede you even if you move away. My point is, if you are a fraud, you have a lot to lose in a small town. You can hide out in a large city, but you'll be washed up in a small town.

Some claim that the Burpos are doing this for the money... did they charge admission? Did they 'pass the hat' up and down the rows? No. However, there was a donation box as we first came into the school. Nobody twisted any arms, you could pass right by it, no one frowned disapprovingly if you didn't deposit any money. No, no 'seed money' here---I have serious misgivings about the guilt and scare tactics of 'seed money'. You could give whatever amount you wanted, if you wanted. Handyman gave, I breezed right past. What did the money go for? We were told it went for the Burpo's traveling expenses and the rest went to Missions.

That was our evening. We enjoyed it, and I have been encouraged in my faith once more. I like that. I need that.

2011-11-19T21:47:00.001-06:00

Sightseeing and driving at the same time.

"Joy, if you are taking pictures, who is driving?"

2011-11-17T21:01:00.001-06:00

Hi. I'm just hanging out.

Remember this book? Remember I wrote my thoughts about it? Well, this family is going to be speaking here in our town tomorrow night. Handyman and I will be attending.

We'll see how it all goes.

Ozark Brother Enjoys His Fall Garden

2011-11-15T21:37:00.000-06:00

Occasionally, I get an e-mail from Ozark Brother who likes to torture me by showing me the fresh veggies he is still getting from his garden. This is his latest experiment, a cold frame.

It's made out of two full glass storm doors! Ha! Ingenious!

He is picking fresh lettuce and Swiss chard, and says the real test of the cold-frame's worthiness will be in January.

I'm jealous!

Handyman Lays Down the Law

2011-11-13T19:14:00.000-06:00

This is what I heard:

"Put your hands in the air and step AWAY from the computer!"

Handyman called from work and caught me at the computer (again) and asked why I was not outside on this beautiful day raking the piles of leaves that had blown against the house?

(sigh).

Okay Handyman, you are right. I need to get outside and accomplish something. Not that I'm not accomplishing something on the computer, but yes, there are other things that need tended to.

He has finished painting the side of the house and put up the last of the guttering. Yippie! It looks really good! Just in time for the snow to fly!

And after raking up 8 trashcans full of leaves and dumping them in a trailer to be hauled away, I also got to work on another project that had been waiting in the wings...

A patchwork table runner.

Okay, not a perfect layout of the fabrics and there are some boo-boos, but it is what it is. Let's just call it creative and leave it at that.

I think it's kinda pretty, and it has a nice fall look about it.

I think it will look nice on my niece's table.

(It is a surprise for her!)

Ozark Goodbye

2011-11-12T16:43:00.000-06:00

Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, an early explorer of the Ozark area...

At the Missouri Conservation Education Center, we found interesting exhibits about Missouri's logging industry, natural habitats, and the animals that call the Ozarks their home.

"The waters of this stream are very clear and pure, and ducks are very common upon it. The wild turkey and grey squirrel are also seen on it's banks." Henry Rowe Schoolcraft November 1818.

And finally, without warning, without hearing any discernible sound other than a bit of sniffling and grunting, my greatest fear was realized in one heart-stopping moment; I was approached by one of the most dreaded animals known to roam the area...

The Black Bear!

I am back on the trail...

I am leaving the forest...

Goodbye Ozark Teresa. Goodbye Ozark Brother.

'Til we meet again!

Brother and I Visit a One Room Schoolhouse

2011-11-10T20:54:00.001-06:00

On the grounds of the Missouri Conservation Educational Center, resides this one room school house built around 1910.

In his book, 'The Little Red Schoolhouse', Eric Sloane wrote, "The difference between yesterday's schoolhouse and that of today might seem to be merely the difference between two kinds of architecture and the difference of size. The real difference, however, is the simple difference between yesterday and today, and the way we live it. Education, like modern everyday life, has suddenly become regarded as a means of making more money. Startling as it sounds, life's values have become all too linked with the dollar, and the diploma is openly regarded as a guaranteed bank account. School days, like our everydays, have changed."

Eric Sloane continues... "The only recollection of my first classroom was a painted motto that was framed and hung over the teacher's desk. It read:

'What you are to be, you are now becoming.'

Half a century later those thought-provoking words continue to affect me."

One wonders, who sat at these desks? What were their memories of attending a one room schoolhouse?

What were their dreams?

Who did they 'become'?

Up Next: Finally... a bear.

Falling Spring Mill in the Missouri Ozarks

2011-11-09T16:21:00.000-06:00

Located just behind Thomas Brown's cabin, this mill was used to grind corn for feed, saw wood, shingles, and generate electricity on site.

Built between 1927 and 1929

Remember: you can click on this photo, then, click on 'Show original' and then, you will be able to enlarge and read.

Some of the mill's 'innards'; it makes me think of 'Little House on the Prarie' when Pa worked at the sawmill.

I always find the existence of these clean water sources so amazing.

One thing I have realized about these backwoods, is how easy it was to be closed off from the outside world.

I enjoyed just gazing at the growing things in the water.

This is such a peaceful place...

Up Next: An old fashioned school house.

Thomas Brown Cabin: Ozark History Lesson

2011-11-07T12:13:00.000-06:00

Another lovely day in the Ozarks, and Brother, Teresa, and I took a little jaunt to a nearby historical site. Sites like this are tucked into the hills here and there throughout the area. Mostly, only locals know of the really old, unrecorded ones.

Built right next to a natural spring, the area was aptly named, 'Falling Springs'.

Below, the story of Thomas Brown's Cabin...

(I have found that if you click on the photo, and choose 'show original' you will then be able to enlarge the photo and examine more closely.)

Not a large cabin, of course, most likely the going size for this period in time. I looked around and imagined the room sectioned off into a bedroom area, and combined cooking, eating, and living area.

I sometimes think, how much more room does a person need?

Of course, this cabin most likely held a family of several people at one time.

A Room With A View

I'm not sure why there was such a large opening, maybe large doors were here originally, as it is framed out.

Teresa in her 'walnut picking attire'

As I walked through this cabin and around the site, it is easy to assume the owners had so much 'empty' time on their hands, however, they had to make nearly everything they owned, kill, grow, and harvest their own food, make their clothing... I would imagine most of their time was concentrated on living each day and preparing for the coming season. 'Free time' may have been a luxury.

Fallling Spring Mill

Up Next: Fallling Spring Mill

Return to learn about the spring right behind Thomas Brown's Cabin.

Ozark Brother Makes a Cool Thing

2011-11-03T11:33:00.001-05:00

A few months back, I spied this in Country Living magazine. Had a good laugh at the price... I knew Ozark Brother could whip up the same thing (or better), so this request was on my agenda when I arrived at his Little Cabin in the Woods.

from Country Living magazine

He sets to work... I hear the chainsaw a-rippin' and a-roarin' and here we have a few selections:

Black Walnut! Woo-hoo!

Originally, I just wanted some flat wood rounds and I was going to buy the wooden legs and add them later. They look like the type of legs that are on the bottom of couches or chairs--they screw into the frame. But Ozark Brother decides to be inventive and make his own legs. He cuts a few from White Oak and begins to shave off the bark on one end of the leg.

He informs me that this type of tool is what the Pioneers used to remove bark from logs when they built their log cabins-- mighty sharp... is there a doctor in the house?

BTW... see the wooden 'rungs' on the wall behind him? This is O.B.'s former Little Cabin in the Woods that he built and originally lived in until he finished his larger, Little Cabin in the Woods. He would use these rungs to climb to the loft where his bedroom was. He has now turned this into his workshop.

Okay, back to work.

These will be going in the bottom on an angle.

Using a special drill bit, he drills the hole. The entire time he is making this, he is thinking of ways to do it more efficiently and easily. He realized that this step could be done on his drill press more safely and accurately.

Live and learn.

Eat My Dust!

Moving on...

Getting there...

Remember now, this is the prototype...

Needs a bit of tweaking...

Using the reciprocating saw... I think that's what it's called... Handyman has used this before to cut drywall.

Again, thinking of ways to make the process move along faster: cutting many legs at one time, all one length, cutting many 'seats', etc. This piece of walnut was not quite dry, so it will be interesting to see how things 'shrink'. He did add screws going from the legs into the base for extra support and strength.

The bark will end up falling off the base, but for now, I like it how it is. These could be made into chair side tables, although with a larger base, you would need sturdier legs and the weight would increase, so one needs to determine a 'balance' of weight and proportion.

At any rate, plenty of options and angles to ponder for Ozark Brother. He has the entire winter.

Wa-La!

Finishing out at just a smidge over 1' in height, and 11" across the base including the bark. I've set it next to my living room chair, handy to set a cup of coffee on, a few books or magazines. Great for the outdoor or cabin theme... cute outside on a porch... myriad of ideas... set a potted plant on it, give one to a grandchild... you get the idea. Just a really nifty thing.

Thanks, Ozark Brother!

(he signed and dated the bottom)

What's Up Next?

An outing with Teresa & Ozark Brother to a historical location.

