Baby Pop.
Zelda and Vita (posing up above in pre-party attire) went into a full tilt tizzy at the mention of the Fanciful Twist Mad Tea Party http://afancifultwist.typepad.com/ to take place this Sat.
They have both gone a bit batty in their preparations. There is lace strewn all over this house. Sheesh, what a mess.
One of them knocked over a tin box of vintage baubles in my craft room and apparently was much to excited to be bothered to pick it up. When I inquired as to who, pray tell, the guilty party might be, all I got was this look from Vita:
She's cheeky I tell you.
I daresay, is every bit of lace, every button, each and every jewel, color and width of ribbon tossed about? Girls, I'm also excited , but how can one think straight to even begin getting themselves all gussied up?!
We lost two of our dog babies over the last year. Not a day goes by that I don't think of them. Sometimes I can talk about them without shedding a tear. Most times I can't.
About a week after we had to say goodbye to Casper, I stood in horror as I watched a precious little brown dog get run over and killed by a car. This happened as kids were walking to school. One little boy in particular refused to leave the dogs side. A kind stranger who worked for the nearby dog pound pulled over and carried his lifeless body away. For days afterward the little boy would holler across the street "How's the puppy?" The first few times I hollered "I'm not sure but I think he's okay!" After about day 5 I told the child flat out that the pup was doing great.
That brings me to Etsy for Animals http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=524180 An Etsy street team dedicated to raising money and awareness about our less fortunate animal friends.
So in honor of my sweethearts Casper and Marley, the little nameless dog who died on the street and all the gentle souls that are lost, wandering and in need of a whole bunch of love, I dedicate this post.
I stopped at a few yard sales.
The a/c in my car is on the verge of going kaputsky. Sometimes it comes on. More often it does not. At 110 degrees the only thing that makes it bearable is the reggae music I blast instead of the a/c.
The last couple of weekends I've left the house early, with a few dollars in my pocket that I shouldn't be spending any which way. This is after I take my baby pom Abby for a strut around the block in her baby stroller. Beneath her little doggy bottom, I tuck a frozen ice cube pad to keep her cool.
I try to hit all the yards sales in a circular motion and run as many errands as possible along the way. Try as I might, I can't help from the thinking "My gas, my gas." Every yard sale that sucks now seems to cost extra in wasted gas.
But then, just as you're about to call it a day you stumble upon a few little somethings that make it all worthwhile. Like the old little couple in the gaudy gold frame. I felt sorry for them so they came home with me for a quarter. I feel kinda bad for referring to their frame as gaudy but I guess it's okay considering that I happen to be quite fond of gaudy things.
A few pretty baubles. Can't have too many of those. What I really got bent out of shape over was that beautiful odd shaped blue velvet box.
Hmmm. I'm guessing that it was made to hold a bejeweled stickpin perhaps? Too bad that there is no mention of a jewelers name in gold anywhere. I shant complain though. I'm just glad to call it mine.
I'm soo glad that I learned about this the other day. I have several different projects going on at the moment. Between them and my bothersome hands, I've been a neglectful blogger of late. To think that I might have missed learning about this if I had not received a cheery hello from Stacey of Flotsam and Jetsam http://www.tinselandtreasure.blogspot.com/
If you are not familiar with the wonderful world of Vanessa Valencia you are really in for a treat. Just click on the matching Mat Tea Party button on your left, to enter her incredible fanciful world.
Now off to race around to few yard sales on the way to the post office!
Of course this was only something I told myself to justify walking off with it. The good thing is that it really was just a couple of dollars.
The bad thing is that if you look closely at the next picture, you'll notice that the original beveled mirror is long gone. Which just serves to remind me of the good thing. I doubt that it would cost very much to have a small mirror cut to size.
Such cupidy Art Nouveau-ness. I'm madly in love with it already.
Doh! At first I was so mad I think my hair stood up. Especially because I spread them all over a pile of silver glass glitter I had been too lazy to pick up. My fault entirely. Well at least you didn't get everything all over the floor you say. Of course I did. Days later I can still see a few pearls off in a corner on the floor. I'm leaving them there to punish them.
But then after a few moments, crazy blogger that I am now, I suddenly realized that Hey, it all kinda looks pretty. I grabbed hold of my camera and dared to take a few shots. "Dared" I say because I hate my HP camera and from the looks of it, I think that he hates me. I just know that it's a "he. My brother likes to repeatedly point out that HP cameras suck and that they don't even make them any longer. That's a kid brother for you. He can gloat all right, shiny little Canon in his bratty little hand.
Blogging changes you after awhile. You find yourself looking at the world with renewed eyes. You start to see beauty and you start seeking it in places you would have once walked on by.
For this I am eternally grateful. Thank you blog.
Size 4 1/2! Can you believe it? I've had these shoes for years even though I wear a size 7 1/2. Being such vintage clothing fanatic, it is pure torture to have discovered this pair of shoes. Although "new" these would be just perfect with an Edwardian or flapper style outfit. I finally decided to put them up in my Etsy shop: http://www.wanderlustnpixiedust.etsy.com If no one with princess sized feet snatches the up they will go back to being display pieces. Torture I tell ya.