Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Vintage Satin Calgary Pillow Cover-$19.99
Her I am, once again, feeling I need to clear out my cabinets and closets. As I no longer have any use for many of the items I once used for décor, I want it to go to someone who will love it and use it for their own home. Or possibly as a gift for a friend who they know will enjoy it.
I am posting the goods on a local sales site, but wanted to add a little more details for the buyers on my blog. Although you will not be purchasing any of my vintage bric-a-brac I hope you might enjoy the photos. I will warn you this is a long post!
Pyrex Delphite Blue Piecrust Teacups and Saucers(Set of 4)-$50.00
1953 Bing Crosby Ice Cream Box-$9.99
Plastic Appliance Cover-$9.00
Vintage Bromwell Flour Sifter-$15.00
Dutchmen Dairy Bottle-$9.99
Vintage Brown Milk Bottle-$13.99
Japanese Majolica Biscuit/Cookie Jar-$12.99
2 1940's Vintage Milk Glass Spice Bottles-$9.99
Vintage Shirley Temple Purse Mirror-$15.00
Antique Soovain Aspirin Tin-$15.00
Antique Marie Antoinette Dresser Mirror-$19.99
Cute Vintage Scrap Book (never used)-$12.99
One side tattered a bit
Dear Buyer, I hope this gives you a better idea of the
condition of the goods for sale. I have researched both e-bay and etsy for pricing and consider my prices fair.
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Forty two years ago on a hot Midwest day I was blessed with the birth of my first child, Jefferson.
Jefferson lives in Alberta now. We don't get to see him and his family as often as we would like. We are praying they will get moved to Ontario real soon!
He sure still has those amazing blue eyes, doesn't he?
Happy Birthday, Jefferson.
Wednesday, 11 May 2016
I started this week thinking I would finally complete the bag order I have for the Yukon. I had the machine embroidery patterns selected, the new thread arrived last week, and I had already cut out all of the bags.
But what happens? The thread keeps breaking on my machine. A simple pattern that shouldn't have taken me even an hour, takes several hours to complete because I am constantly having to rethread my machine. Grrr
Since I'm no dummy, I decide to look to my machine manual for help.
It suggest five different reasons my machine is breaking the thread. I try all of the remedies-no luck! I finally come to realise that this is a job that's bigger than me.
I go on line, find the nearest embroidery machine repair shop (which isn't near at all) and call. No one answers. I leave a message. No one calls me back.
This morning I call again and a very pleasant man answers the phone. I explain the situation to him and tell him I want to ship my machine to him for repair.
He knows and I know that it is going to cost me $50. to ship my machine one way to him. So he says to me, "Let's see if we can fix this over the phone".
I have to tell you this was not something that encouraged me. I had already tried everything the manual had suggested. It seemed like a waste of time to me, but I didn't want to be rude to the fellow. He was being so nice......
When it was all said and done we realised that I had some abrasion on my metal bobbin holder. I removed the protective plate coverings, stripped the fine, back side of my emery board and set to gently filing the inner metal bobbin surface.
I have to admit I wasn't putting much faith in this causing my thread to break, but I was under the tutelage of the expert so I did what I was told! I filed until I thought it looked smooth, put all of the parts back in place, then tried the machine.
I am so grateful and relieved. I was telling Tim that I wish that there were some way I could pay this patient and kind man back for all of his help.
He came up with the perfect gift, I think.
A Timmy's card, of course!
I think he'll like it.
Tuesday, 10 May 2016
Do you remember the yellow dresser that I showed you last week? I told you how much I would like to transform my old nondescript dresser into something beautiful. This is what I ended up with.
The colour is not exact. Mine look like a lemony yellow. I haven't waxed my dresser yet, which I think might help to tone down the colour a bit.
What do you think? Is it better yellow than brown?
Well, I'm happy with it.
My husband couldn't understand why I would paint the dresser than turn around and scrap paint off of the dresser. I told him he's obviously not kept up on the latest décor styles. He admitted he has not. This dresser is my version of shabby chic, I told him. It was clearly obvious by his expression he had never heard of shabby chic. Can you believe that?
At that point I just gave up!
Sunday, 8 May 2016
This Mother's Day marks the third Mother's Day that I have been without my dear mother. Like so many of you who have lost your mothers it has become a day of reflection on all the wonderful times spent together, a day of fresh sorrow for our loss, and a day of gratefulness for having been gifted with a kind and loving mother.
My mother started her life as most of us born in the 50's did, in a family unit, with both a Father and a Mother. But at the age of nine her mother left. I never quite understood the reason why....There were these hazy words about my grandfather being a womaniser, but never any solid truths about why she left.
At the age of nine my mother became the 'woman of the house'. She had to watch over her little brother who was four years her junior, clean the house and do the cooking. This is something that is unfathomable to me still.
Mom married at the age of fifteen. Hard to imagine. However, if you had been keeping house and bearing the responsibilities she had since you were age nine it puts this event in a better perspective.
My Mom was such a hard worker. She had her first child at the age of seventeen and her last, me, at the age of thirty two. There were seven of us altogether!
We lived in a small three bedroom home. And let me tell you that house was spotless. Mom was a sterling example of a homemaker to me. She was an excellent cook, spotless housekeeper, and laundress. The one skill she never did embrace was sewing. She would hand repair our clothing, but admitted she had no desire to ever learn how to use a sewing machine.
I remember as a teenager when she went to a knitting class with her sister to take up knitting. Everyone told her it was such a relaxing pastime. She told me it made her a nervous wreck! She never again attempted any other hand crafts in her lifetime.
When I was thirteen my parents built a new home. This is a photo of Mom at the open house celebration. At this time there was only myself and my brother living at home. Mom was working a full time job by then. As a family we had our routine; work, school, weekends together, and church on Sundays. With five older siblings, who now had children of their own, our weekend were always full
with nieces and nephew running about or staying overnight. Exactly opposite to what my life is like with all of my children living so far away now.
Mom was a strict mother with very high morals. Yet she was also warm and affectionate, a real hugger. She was fair. Although as a teenager I didn't think so, I realise now that she was.
Mom wasn't perfect. She had very firm opinions about how life should be and was more than ready to tell you so. As she aged, though, she became less outspoken.
I could go on and on about how wonderful I think my mom was. I know that I was very blessed and I thank God on this day for giving me such a special Mother.