How Teresa Is

2011-11-01T13:12:00.001-05:00

Ozark Brother and I stopped in one day for a short visit with Teresa.

Let me tell you how Teresa is.

To sum up Teresa--as much as I know her--I'd describe her as the Martha Stewart of the Ozarks, and I will tell you why.

My first encounter with Teresa was well over a year ago at her and her husband's home (they built their home themselves), where she was preparing for 'An Evening With Claude'. That was the magical evening of good food, entertainment, and gathering of interesting guests that she had planned for months. Teresa is a cracker-jack cook. The fare that evening was delicious and memorable-- it was such a meal that it was an integral and necessary part of the evening--rather like a puzzle piece that if it had been missing or misplaced, the event would have been incomplete. Teresa loves to cook and bake, and for that, I am an admirer. She revealed that she finds many of her recipes and culinary inspiration on www.foodgawker.com.

Teresa's side porch and a few herbs.

Teresa loves to garden, grow herbs, and flowers. She's strong on Organic...very knowledgeable of tips and techniques to rid the plants of harmful insects and all sorts of good growing information. Ozark Brother has told me of all the plant and gardening knowledge Teresa and her husband have shared with him over the years.

She was readying these gourds to ship off to a friend who uses them for crafts.

Teresa sells vegetables to an area restaurant and has all sorts of good veggies to offer from her garden This season was pretty much a bust though, as the temperatures were near and peaked at a scorching 114 for a good amount of the summer. She also sells dried herbs and is getting a good price for her garlic.

Teresa is resourceful... she picks up walnuts and sells them by the (shelled) pound. I asked if she uses a special tool to pick up the walnuts, thinking of those long handled 'scoopers' that are used for apple picking... She simply smiled and made a bending over and 'scooping' motion with her hand... quite a lot of work! She made enough money during one walnut harvest to buy her food processor, but she would be quick to tell you she had to bag up a huge amount of walnuts!

Fall has arrived in the Ozarks, the garden is finished, outside projects are winding down, and Teresa is looking forward to being inside her cozy home, baking bread and quilting. I believe this lady is someone who is determined to complete a project, from start to finish.

The well-worn chairs on the porch have seen their share of use and enjoyment this past summer... The dinners and gatherings will soon be held inside at a strong, sturdy table near the wood burning stove. The daylight hours are shortening, and Teresa is abundantly content to nest and nurture her family.

And that is how Teresa is.

Dead or Alive? ---Update!

2011-10-31T21:54:00.002-05:00

Okay, let me know. Is everyone who stops by dead or alive? No comments for ages, is Blogger not working? Are you unable to leave a comment? Is something broke? Leave me a comment and let me know if you are dead or alive. That's all I ask. Oh, I guess I could log out and leave a comment, I'll see if that works.

LOL! Hey everyone, I really appreciate you leaving a comment! I was thinking that somehow the comment option wasn't working. Now I feel MUCH better! Thanks again--I understand folks are busy with their everyday lives.

God helped direct my path...

2011-10-31T15:32:00.002-05:00

After a great day with Teresa, it was time to retrace my 'car steps' and high-tail it back to Brother's cabin. Brother had drawn me a little penciled map showing turns and (some) turn-offs and a highway. He also showed how many miles I would have to drive to get from one (just one) point to another. It looked simple enough. I had paid attention the previous time Ozark Brother had driven over to Teresa's, and I had taken note of the identifying landmarks such as bent twigs, dead end trails, and burned forest on the sides of the roads. Yes, I was ready to roll.

I don't know where I made my mistake--where I by-passed the trail I was to turn on (the roads through the forest used to be railroad lines, curving this way and that--it is a beautiful drive.) I seemed to be going for quite awhile and then, I spied the blacktop highway I was to turn on. Whew. Almost home free! I kept driving and when the designated miles were up, I turned, but this was not the road! Where am I?? I called O.B. and told him the road I was on, surely he would know exactly where I was and easily lead me back home... He said, "Joy, I don't know where you are."   OH GREAT!!! Then, I lost phone signal, and it was getting dark. (ooooo-weee-oooooo...)

I had to stop and ask directions. There were houses here and there, and I pulled into the first one. I've only seen parts of the movie 'Deliverance' but from what I have seen, this place would fit right in. Let's just say the lights were on, but nobody was home. A hunting dog came bounding up to my car, howling and baying... couches and weeds were in the yard... cars and trucks were up on blocks... and I swear I saw the door curtain being pulled back a tad by a gun barrel.... I backed my car out and continued my search for help. What was I thinking?...I pulled into another identical homestead... same yard decorations, same parking lot... I was trying to stay calm, after all, I couldn't be that far from O.B.'s cabin--or could I?

I decided I'd better wise up and find a decent looking place to pull into. I spied a nice looking home, curving driveway, attractive landscaping, and nice cars parked next to the house--but not on concrete blocks. I drove in, but stayed in the car--I was NOT getting out! A man came out and I rolled down my window... "I'm lost!" He said, "come on in." I had the feeling that this place was okay. Cute dogs with bows in their hair met me at the door. The wife had decorated the home in a cozy, welcoming manner. They just seemed like nice folks. The man was looking for some scratch paper, and opened a cabinet. He pulled something out and then, I realized that God was with me in this confusion. The man held a Bible in his hand, and opened it and took out some paper. He kindly asked where I needed to be... I did know the highway and I did know the county road I needed to turn on. He drew me a map and told me which way to turn, and how many miles I needed to go.

Not too long thereafter, I was in more familiar territory and recognized the road I needed to turn on to get to O.B.'s home. I pulled in just as the sun was going down. A bit of a scare for me... but once again, God was with me and taking care of me. Later, O.B. showed me on a map where I had gotten lost.... I had driven 20 miles out of my way! I was so glad to be back at the little cabin in the woods.

                                                  Next Up:
                  Ozark Brother makes something really cool for me.

A Day With Teresa

2011-10-28T14:41:00.004-05:00

Now all you ladies know that a vacation is not really a vacation unless you've done a bit of shopping. Sure, eating out counts, and those sleep-in mornings when you can drag around in your robe and fuzzy slippers and while grasping a coffee cup, stare into space, but for some of the best memorable moments, you've got to get out there and shop. Yes, I know it's tough, but some one's gotta do it. May as well be me.

Enter: Teresa.

One of Ozark Brother's friends (and her husband). I met Teresa the last time I visited O.B. She was the hostess for the 'Evening With Claude', that magical, unforgettable house concert with the French musician.

And here's what blows me away... when Teresa found out that I would be visiting this month, she graciously invited me to spend a day with her and her friend poking around junque and thrift shops, a visit to a chicken farm, and lunch out. The friend had to work, and the chicken farm excursion was postponed, but the rest of the deal still stood. Teresa didn't have to include me in her adventure, but I thought it was extra gracious and thoughtful that she did.

Now let's get down to business...

First, (after successfully finding my way to her house) we stopped at a huge barn of a thrift store. The sign on the front of the building said we were not allowed to bring our purses in! Pray tell, how on earth am I expected to shoplift if I can't bring in my purse?? Oh, I guess that's the point. Purses were left in the car until further notice, and further notice did arise! You guessed it... PYREX! First, Teresa scored two cute bowls for me, only $2.50 a piece. Then, I spied more Pyrex. I tell ya kids, it was pretty stuff. Some dark blue mixing bowls, a set of brown with wheat design, and I also spied some others with a luminous inside finish. Quite attractive indeed.

Then, on to this place (below).

If a person couldn't find something here to buy, then, I'm sorry, you simply cannot be helped. Aisle after Aisle, row after row of treasures. You name it, I'm sure it was here...somewhere. More Pyrex, and at reasonable prices. I think I picked up another piece. (It's all becoming a blur...)

Next, a change of scenery: Sunshine Market Natural Foods. A cool, fun, interesting place.

All sorts of natural, organic foods (including chocolate!) and products, and actually, I found it to be quite inspiring--and convicting! I realized how wonderful it is to eat natural and healthy--if one can--and if one has the means to grow a garden or bake at home, that is a satisfying thing. My mind drifted to Handyman and how blessed I am that he loves to garden (and I get to enjoy the 'fruits' of his labor).

Filled with yummo foods and things I wanted.

Sunshine Market also carried some cool, India-inspired clothing like long, gauzy dresses and tops. I was hugely tempted to purchase a dress, but thought I'd best cool my jets and reign in the spending.

Terrific Teresa Taking Time to Think (and pose).

We took a break and stopped in at a little Mexican restaurant (not Taco Bell) for lunch. It was delicious. Then, back to More Important Things.

The owner of this place (below) warned us about the resident Bi-polar cat. We were told the cat can be nice at times, but then again... Hmmm... best send Teresa in first...

Don't let all the pretties in this photo (above) fool you... this place had those awesome dusty cardboard boxes that hadn't been unpacked and held such promise, half-hidden in corners and back rooms that maybe you really shouldn't be in, wooden chairs with shredded upholstery hanging from the ceiling, musty vintage hats and clothing... you get the picture... a wise move would be to grab a stick or long pointy thing and gingerly poke at a box or bag and slowly open it... never know if a crazy cat might burst out...

