The holidays are over.
I've been making hats - beanies - or as we called them, stocking caps.
The new thing is a pattern for a messy bun hat with a hole for the bun or pony tail.
One reason I haven't been posting is that our son helped me change some things on the computer and I couldn't find my blogspot page to compose a blog. Some days are so challenging.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Yesterday I felt ANOTHER cold coming on. Dang. Third one since the week before Thanksgiving.
Feeling a little "down," I mopped the kitchen, did a few other cleaning things and sat down to realize how good life really is.
This morning I realized that twenty-six years ago, Gigi B. and I were in the lovely state of Louisiana. Our first grandchild on both sides of the family tree was due to arrive. We flew there together. (It's so good to be on friendly terms with your son's in-laws!) We had a good time and later in the evening, Miss E. decided it was time to head to the hospital. Driving on unknown roads, in the dark - but heck, I've been driving since I was fourteen, right? Well, I didn't see a curb that some engineer place right in the middle of four lanes and we went soaring over that but no harm unless it was to the station wagon's alignment.
Our first granddaughter arrived after midnight on the fourteenth of December, looking suspiciously like her dad did thirty-one years before! About her dad, he was over in Desert Storm and following events by telephone - no texting then (that I was aware of.) And the first thing our son said to me on the phone: "I hear you tried to wreck my Jeep."
Friday, December 2, 2016
Yesterday I had a quick trip to the clinic to see my doctor about the second cold coming on since the week before Thanksgiving. Not many folks were in the waiting room. While Lee read a magazine, I observed the other people waiting.
I really do not stare! That would be rude but I did glance around a lot. The woman who was the most interesting was sitting sideways off to our right and facing away from us. Therefore she didn't see my very coy "glances."
She had a large quilted bag - almost too large to be a purse but I noticed she was searching in it for something deep inside. At last she found her hand/body lotion and applied it liberally to her bare arms. It was a chilly day but she had removed her jacket.
That lotion was powerful in the smelling department.
Next she found a mirror and some tweezers and was actually pulling hairs from her middle aged moustache. (Ladies, you all know what I mean if you are of a certain age.) About this time, we were called in for my appointment.
Now I'll never know if she flossed her teeth or cleaned her ears with one of those new rotor rooter things I see on tv.
Monday, November 28, 2016
These are two candy dishes that belonged to my mom. I wonder if she used them when she had bridge club. Those were lively affairs with two tables, eight ladies and lots of card playing, talking and laughing. When desert was served, there were square linen bridge cloths. The dishes seem pretty small but things were daintier back then. They're are from the 1930's, long before we were involved in a dispute with the country who made beautiful, hand painted things.
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Saturday, November 26, 2016
My mom had an entire set of this beautiful Early American Fostoria. I gave it away to one of her great nieces who had started to collect them for her Hope Chest. (Yes, there used to be something called that.) One of the reasons I gave it to her was because I had no room for all those plates, cups, saucers, serving dishes, cake stand, goblets! I did keep the cream and sugar, a relish dish and one salad plate. They must have been duplicates.
I would never have sold it but I notice now that this stuff is very expensive! I used to have a pamphlet that listed all the pieces and the price of each one. That is no longer available! But I have noticed that the cake stand does sell for $50 in antique shops.
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Here in the boonies of Kansas, we call sodas "pop." About a half century ago (1949 to be exact) I used to crochet with very fine thread. No more. I use yarn and make afghans and hats.
But back to the soda pop lids: I washed this before taking the photos. Maye those are burns instead of dirt - anyway, I tried to pull aside some of the stitches to see what we were drinking back then.
I saw Imitation Strawberry and Orange Soda. Most of them were not loose enough to decipher.
This is a thing I have saved, moved, used and still have. There are many other things we have discarded over the 64 years that I wish we still owned! A stamp collection, a wounded rocking chair, a Japanese sword, a set of Fostoria (but it now has a good home) a piano, a perfume bottle collection, a 1928 Buick coupe with wooden spoke wheels - the list is long.
On second thought, where would I have room for all that stuff?