“Dust is eternal, so you might as well be creative with it. I look upon it as an old friend.” – Erma Bombeck
The third afghan problem has been resolved. My daughter, Circe, took it and will carry it with her the next time she goes to San Francisco to visit her son and his family. Their son, Ozzie, is only two years old, but Circe will give him the afghan. He is getting bigger all the time and sleeps in a real bed, so the afghan will help keep him warm in the San Francisco weather. I remember that it was very cold on my first visit there in August on my honeymoon.
I’m happy to have homes for all the afghans I have made including the three that were stored in my studio. Now, on to finishing the disposal project for the rest of the stuff I no longer want, or need, all over my house.
On an old woman’s shirt was written, “I am not 80 years old. I am sweet 16 with 64 years experience.” That’s attitude. – unknown
“Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes
Recently I needed to share my Christmas traditions with a group of friends and it brought back old memories.
When I was a little girl it was the late 1930’s. My father was a chef who didn’t have a secure job. My mother didn’t work. Obviously we didn’t have much money. My father would wait until Christmas Eve to go out to buy a tree. He knew that he could get one cheaply since the seller would be anxious to close up and go home. By the time he got home my brother and I would be sound asleep. My parents put up the tree, decorated it and put our few presents under it. Then they would come in and wake us up by yelling, “Kids, get up! Santa’s here!” Of course, we couldn’t get up fast enough to see Santa, but low and behold there was a beautiful decorated tree in our living room with presents under it. We were so excited. We could only open one. We had to wait for the others in the morning.
My father did this for a reason. He wanted us to have a good time, and best of all, he didn’t want to be awakened at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning.
My father also had other family Christmas traditions to pass on to us such as egg nog at night and raw oysters for breakfast the next morning. The egg nog was great, not so much the oysters.
As the years passed my brother and I grew up, married, and I had a family of my own. My husband liked the Christmas Eve activity and so we continued to celebrate it with our children. To this day my family gathers on Christmas Eve and has dinner, then we open our presents. This allows everyone to have a quiet Christmas Day and to do whatever pleases them.
We have egg nog, but no oysters.
The older we get, the more we can’t believe how old we are. – unknown
Throughout all my years of growing up and growing old I have had a cat, sometimes two. Except now. For the last 15 years I have not had a cat for a pet. The last one died of old age about that long ago. I did not acquire a new one and I don’t know why I didn’t.
But then I moved into a mobile home. And somehow didn’t think about getting a new cat. So I don’t have a cat now and I can’t think about getting one. My home is small. I would have to find a place for a litter box and if the cat happened to get outside it would be very difficult to find it. Then driving to a vet when needed with a cat in the car is not something I want to do. Been there, done that.
So I don’t have a cat. But I miss having that little soft, furry companion. I miss the purring and the rubbing against my leg for attention.
Then I saw this advertisement for a black T shirt with a silvery white cat on it and I fell in love. I want that T shirt. However, I have a closet full of T shirts and should not even consider buying more. I think maybe wearing the T shirt would almost be the same as having a real cat without all the disadvantages. And I dream.
The perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care. – Unknown
The perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care. – unknown
Recently my friend Betty gave me a shoe box filled with little bottles of beads and assorted broken jewelry items she no longer wanted. I was delighted to get them. I have been given old jewelry from other ladies in the past, but usually just one or two pieces. This was a treasure box.
I took out all the items I couldn’t use to give away and sorted the beads that were left. Several were pearls of all sizes, but there were a few beads that were in colors or shapes I had never seen. I was inspired by the variety.
By adding some beads from my stock I was able to create 8 new necklaces! I will be putting those up for sale as soon as my daughter can take pictures.
While doing this I had a thought. Surely there are a number of ladies out there with broken jewelry or old items they no longer want. Even I have a few like that. Why not give those gorgeous old pieces a new home? Therefore, I am offering to take them off your hands. You can send them to me. I will pay the postage for any items in the US. I am not able to pay the postage for International shipping. But if you can afford it I would still like to have them.
Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org and let me know what you have, where you live and how much the postage will be. We can make a deal and you will get rid of some things you have been hanging onto for no reason, just hoping they will get fixed somehow. I will treasure them and give them new life. Thanks.