But lo and behold, I found another Pyrex. A polka-dot bowl. Frankly, I've never seen so much Pyrex in one day. I guess we may as well just go ahead and call it 'Pyrex Tuesday', cause that's what it wuz!

A quick browse through the adjoining shop (where we did see the Cat From Hell innocently curled up fast asleep) that held some awesomely creative, crocheted and knitted (original) purses made with beautiful yarns, and then, right quick-like, we were on our way back to Teresa's.

And here below, safe in my own home, all clean and spiffy, the items I purchased during our outing.

The Stash

Up Next:

Getting lost after leaving Teresa's.

Fall in the Ozarks 2011

2011-10-27T14:32:00.001-05:00

Ozark Brother and I went for a walk in the woods. He had a walking stick that he used to clear the path. I followed his cleared path.

The thought of Black Bears was not far from my mind... I had the idea that if the two of us stayed close together and made plenty of noise, a bear would think us too large a foe. (hope-hope).

Smokey the Bear says, "Only YOU can prevent urban sprawl!"

Immediately upon arriving at Brother's Retreat, I noticed the scent of woods and fresh pine. It was hard to describe, and difficult to discern the exact origin of this delicious scent. I had to simply accept that it was pure Missouri Ozark air... an incredibly clean and alive fragrance. Ahhh... breathe in!

The leaves are turning lovely golds, reds, and yellows, and our walk reminded me of when we as children, would play in the woods surrounding our home. The temps were quite warm--the mid 70's. We saw and heard a Pileated Woodpecker. Peterson Field Guide of Eastern Birds describes the Dryocopus pileatus (16-19 1/2" 40-49 cm)as a "spectacular black crow-sized woodpecker with a flaming red crest". This strikingly beautiful bird flew from tree to tree, having been startled by our presence.

I always enjoy observing what grows and lives in a natural environment.

I believe this is lichen on this rock.

Pine trees fill the forest, and of course, pine cones. Acorns fall from the tall oaks, excellent food for deer, squirrels, and bears. I tasted an acorn... I decided I'd leave the remainder for the animals.

I like touching this moss... it clung to the rocks, and some places where it had not received enough moisture, it was hard and crusty.

I 'rescued' a clump and brought it back to the cabin and gave it a drink... I also named it.

'Fred'

I climbed a deer stand and practiced my shooting skills... (with a tree limb). I do my best shooting with a camera.

This deer blind made a nice little place to hang out and observe the deer at the pond. I'd need a laptop and snacks if I were to be expected to stay here for any length of time.

My legs were tired but I felt invigorated by our woodland hike.

I prefer this any day over shopping malls, media chatter, throngs of humanity and traffic congestion.

Up Next:

A day of treasure hunting with Teresa.

Got Pyrex?

I Wuz Lost (But Now Am Found)

2011-10-26T16:08:00.001-05:00

I should have left a trail of breadcrumbs...

Now, which way is north???

but if I had, no doubt the bears would have eaten them...

Danger: Bear Crossing Ahead

I got lost in the forest. That story and others coming up.

I've just returned from visiting Ozark Brother. Adventures in the woods to follow, along with a building project, a day with Teresa, local sights, and fun facts and finds (Pyrex!)

Also:

Visiting the G-Kids.

Meet you back here real soon.

Walk About

2011-10-19T18:08:00.000-05:00

G'day.

I am on a Walk About.

I am leaving a trail of bread crumbs behind...

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

And I have miles to go before I sleep.

More PYREX

2011-10-14T15:53:00.002-05:00

Out and about today, running errands. I spied a garage sale sign, then thought better of it. I always try to tell myself I don't need anymore of anything. But, you know me... at the last moment I turned down the street. Quite a large sale... adult children emptying the house of a parent who has passed on. I could tell they were sad, but knew they must get rid of the belongings. So many 'things'--so much was accumulated and see where it ended up?

For sale on the side of the street.

Lucky me.

The large yellow PYREX mixing bowl: $4, the white with green flowers: $1, white on green flowers: $1, the little white dish with pink flowers: 25 cents.

Posing on top of the washing machine.

You can find the best stuff at older people's garage sales. There was also Jadeite, and old kitchen utensils, vintage tablecloths, doilies, also Fire King, which I wonder if that is going to be collected next. I have a couple pieces of Fire King that I use.

I nabbed a few more vintage pillowcases. The thing is, these can always be used with white sheets.

The pink rose cases on top might have been homemade, and I thought how pretty they would look with some of my old French and English lace trim that I got from Penny last spring.

I think I'm going to have to re-do my guest room next spring; make it old-fashioned-homey-restful. The sort of mood of hearing chickens clucking outside, wrens chirping, cows mooing, and seeing the tops of old, old trees outside your bedroom window, while a gentle, fresh breeze slightly blows the curtains in.

On another note, I'm doing another blog...

http://www.jrliggettsblog.com/

I've been writing for this business for about a year and a half now. Pop on over, a new post each Monday. Sign up for weekly e-mail notifications or just become a Follower. Upcoming post is about customer relations... have a story about a good or excruciating experience? Do tell.

http://www.jrliggettsblog.com/

Thrifty Rescue!

2011-10-12T09:22:00.000-05:00

I wanted to show you how I salvaged a shirt that shrunk.

I had bought this shirt at the second hand store, all excited that it fit and would work for me. 100% cotton and what did I go and do? I accidentally threw it in a hot water wash. I'd paid $4, not a whole lot, but still, it would be like throwing $4 in the trash.

I put my thinking cap on and came up with a plan.

It was a tad snug (too snug for comfort and looks) across the front--you know the look--a gap in the front...right where you don't want it... I decided to remove the buttons (seven!) and then sew a strip of fabric along that side, and then replace the buttons.

I was going through my fabric stash, trying to find something that would 'match' the shirt fabric. No luck, of course. But I'm brighter than that--I'm more resourceful and creative than that! Why not make the fabric strip a feature? Why not make it original? I found two prints/colors that worked well together and worked with the shirt. I think they look great.

Now I have a good inch extra to 'work with'. I've salvaged the shirt!

What do you think, honey?

2011-10-11T16:50:00.000-05:00

I discovered this at the library.

It's awesome.

Just flipping through the glossy, professional pages, one sees fantastic photographs of horses, cowboys, ranches, the wild, open range. Beautiful photography, articles you can't quit reading, information about western art, wild-west types, and a heavy dose of patriotic America--the way it should be--The Cowboy Way.

When you go to the website, you can download and read previous issues. A subscription to the quarterly magazine is $50... pretty steep--my pockets aren't that deep. But take a look at the older issues, it's almost as good as the real thing.

After devouring an issue,you're gonna want to saddle up and ride the range. Hey, I'm there already!

http://www.paragonfoundation.org/

Something Else to Show You

2011-10-10T20:51:00.000-05:00

This is what I purchased at Cottage Inspirations.

The plan is to make small-ish a raggedy throw, just something to drape over the back of a comfy chair.

Now don't go expecting me to get this done right away. When I do make it, I'll be sure to show y'all.

Pyrex Find

2011-10-07T21:58:00.002-05:00

Remember I mentioned Sis In Law's callous disrespect for Pyrex?

Take a look... Lord Almighty, it's a cryin' shame!

Sam Girl takes a drink. I just love her little doggy eyes...

SIL uses this little Pyrex dish for water for her beloved chickies... she said, "Well, sometimes something is just the perfect size..." (sigh).

But I have a story about my Pyrex find... On the way to Brother's Farm, I stopped in a small town to eat my lunch and afterwards, to pop into the local thrift store. Down one aisle and then the other, looking, searching, for that special 'find' that was set aside, just for me...

I came upon the dishware section--which I love--because I like to find old fashioned plates and cups for next to nuthin'. I spied an oval Pyrex casserole dish--with lid! Yes! But... it was an icky color--sort of a blah, washed out celery green--or something like that. Now, a dilemma. I like the Pyrex, but this color does nothing for me. No creative ideas were running through my brain--nadda. Great price... $2.50. But I thought, why collect, just to collect? Why buy if you don't really like it? And if you can believe this, I decided to pass it by--to let another person enjoy it. I found no reason to buy, just to buy. I turned away, ready to pay for my other treasures (coming up) and I know God spoke to me in a split second and said, "You were thinking of collecting the bowls, because you knew you could use them for creative storage... go back and take a look and see if there is a bowl." Seriously. I walked back to the dish display shelves, looked down aways, and there... right in front, was this gem:

Three smacker-roos! ($3.00)

I had totally missed the bowl before. And this was blue, the color I had been hoping for!

I also found this little cup... don't know what I will use it for--it's smaller than a coffee cup, with no handle.

50 cents

And this is the interesting stamp on the bottom. I believe I've seen it before... Buffalo? Does anyone have any information about this ware?

Also nabbed this old clothes pin holder...

The pins are dropped inside...

$3.00 for this baby--too sweet!

That's it. Those are my nifty-thrifty finds. Another successful go-round at the second hand store.

Disco This Way and Disco That Way

2011-10-06T09:28:00.000-05:00

Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive...

'Bee-Gee'-ing It!

Mom loved polyester double knit--it was all the rage in the late 1960's, and after trying these outfits on, I can see why---super comfy, all decked out, coordinated and ready to go-- a complete outfit! One problem, though... static electricity. These puppies clung to me like a desperate man... annoying and sorta creepy at the same time. The lime green polka-dot number had no identifiable tags--I believe it is one of the knock-offs Mom had a neighbor lady stitch up for her. Mom had her own personal seamstress--she had an image to live up to as a elementary school secretary--she always dressed nice with costume jewelry to compliment her outfit.

From the fashion house of Montgomery Ward

This lovely ensemble had the Montgomery Ward label sewn in the collar. Mom consistently had either an order to pick up from, or return to, the Montgomery Ward catalog center. Catalog shopping was huge back then, but on it's way out as mega shopping malls were coming into fashion, so to speak. In fact, not more than 10 miles from where I grew up, the largest shopping mall (at that time) in the United States was where Mom and I spent many wonderful hours together, pawing through clothing racks and spending quality time in dressing rooms. Mom would laugh and say that when she was laid to rest, she wanted her feet pointed towards that particular mall.

I've got this look 'corraled'!

In Mom's stash, I also found a cantaloupe-colored short-sleeved pantsuit, and many pairs of polyester, elastic waist slacks--those were a staple in Mom's wardrobe.

And don't forget this saucy number... Mom would have gotten a kick out of seeing me in these outfits.

Thanks for the memories

How-deeee!

2011-10-05T17:19:00.001-05:00

Just returned from a journey to Brother & Sis-in Law's Farm. Didn't get too fer and found a family in a heap 'o trouble...

Found 'er broke down on the Plains...

They were headed my way---West---so, they hitched a ride with me and I dropped 'em off on the other side of the mountain. They'll have to fend for themselves now, as I had more important chores to do...

Lassoin' Sis-in-law's chickens!

What better time to try out my new cowgirl boots than this? The dress is one of my mom's from the late 1960's! This is just the first of many outfits to show you.

Hmmm... it's a lookin' like I've had one too many taters fer supper...

Hear ah go... it was a breezy day!

Leanin' in fer the 'kill'...

Whoops! Missed him!

I'll give it a another try...

This may be too easy... steady now... don't move a tail feather... Sis in Law will rustle up some tasty fried chicken...

Dreaming of Handyman

My work is done here. Let me know when them vittles is ready, SIL!

Next up: the rest of the fashion show

Social Networking Sites

2011-09-26T16:13:00.000-05:00

Social Networking Site

Facebook. Twitter. LinkedIn. Ning. Google Buzz.

Who's tired of so-called 'Social Networking Sites'?

I am.

Such a fuss. Much ado about nothing. You may not agree with me, but why this insanity to be constantly connected? To share your every move, every thought as if the world would stop spinning if we stopped Tweeting. Or blogging. Or finding out everything and anything about people that you may or may not care about?

Do you remember when social networking meant meeting for coffee and cake? Or gathering at church, or Grandma's house? Social networking happened at work, or on your front porch. Maybe at your best friend's house, or at the grocery store, post office, at a dance, the corner cafe, or just in your own kitchen--with your family. And did you notice... not one computer, not one password, was involved? We weren't holed up in a little corner of the room with a lighted screen and tapping away on a keyboard, all alone. We weren't in our own little world, oblivious of our surroundings, fingers working furiously, texting and sending (oftentimes) ho-hum information and raunchy photos.

We sat face to face, listened, learned, and enjoyed each other's company.

I don't want to be a (constant) part of the Internet, or be tethered to a cell phone. Most information shared can either wait til we see the person, or often times, is not even necessary to share. There is an awful (literally!) lot of information out there, that I don't need to hear, nor want to hear. Just the thought of trying to keep up with the minute-by-minute tech changes and information, makes me weary.

Does the saying, "If it's too loud, you're too old" apply here? Perhaps. But I'm not sorry nor embarrassed by that. I refuse to feel any less important of an individual if I long for 'simpler times'.

We are dealing with the insanity of the 'Now'. It's all about what is happening now. Forget what happened long ago--that is not important. Deal with 'now' and constantly anticipate and be ready for 'the next new thing', even if you haven't learned what it was you were supposed to learn yesterday!

No Internet Connection Required

You may say, "You'll be left behind!"

Oh, such sweet, peaceful surrender!

The Vintage Find Put to Use

2011-09-21T16:35:00.004-05:00

Do you remember the decrepit chair I nabbed from a neighbor's trash?

Well, it's still decrepit, but cleaner! I brushed it off, scraped it off, and washed it off with water and bleach. Didn't fix nuttin, 'cause I'm not going to sit on it anyway. Just gonna stack stuff, like my quilts I found at garage sales, and the beginnings of my collection of vintage pillowcases. Oh yeah, Ted E. Bear can sit on it too. He's been around since I was a tyke of two, so he's no longer wet behind the ears. He knows lots of stuff...

Handyman sawed a board for me to place on the seat, so things have a proper stackin' surface. Don't know what I'll do with the pillowcases, but at anywhere from 25 cents to 50 cents a pop, they're fun to collect. I guess I dream of a little cottage bedroom with an old fashioned iron bed piled high with quilts and pillows wearin' these cases. The breeze is blowing the eyelet curtains in and fresh daisies and sunflowers are in a pitcher next to the bed. I could keep on dreaming, but you get the picture.

Thrifting Projects

2011-09-17T21:28:00.000-05:00

A little coffee cup, all by it's lonesome, living at the second hand store. It needed to be rescued and taken home. It was just too sweet and quaint to pass by. 25 cents.

What shall I do with it?

Make a pin cushion. I took my old tomato pin cushion from 1968 (!) covered it, wound some twine around it, and performed some minor surgery. Topped it off with a 'scissor' button.

She's good as new.

From a garage sale last week:

Christmas gift tags and stickers, circa mid 1970's.

25 cents.

Baby shoes: 50 cents.

I like, 'GET A LARGER SIZE OFTEN."

Such a subtle sales technique!

Who could have stood to part with these?

Just a few thrifted things. I didn't spend much, but I had fun--and that's the point, right?

The Lay of the Country

2011-09-16T15:04:00.003-05:00

I was on the open road last week, and just marveled at the sheer vastness of the land and sky.

One thing I like about open land, void of buildings, houses, and people, is the opportunity to see the sky from it's 'beginning to the end'. The clouds look as if one could walk across them, and you'd sink in as if walking across a feather bed. I love how they are suspended in the sky...and look at that blue!

I had heard one time that a person from a city wondered why there was all of this 'empty' land around here... as if it were wasted and used for nothing.

Well, it is used... for pasture, hay meadows, crops. If there were houses all over, there would be no place for the cattle to roam, or no where to grow your corn, wheat, or soybeans. What would you eat?

Haystacks, as opposed to hay bales--'Big Rounds' or 'squares' are not seen often. I captured them here, for you, for posterity. Make a note of that.

Dusty roads are laid out by square miles, and are now numbered. Before, it was "turn south by that cottonwood that's split in half next to the dilapidated house with the missing chimney..." For someone who is directionally challenged, you could have looked at it as an adventure or a nightmare. Many a folk have gotten lost in the country.

The land does not go to waste... I use the land to remind myself of a life that is set apart from the hectic pace of today's world.

It is finished.

2011-09-13T17:29:00.000-05:00

I'm talkin' about the living room here... my paint job. Here is a 'during' photo. You can see the former color at the top of the windows. I know, the change is a shock, and the color looks kinda freaky here. Choosing color is difficult, even if you think you thought you chose the color you had in mind.

And please don't call it Apple Green.

The less light in the room, the better the color looks, but I'm going to live with this anyway. I will definitely be looking at green this winter! And while I'm at it, I thought I'd go ahead and point out any thrifted purchases.

The white drapes: I bought two pair at the second hand store for $11.

The large colorful print on the wall: This was formerly an art print that had faded over the years. I made a collage and glued on top of the print.

The little table in the far left corner: I bought this years ago for $12 and hand painted the top in a leopard type print. Two of my favorite framed photos are above it. I'll be putting a small Christmas tree on top of this table come December.

The large frame on the wall is half of an old wooden door, given to me by Tom Terrific. I found the mirror for $10 at a garage sale, and Handyman attached it to the back in about 15 minutes. I just love this unique piece. For years it was empty, and people would ask why I didn't put a photo in it, but I always knew that if anything, a mirror would go in there.

The 'half' lamp: Passed down from parents. I have another one in the basement. I think lots of folks have things passed down through the family...

The end table to the right: Found at a garage sale for $2. I polished it with Old English Furniture polish and it was good as new.

View from upstairs. Better shot of my favorite photos.

I'm not finished decorating, going to tweak things a bit more.

The small round table I scored from T.J.Max. Love T.J. Max.

For what it's worth, that's it!

I'm stuck with it, and frankly, I hope we move before I get the itch to paint this room again.

Jackie O and JFK Jr.

2011-09-13T14:45:00.000-05:00

Just finished reading this book by Christina Haag about her relationship with JFK Jr. It was touted as revealing enormous insight into JFK Jr. and the Kennedy family. I found that to be more so JFK Jr. and less so the Kennedy family. Snippets here and there of conversation and events with Jackie, but mostly about Christina and John Kennedy Jr.'s relationship. Lots about Christina's childhood, growing up, and passion for acting, and John Jr.'s inability to settle down and be faithful. But then, if you aren't married, who has a right to 'faithful'? Still an interesting read for a glimpse inside the brief life of the 'Prince of Camelot'.

On Another, Yet Similar Note...

Don't forget Diane Sawyer's presentation of the Jackie O interview recorded 50 (?) years ago. On ABC, 9 Eastern time/8 Central.

Grandparent's Day

2011-09-11T16:14:00.000-05:00

Father in Law has fifteen Great Grandchildren, the youngest is 3 months old.

FIL's latest Great Grandchild #15!

Grandchildren are one of the rewards for having children. Grandchildren are fun. Grandchildren are special. We are able to act like children again when we are with our Grandchildren. We can play and pretend right along beside them. We can read to them, and we can pray with them and for them.

My two Grandchildren

Whatever Grandchildren do, it is just so special, unique, and entertaining for us Grandparents. We love to feel their soft skin, and look at their little hands and feet, watch them crawl, walk, or run. We touch their soft hair and hug their tiny bodies. We hang on every word they first learn. We marvel at their intelligence!

Handyman and his Granddaughter

Grandchildren have no expectations of who we are supposed to be, they hold no grudges or take into consideration any mistakes we have made in the past. They love here and now, they are 'in the moment'. We can see life in a new way through our Grand children's eyes. We are so blessed to have Grandchildren.

To all of you Grandparents, have a wonderful Grandparent's Day!

Projects/Messes/Painting

2011-09-10T12:05:00.000-05:00

Truly, we would be happy to see an end to projects around here. Also true that we make more work for ourselves, such as my current project... repainting the living room. I've suffered true angst over this, believe me. I knew I wanted green, but what shade? Not light, not dark, but in between, and that is where my own, personal insanity began.

I chose a darker shade, Handyman said go with the lighter shade. Result: Insane Asylum Green (to me). Kind of a like a retro-1930's icky green that was used throughout hospitals and institutions. I lived with a swath of it on the wall for exactly 24 hours and then, desperation set in: Return to the paint store to see if the shade could be made darker. Result: number/code experiments written all over the lid of the paint can. Darkening the color was somewhat successful, and frankly, I've decided to live with it. I'll say this, the less light in the room, the later in the day it is, the better the color looks. That's the trick, you know, colors look different in various shades of sunlight, and the color of the carpeting/furnishings reflect off the walls. It's a real science, actually. Especially if one is dealing with 1" X 1.5" squares of paint chips.

The pictures are off the walls, the drapes are down, the furniture is in the middle of the room to make way for my old, rickety ladder. I am making some surprising discoveries... when I hold the photos/pictures up next to the newly painted wall, hmmm.... looks interesting. Almost kinda good, definitely different. At least Christmas decorations will look good with this color. You see, my intention was that come winter, when all is gray, black, and brown outside (and don't forget white!), I need color inside so I won't be a candidate for the looney bin. I need green. I need color. If I have green, I can pretend that winter does not exist. It'll be a stretch, though, as winter ickiness can last a good 5 months. (sigh).

You know me, though... I've already started decorating. I moved this 'curtain' which is actually a yard & 1/2 long piece of sheer/sexy material (to which I attached a length of beads) from being draped across the wall, and draped it across the door window.

I love the look of light coming through colored beads. Exotic & mysterious, no?

Yes.

Spidey

And this little fellow. He was exploring a hole that we are filling in with plaster patch.

Out came the vacume and he is No More.

Back to work.

Old Fashioned Chair Needs TLC

2011-09-06T16:24:00.000-05:00

While riding my bike yesterday evening, I noticed this old chair in a neighbor's trash pile ready for pick up on Tuesday morning.

Voices in my head: "No Joy, don't bring home another piece of trash . You don't need it."

I go home, happen to look at a blog that was featuring old cast-off dishes, etc. charmingly displayed and realized I simply must go back for that chair. After all, if it's really too decrepit to do anything with, I can set it out in my trash. I yelled to Handyman that I was off to trash pick and I'd be right back.

I knocked on the door and asked the lady if I could have the chair. She said, "You mean the one without a seat? Help yourself. And thanks for asking first!"

I grabbed the chair and walked back home with only a vague idea of what I would do with it. Maybe put it in my flower bed? Set a pot of flowers in the missing seat?

I placed it here by the fence, next to the morning glory, clematis, and pots on the trellis, deciding I'd examine it more closely in the day light. I know, it's pretty rough. If it stays outside, I'll leave it as is. If I bring it inside, I'll scrape off loose paint, wipe it down, and perhaps add a seat. I can see quilts stacked on it, or draped over the back, or maybe a potted plant on the seat. No matter, I'll have fun with it, and I'm not out any money. Just an old-fashioned sweet, country-ish, little find.

Any creative ideas for me?

Country Church Near the Farm

2011-09-04T17:55:00.004-05:00

This morning we drove out to FIL's farm, met up with relatives visiting from Oregon, and made our way down the dusty, gravel country roads to this small church serenely resting on the open prairie next to huge cottonwood trees.

The structure was built about 15 years ago by church members, one of whom being Handyman, who made the wooden cross and placed it on the roof.

This being a sparsely populated area, the church claims perhaps 20 members. Our additional 6, caused the group to swell to approximately 25. The pastor divides his time between this church and another country church about 20 miles away.

This lane from the church leads to the road, and across the road, in that open field, the original Dorsey church stood years ago.

Dorsey Presbyterian Church

Handyman grew up attending this church and has wonderful memories that I know he would be more than happy to share. Today, we joined the congregation in celebrating a 'Communion Breakfast'. Bread was passed around and as we all pulled a bite-sized piece from it, the Pastor spoke of Christ's body that was broken for us... how we have been bought with a price--Christ paid the price for our sin by dying on the cross--He suffered so we don't have to, if we accept His gift of Eternal Life. We then enjoyed a delicious breakfast prepared by the others, and followed it up with a drink of juice, representing Christ's blood that was shed for us.

We then shared verses and the special, personal meaning they have had in our lives. God's Word is living, you know... never grows old, never wears out, is applicable to our daily lives and always will be. What a comfort to know that it is true and unshakable. It is the 'rock' to build our lives on--one cannot stand on shifting sand.

In the corner of the church, there stood an old piano. Do you remember how an old upright piano sounds? Sort of an 'out of tune' sound? A sound that when you hear it, you can't help but think of the old, traditional hymns sung in years past.

We were blessed when one of the Oregon relatives sat down to play. We were told that none of the other church members knew how to play.

Enjoy the Oregon relatives and Handyman.

(First pause 'Playlist' at the upper left hand side.)

Thank you David and Nila Lee for visiting and blessing us!

Have a safe and blessed trip!

And here's what I wish I could do:

2011-09-03T18:45:00.000-05:00

I've told you what I can't do, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. Now for what I wish I could do:

Sing. Sing like there's no tomorrow. Sing like Janis Joplin, Barbara Streisand, Diana Krall, who else? Anybody and every (woman) body. A strong singer, not a wimpy singer, but I like those too. I think being a singer could very well be one of the coolest talents in the world. No instruments to carry around, no going and sitting at a desk and working all day, no back breaking work, and lots and lots of accolades and admiration and of course, and stacks and stacks of money. A chance to travel all over the world. Recognition. Influence. Power. Perks. And all you do ( I know I'm over-simplifying) is hold a microphone in your hand and... sing. Your voice is all you have to pack and unpack. (And perhaps some throat spray and honey and lemon tea.) It would be a wild, exciting ride--lots to tell at the end of your life (and in between).
I wish I were good at math. I wish it was a breeze for me. If a person is good with numbers, you can get a pretty decent job. Businesses always need people who are good with figures. Accountants, bookkeepers, whatever. If I was good at math, I could work in a fabric store! As it is, right now I'd just tell everyone to buy extra fabric to make sure they had enough.
Speak a foreign language. French would be wonderful, and Spanish would be very useful. I had 6 weeks of French in college. The first day, the instructor walked around the room and stood next to us and asked something in French. You've heard of an 'A-ha'! moment, well, this was a 'duh' moment! The only word of French I knew was 'oui'. Week after week I became more confused. French Lab... oh, good Lord. It may as well have been Greek. I hadn't a clue. So lost, so uncomprehending. I came away from those 6 weeks having learned a few words, and I can look at French and somewhat discern what the gist of the sentence is about. That's it! But sign up for a class now? NON!
Grow my hair long and look good. Nope, you can't convince me. Oh sure, I can grow it long, but somehow, I just don't achieve the same look as I did when I was 18 years old.
Stay motivated all day long, everyday. Wow, what I couldn't accomplish! When I was in my 20's and 30's, in the morning, I would hit the floor running. Plenty of energy, interest, and no physical aliments! What the heck happened?

What do you wish you could do, and do you plan on trying it or are you just going to die un-fulfilled? ;)

Some Things I Can't Do

2011-09-02T13:09:00.001-05:00

I thought I'd make a list of things I cannot do. Of course, there are probably more things than I have room to list, but for the top of the list (and believe me, nothing tops this one):

Math... I can handle add, subtract, multiply and divide. Forget all the rest; Algebra, Trigonometry, square roots, pi, yadda, yadda. This sad state of affairs began in 7th grade. I was completely lost, and it became progressively worse afterwards. Never passed Algebra, have problems with percentages unless the are even amounts such as 10%, 20%, etc. Don't ask me how much 39% off is... forget my decimals, they're all over the place with no rhyme nor reason. You should see me figuring out how much an item is at the grocery store if it's 4 for $5. Lesseee... "well, it's going to be a little bit more than $1 each..." I flip my grocery list over and do a little division... okay, that's close enough. The idea of fractions confused me until I drew myself a pie chart and realized fractions were a certain part of something... sad. Now, to flip that over in my mind into a number... And I know for sure I could never be a carpenter. When I measure something, I'm like, "okay, it's just a smidge past that large mark right after the half-way mark..." My lack of number-sense creates problems when I've tried to decide how much fabric to purchase, but I've solved that by just buying more than I need and count on using the extra for another project. Of course, I don't plan on building anything--that's what Handyman is for.
Figure out how to set my camera on anything other than 'automatic'. That puppy is probably going to stay on autopilot for the rest of my life. Again, I'm intimidated by numbers. Besides, when it comes to adjusting to light exposure, I'll just take daylight shots and if they're a tad underexposed, I'll call them 'art'.
Drive a manual transmission car. When Handyman and I lived on the farm, I did (sorta) learn how to drive a little pick up, but that was just on country roads where the only other thing in my path might have been a rabbit. Also, I don't think I ever got moving fast enough to shift into 3rd gear. And if the car died, no one was behind me.
Understand how electricity works: Handyman KNOWS electricity. I don't. To me, it's just magic. How on earth can little wires make things run? It simply does not make sense. But, I do know enough not to stick my finger into a socket, or stand in the tub and use a hair dryer. I guess I know enough about electricity to get me by, to not injure myself.
I also can't use chopsticks, knit, speak a foreign language, or a myriad of other things, but I'll end this list for now.

What can't you do that you either wish you could do, or you really don't give a rip? I'll follow this up the next post of what I wish I could do. Until then, I'm off to do the things I can do.

Father In Law

2011-08-31T15:19:00.001-05:00

Father in Law stopped by this past weekend.

Mr. Marvin the Energizer Bunny

I asked him to take his hat off so's folks can see that at age 88, he still has a full head of hair...although this is the tail end of his summer buzz-cut. He'll be letting it grow out this winter. About mid winter, Handyman will stop by his house and get out the clippers and quickly run them over his head. He's saved quite a bit of dough by having a home-made haircut.

FIL is a widower, and don't think for a moment that at his age he simply sits around the house, no sir. FIL is determined to keep moving. He says if he doesn't, he'll get "stoved up". This is one of his 'Marvin-isms'. I'm taking 'stoved up' to mean becoming stiff and sore. He is the FIL I always refer to when mentioning father in law's farm out in the country.

He stopped by and found Handyman harvesting his grapes. 'Candice' is the variety, and Handyman gets a kick out of seeing the grapes produce. We have to tie a net securely over the grape vine, as the Robins love to sneak in for a feast. These are a lightly sweet grape, and fun to pluck from a cluster and enjoy.

I had intended to make some jelly or jam from these, but with all the other produce I'm processing, and the thought that I can stop at the store and grab a jar of jelly without doing any fruit processing, convinced me to turn these grapes over to FIL. FIL is a little old winemaker. It's his fairly recent hobby--going on about 4 years now. A local restaurant has actually inquired about purchasing his wine...

FIL has also made rhubarb, cherry, and pineapple wine in addition to using other varieties of grapes.

He has stacks of colored wine bottles in his basement, and a special 'brewing' room with plastic vats where the grapes ferment. I know virtually nothing about making wine, so those are just a few general ideas of how the process works.

Handyman followed FIL back up to his house (just a few blocks away) and helped clean the grapes, removing the stems and placing in freezer bags. When all was said and done, our vines yielded 34 pounds of grapes. FIL will pop the grapes into his freezer until he is ready to start a batch of wine. FIL will most likely be passing the finished product out as a gift at Christmas.

Cowgirl Boots

2011-08-29T15:19:00.003-05:00

I bought these boots today.

Years ago, I had a pair of the more traditional looking kind; cowboy heel and pointed toe, brown leather, not real fancy, and they fit well. Don't ask me why, but I donated them... guess I realized I really wasn't a cowgirl. Since then, for a good 20 years or so, I've been thinking about boots. I really like the fancy ones, with beautifully colored leather designs, but those are out of my price range. Couldn't really justify something that spendy.

But lately, I've been noticing styles more for fun, more for wearing when you want to play 'cowgirl dress-up'. I'd guess that's the category I'd be fallin' in... those times after I've thumbed through a few western themed magazines, or seen a couple of cowboys hauling their horses through town, or even after I've been to a rodeo...

This here area I live in, cowboy boots are the norm. Nothin' unusual about 'em. Even the women wear them. However, most of these cow folk work around cows. And horses. Me, I work around the computer, loads of laundry, and more often than I'd like to, the kitchen sink and range. Oh, I do lasso a few groceries, and I rustle up some grub, and I occasionally hear a cow mooing or a horse whinny---the edge of town is just a few blocks away and after that, it's open range land. But that's as close as I get to being a full-fledged country grl.

Purty in Phank

But I really, really like these. There's just one problem. They rub against my ankle bone when I walk. (sigh). Unless I can come up with a solution, these boots might be walkin' right back to the store. When Handyman comes home tonight, I'm going to ask him his opinion. I've got a real dilemma here... Looks over comfort? Maybe after I tuck my jeans into these puppies, all will be well? I mean, if a cowgirl's gonna look purty, don't you think these fit the bill?

Update:
Handyman gave 'em the 'thumbs up'. He said, "I never thought I'd see you in cowgirl boots..." I said, "But they're not cowgirl-cowgirl boots, they're hippie cowgrl boots. Hippie-yippie ki-yay boots."
Now, all I need are some straight leg jeans to tuck down inside. A thicker pair of socks helped with the ankle issue.
Yee-ha! Ride 'em, cowgrl!

Her-icane Joy

2011-08-27T11:57:00.000-05:00

Her-icane Joy

HER-ICANE WARNING

Not to minimize the seriousness of Hurricane Irene, however...

Last night as Handyman and I sat on the couch, watching our favorite TV channel--The Weather Channel, I inquired,

"I wonder if they will ever have a 'Hurricane Joy'"?

I received no reply, just a soft snore.

Just another exciting night in the hood.

A few years ago, when Hurricane Rita made her presence known, my friend Rita's husband said he was glad someone else was now aware of her wrath... (I think they are still married...)

I began to imagine the potential wrath and devastating destruction of Her-icane Joy:

A Her-icane warning has been issued for the United States. Her-icane Joy has been spotted in the Midwest, moving at speeds up to .5 mph. Mild, soft breezes are to be expected, resulting in a drift of leaves to the ground, a slight movement of flags, and a strand of hair may move out of place. Please be advised to take any necessary precautions and preparations.

As Joy's strength increases, she will cause barely a ripple along the rivers, streams, beaches and backyard pools. Emergency kits should include: shade from the sun, flip flops or bunny slippers, and low tables located conveniently close to comfortable lounge chairs. Adequate supplies of coffee, iced tea, and snicky-snacks are strongly recommended. Expect conditions to last for as long as you are willing to put up with her.

If Joy was a her-icane, there would be no panic, no boarding of windows, no emptying of grocery store shelves.
It would be a piece of cake. A walk in the park. Easy as pie.
No problem.

Muscle Man...err...Handyman is cleaning up his garden

2011-08-22T13:57:00.000-05:00

I noticed the other day that his biceps are getting huge... love it.

Uh... where was I? Oh yes... Handyman is cleaning up his garden.

And I helped!

He lives to, loves to garden. Plans it all out in the spring; selection, placement, what worked or didn't work last year, what he's going to try this year... decisions, decisions.

And now the summer has flown by... plenty of rain, plenty of heat.

We are reaping what he sowed, and now, a bit of late season clean up. It was a jungle in there!

Now I can venture in without fearing that I'll come across a Cape Cobra!

Help! Help! Where's Geoff Maritz when you need him?

The hollyhocks were a flop--they have something called 'rust' which is in the soil. The flowers produced, but not for long--just ended up being sticks--no leaves! Hoe them out along with the massive amounts of dill plants and errant cosmos, and raspberry bush prunings (that's where I stepped in).

The grapes are ready to pick... we threw Marge Simpson's hairnet over the vines to keep the birds out. I intend to attempt to make some jam or jelly from these. They are very tasty just eaten off the vine.

We've had more cucumbers than we can eat---these go to neighbors and the local assisted living center.

Tomatoes are piling up and I've been making salsa to tuck away in the freezer. When the snow flies...Yum-o.

I've already spoken of my homemade applesauce... on the label I write, "Joy's Apple-SASS"! (wink)

Last night Handyman brought home some apples from FIL's farm. These are off the apple tree that Handyman and I planted at the farm eons ago. Every year I'd look at that spindly tree and and say,

"PRODUCE, YOU SPINDLY THING, PRODUCE!"

Ain't they beauties?

We moved and whadda ya think happens? Yep.

Looks like more SASS is in the making.

Handyman loves cosmos... they're out of control! Just nothing but a bushy, tangled mess! But ya know, I really don't have much say in Handyman's Garden. Just like he doesn't have any say in my flower bed.

I was allowed to try this flower...

I thought it was going to grow to be about 8 feet tall...what happened? Evidently I didn't read the back of the seed package. It's not even up to my knees! So much for towering sunflowers, swaying in the breeze against the bright blue sky...

You win some, you lose some.

Maybe next year?

London Riots & Gun Control

2011-08-19T08:51:00.018-05:00

You know, I love to talk about my "no brain-drain" subjects and keep topics 'lite' and carefree as I am fully aware of the tremendous overload of depressing and violent news in the world today, but sometimes I simply must speak out. I'm seriously concerned about the decline of our economic standard of living in the United States and how our Constitutional rights are being trampled on and taken away, how God is ridiculed and blasphemed, sin is celebrated and flaunted (particularly in the entertainment industry), how we cannot trust the government (haven't for a long time), and the overall direction not only this country is headed (already in serious trouble) but the entire world. I am seriously grieved over the country and world we are leaving our children and grandchildren. Truly, we are in the End Times as the Bible prophesies. God is our only hope.

I've recently come upon this video interview with Malcom Starr, a victim of home invasion in the United Kingdom. The interview addresses the recent riots in London, England, how it is illegal for U.K.citizens to own guns (other than farmers), and the issue of gun control. Take a few moments after viewing this video, and think about the United States. I'm not for gun control. Gun control keeps guns away from law-abiding citizens. Criminals benefit from gun control. As the economic situation in the United States worsens, morals continue to decline, and weather related disasters continue to occur, and IF our guns are taken away, we can expect to be at the mercy of criminals and looters--more so than we are today. (Be sure to turn off 'Playlist' on the left side bar. The video may take a few seconds to load.)

http://home.nra.org/#/home/VideoModule/5003

Oh, BTW, In between working all day, painting on the house, and mowing the yard, Handyman managed to add a short post to his blog yesterday.http://www.lordlunaticliar.blogspot.com/

Who in the World Is Gretta Horton?

2011-08-18T17:14:00.003-05:00

Last year when visiting Sis In Law, we were browsing an antique store and I came upon this painting.

I liked it. I liked the colors, and I thought the artist was talented. And you know me, not a big spender, so I hoped it wouldn't be priced too high. I turned it over and was shocked--seriously--to see it priced at $15.

But I hung it back on the wall. I said to SIL, "I don't need a painting and it wouldn't go with anything in my house." But truthfully, I was rather disturbed over the price. I thought this artist was talented, and if I had painted something this wonderful, and someone had priced it at $15, I would have been insulted.

I must simply rescue it...

but I don't need a painting and besides, it wouldn't go with anything in my house.

We left the store without the painting and I returned home.

And then, I thought about the painting... and thought.

I called SIL and asked her to go back to the store and if the painting was still there, would she get it for me? I'd pick it up next time I visited. If it wasn't there, then I saved $15.

It was there.

I picked it up the next time I visited.

It goes with nothing in my house.

But I rescued it.

click on for a closer look--the photo does not do it justice...
23 1/2" X 19 1/2"

But who is Gretta Horton?

She thought enough of her talent to have this professionally framed.

And she wrote her name, address and phone number on the back.

I did a White Pages search, and found the name. Ben Horton was a doctor; Gretta was proud enough of being a doctor's wife, as she refers to herself as 'Mrs. Ben Horton'.

Ben F. Horton died in 1987 at the age of 91, and Gretta died in 1998, also at the age of 91.

I'd love to find a relative. I wonder if they knew of Gretta's painting talent and wondered whatever happened to this painting.

I'm just glad I rescued it. It was the right thing to do.

"You Might Be a Redneck If..."

2011-08-17T17:02:00.003-05:00

...you duct tape a paint bucket to yer hand.

Seriously, I thought it was a genius idea. Obviously, so did Handyman since he is the one who came up with the idea.

Better than getting Hand Cramp trying to hold onto the (ice cream) bucket and possibly dropping it.

Check out those thirfty, snazzy, $ savin' jean patches!
Courtesy of Miss Joy.

Painting. Again. Continuously, it seems.

This house painting started about 3 years ago (or more?) I have to admit, Handyman has done 95% of it, with me doing the front porch and detail work (with an artist's paintbrush... who you calling a perfectionist??).

This is the south side, the last side. He scrapes, caulks cracks, replaces rotten wood, primes, and paints. He has also removed storm windows, cleaned them, and re-caulked around the the interior window glass. I yelled up to him one day..."Handyman, I like your style!" He does an EXCELLENT job.

I'm always in charge of bringing a plastic pitcher of iced tea.

But, wow, my arm is hurting just looking at this. And he does this after coming home from work!

Folks, we are talkin' WEARY here...

WEARY of Workin' On a House!

Truly, I feel his pain.

But, what's one to dew?? You can't let your house go to the dogs! Repairs and upkeep must simply be done.

I wonder, is it a blessing or a curse to be a Handyman?

We sometimes talk about how we could possibly do less and care less, but we simply can't. We LIKE for our place to look as good as it can. It's just that we could keel over working on this place, and there would still be things to do as prayers were being said over our caskets!

"Dear Lord, thank You for Your children, Handyman & Joy who keeled over with a paint brush in one hand and grass trimmers in the other. Let us learn from them oh Lord, that we need to leave some work for the next generation. Amen."

Built in 1930

This was the first side we started on--last century, I believe. Sadly enough, it now needs a second coat. (I painted the shutters and the window boxes). We have done so much work on this place.

We are very tired.

No rest for the weary.

Rural Country Livin': We are at the Rodeo

2011-08-16T11:03:00.002-05:00

Ain't nothin' like the beauty of a horse... love that velvety skin around their nostrils, love to see them run, even love the smell of their skin. That feeling of freedom a horse possesses... a wild, free animal, racing on the wind.

Rodeo Time

I needed to know this...

NOT a concession stand item.

We'd better make a quick pit stop before the show...

I'll use this one...

Uh... I think I'll pass on the bucket...

The near-full moon lit up the night... ahhh, so romantic...

Now for the full 'flavor' of the rodeo, several videos for you. I didn't splice them, 'cause the last time I tried that--disaster reigned.

Yee-ha! Get along little doggies!

(first pause the music on the left side)

And now, for the 8 second ride!

During one of these, I got a lil' bit o' mud splattered on me... it was GREAT!

Love the atmosphere and the lifestyle of ranchin' and ridin'... a local way of livin' around these here parts... more fresh air than a person ought be allowed, bone-weary physical work, and connection to reality in an often brutal, brunt way.

A down-to-earth, honest link to life, in a way that fosters closeness to family and the animals you care for.

Thanks for joining us, we hope you enjoyed the ride!

Cowboy Up at the County Fair

2011-08-15T16:10:00.003-05:00

Now, them's some chaps!

Last Friday night we hitched up the team and ambled over the countryside for a late summer evening at the county fair. With Handyman paying for everything, I felt like I was on a date! Oh, wait, guess that's what our marriage is, a long ol' date with Handyman paying for everything... ;)

(Disclaimer: I do help out.)

It's haying time in these parts, and 'Big Rounds' can be seen stretched over the fields for miles.

The county fair is an annual event, of course, with that Midwestern, small town atmosphere where youngster's 4-H exhibits rule the day and ag companies bust their buttons by featuring the latest and best in farm equipment. Rodeos are a big part of these events, drawing cowboys and cowgirls locally and from surrounding states.

Well, a fine howdy-do and welcome to the fairgrounds!

We strolled through the display areas to see the prize-winning critters...

This was the largest chicken I have ever seen... more like a small car!

Hey! This guy can't be in the poultry competition! I'm calling fowl play!

Chain saw sculpture

I was saying, "HELP!", "HELP!" to this peacock, but he wasn't buying it... (for those of you who have not heard a peacock's cry, it sounds like, "Help!")

Beautiful handmade quilts... and one designed just for me!

This was a fun, bright design.

On to the bovine shed...

I stopped and visited with Miss Bessie, and upon asking for her permission to snap a pic, she kindly obliged, but not before asking that I be sure to show her best side.

You're lookin' good, darlin'.

Hey! Who's this handsome dude hanging out by the fancy-schmancy farm equipment?

It's Handyman!

Fancy meetin' you here!

Blue is his color...

Wait! What's he doin'? At the concession stand already?

We just got here! My stomach's not even rumblin' yet!

Well, we can't let him go hungry, guess he was feelin' a tad thin...

Looks might tasty to me... now I wish I had some too!

Love that outdoor grill fragrance of hamburgers, fries, and hot dogs along with the sights and sounds of the fair!

And speakin' of LOVE... well, this guy knows which side his bread is buttered on...

But on closer inspection, it read: "I LOVE it when MY WIFE lets me go hunting."

Still, a right-smart move.

Here's a future cowgirl a-grabbin' some vittles before she heads on over to the corrals for the rodeo...

Ain't she just the CUTEST thang?

That's where Handyman and I are headed... see ya next time at the O.K. Corral!

Up Next: A sod-bustin' time at the rodeo

Cowboy Up

2011-08-13T12:56:00.002-05:00

Now, them's some chaps!

Howdy!
Coming up first part of next week, our visit to the county fair and rodeo!

Y'all come back now, hear?

Just a few moments from my day

2011-08-11T20:06:00.003-05:00

What I see from my kitchen in the morning. Excellent location for that wake-up jolt. Sometimes Handyman will join me out here before he heads off to the mines... ;)

This is where I also stand out here in my jammies and shake the rugs and sheets. Did you know an Italian old wives's tale is that whoever (usually a woman...) steps outside and shakes a tablecloth, they will become pregnant?

No tablecloths for me, thank you!

What I see and what keeps you and I in touch out here in Blogland... (upper right corner).

The hummingbirds have been visiting this honeysuckle, in fact, they were there tonight!

When I asked Handyman to put this planter box up underneath this window, I knew that what I envisioned would be a reality! It's under my east facing bedroom window and I knew I would love seeing the flowers from inside.

Do you see them?

Closer now...

Behind the 'veil'...

See? Are they not beautiful? They have barely survived our recent heat.

And now, this evening, I entered the bedroom, and I see this.

The cool, evening breeze billows the sheers over the little chair.

It's almost Princess like. Or Queen like. Or, maybe even like a wedding... dum, dum, da-dum, dum, dum, da-dum... "I now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride..."

>SMACK<

(that's red lipstick.)

And this. Yes. I think I like this.

Her veil, non?

And the chandi...

Always the chandi.

I simply must find some tiny shades.

What a Woman Likes About a Man

2011-08-11T15:34:00.000-05:00

There seems to be a bit of confusion about what attributes a woman likes in a man...

I'm here to clear things up. I'm going to speak for quite a few, I am confident of that, and at the top of the list, I dare say, women like a strong man. No wimps allowed. He doesn't have to necessarily be a physically strong man (we won't turn that down), but he needs to be a man who will step up to the plate when the going gets tough--and at least make an effort to run the bases when life is going smoothly.

Base Running Briefly Defined:

Do what he can to help out around the house. Clean up after himself, carry his dishes to the sink,

Help with heavy things; we don't have your upper body and arm strength. Shovel some snow. Cut the grass. Drag those heavy trash cans to the curb.

If you can, please try to fix things instead of making us deal with broken, leaking, unsafe vehicles, appliances, or homes.

And here's a biggie on my list: Be prepared to kill things for us. Bugs. Mice. Snakes. Or at least, get them out of our sight.

Be faithful. Be dependable. Be honest.

Stepping up to the Plate:

If there is a crisis, be our (human) rock. (Jesus is the rock).

When we stumble and fail, show us we're still worthy.

When life gets scary, show us you'll be there for us.

What do you think should be on the universal list?

Two hundred some odd ways to increase your blog traffic

2011-08-10T21:44:00.001-05:00

Traffic?... Truck?... I know, it's a long shot, but I'm goin' with it.

I came across this article yesterday on how to increase blog traffic, and read through the list with interest. Check it out and see if any of the ideas trip your trigger.

http://www.trafficgenerationcafe.com/blog-traffic/

I liked the list-- some I've done, some I won't do, some I almost despise (like giveaways---sure, I'd like to win something (oh come on, who am I kidding? I'd love to win the item), but I seriously doubt if I will ever do a giveaway--maybe I should?) Some suggestions were funny, some were no brainers, and one suggestion, I totally LOVE and have always wanted to do--give advice. Stay tuned for that one. I'd love to rip into 'Dear Abby' or whatever she calls herself nowdays. With the advice she gives, it ain't helping the world any...

If nothing else, the list made me think, and that's not always a good thing. I came away from the list thinking, "Why do I want to increase my blog traffic? Why is it important to me? Why do I care? Am I afraid that what I write is boring? Well, yes, sometimes I do think that. Maybe I should think that more often. I've written about my grandchildren recently, and I know all grandparent's think their Grands are the best and that seemingly everyone in the world would love to hear about their every move, the cute or smart things they say, but I know enough people that don't have grandchildren, that they'd just as soon have a root canal before reading about something we Grand P's think has to be shouted out to the world. I know when I've come upon photos on a blog of someone's grand kids, sure, I can relate, and it is cute, and they are precious, and I do like seeing them, but I've seen overload on some blogs--photo after photo (usually large) with no words. Oh well, it's our blogs and we can do what we want!

Another suggestion was to pretty much dis someone else's blog, although they put it more tactfully by saying you could explain why a certain blogger has 'poor content'. Yikes. If nothing else, I don't like to nor want to be mean or hateful to anyone. I wouldn't like someone to be mean to me. What I keep coming back to is, it's not a contest. We're free to blog about what we want... although, I can't help but say that I've seen blogs where the author throws up a few photos, and they'll have a comment list a mile long, with commenter's oohing and ahhing over something totally insignificant. I'm like... whaaa?? ( Then I tried it--no luck--ha!).

Take a look at the list. It's sure to inspire, provoke, and perhaps even cause you to laugh. You'll come away with some insight, and if nothing else, a few tips on do's and don'ts... and it looks like you can break those rules too. Have at it.

Heaven Has Another Kitty

2011-08-09T10:11:00.001-05:00

Sis in Law (of Brother's Farm) informed me yesterday that Peaches has been missing for a week, and they fear she has been taken by a coyote. I thought it honorable and fitting to write a tribute to Peaches as she was such a special kitty. If I remember correctly, Peaches adopted another mother cat's kittens when that cat suddenly died. Peaches was always so loving, affectionate, and even polite. She never forced herself on anyone, just suddenly appearing running from the barn and presenting herself with a sweet, soft 'meow'. She had lovely, long, silky fur and the prettiest little face. Truly, she was a perfect kitty and will be missed.

I asked Sis in Law if she would like to share her story of how Peaches came to live on the farm. In her own words, the touching story of Peach's life...

Peaches as a kitten

"I was really low on kitties (having kitties on the place is a must!) I went to the Humane Society to tell them that they should let me know when a long haired BLACK kitty came in. I have never liked yellow kitties. They didn't have any black ones but said I should look at the ones they had. Little Peaches was absolutely adorable!!! Sweet round little face and long, fuzzy fur. I couldn't resist. I can still remember her sitting on my lap on the way home, just looking up at me ( I know she was thankful that I rescued her). My husband liked her right away because he has always liked yellow cats."

"As she grew up, the litters started coming and Peaches was a fantastic Mama. I looked out my kitchen window one day and couldn't figure out what was walking across our little pasture area. I got the binoculars out and it was Mama Peaches, dragging a full size rabbit to the barn for her kitties. It was such a struggle, she could hardly walk for the weight of it. I can't imagine how she got it through the kitty door and in to her babies who were tucked away in the straw bales. When I checked on them, all that was left was a little bit of rabbit fur and some VERY fat tummies on the kittens! Her kitties were taken to Chicago to live with my youngest daughter, and one went to my daughter's friend in Massachusetts. My other daughter has two at her home, and a friend has one in a town nearby. It was always hard to find somebody that I trusted to take them and take good care of them."

"The time she was bit by a rattle snake, we knew she was going to die. Her head swelled twice it's normal size and my husband and I put a bowl of water and food beside her even though we didn't think she would live. We told her 'goodbye' and what a good kitty she had been and went in to pet her often. We couldn't believe it when she actually survived!"

"It's always sad when one of our 'special' animals dies....you would think I would be used to this by now. I'm just thankful that I get to take care of God's precious little creations and make their life content for as long as they live on our little corner of the earth!"

and Brother from Brother's Farm adds...

"How ironic that on the night before Peaches disappeared, I held her near
the barn and told her she was the BEST kitty we'd ever had. She was so
loving and always ready to curl up on my lap. She was the ONLY kitty that

was allowed to use my rocker/recliner.

We would share the chair or I'd let her have it and I'd sit in the floor and
stroke her very fine, long, yellow hair. This cat had the most wonderful
disposition...she can't be replaced, but we'll give the Humane Society
another try."

Peaches in a pensive mood.

Goodbye Peachy, rest easy in God's special place for special kittys.

Peaches' 'World View'