Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Too cute for words teeny-tiny plastic bathroom fixtures and furniture.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
It was ten days filled with busy things. And the end of each day found us pleasantly content and deservedly tired.
Between stalking thrift shops in Bradenton and St. Pete, going to movies, venturing to Orlando, going to the beach, making clothes, cooking dinners, watching some of the most beautiful (and intense) thunderstorms, we wore ourselves out in a good way.
Tuesday found us in Orlando. Not for what you would think though. We went to the Titanic exhibit that is there. It was amazing and haunting and sobering all at the same time. When you arrive, you purchase a ticket for passage. It is a ticket that bears the name of an actual passenger or crew member that set sail on the ship. I was in Third Class, Mrs. Annie Sage from Hackney, England. #2 Son was Harold Bride, 22, the Junior Wireless Officer on the ship. My sister was Ida Strauss, whose husband owned Macy's and my niece was also a Third Class passenger named Amy something. I never did get her full name.
Receiving the name of someone who actually lived, and died, changes the perspective of the tour. You travel through as if you are that person. At the end there is a wall with the name of every passenger on board ship that day. If you lived, your name was solid and easily viewed. If you died, it was hollow and pale. My sister, niece and I all perished. #2 Son lived.
This is the ceiling over the Grand Staircase- in the center is a chandelier that takes your breath away. No expense was spared for that ship. I took more pictures, but the lighting was not very good. This is the best one.
I will have to post my thrifting treasures on another day. I have not yet taken their "glamour shots!" So, I will give you a few pics from the beach instead. This is my family- you could call this picture a "flop." ha ha. They were not cooperating with my attempt to get sweet family photos. At all.
I do not like the beach, so we only went in the evening, with the intent of collecting a few shells, walking the shoreline and dipping our tootsies in the surf. Ah, the best-laid plans..................On the back-stretch, my sister spied a crab scurrying along the ocean bottom. What is the first thing she did? Shouted "Crab!" Then she pointed to it for #2 Son to see. (I should explain - #2 is deaf. He would never have known that the crab was there otherwise.) He immediately got "The Look." Following her finger, he darted into the water, head down, eyes focused on the crab who was now just trying to get the heck out of Dodge. #2's hands plunged into the water in an attempt to capture the poor thing. No amount of signing on my part made any impact. He was determined and that always spells disaster.
Within seconds that look of determination gave way to a look of triumph, followed quickly by pain and agony. He had caught the crab and in turn, the crab had caught him. Right on the little finger. Ouch.
#2 wears his crab bite proudly, showing all who will look the tiny marks left by Mr. Crabby and his Amazing Pincher. He's going to get a lot of mileage from this one.
Thank goodness she didn't shout "Shark!"
This is what we should have been looking at-
I had to throw this one in. This bug-creature, whatever he is, lit upon the hood of the truck at McDonald's one morning. I thought he was so amazing, that I jumped out of the truck, while parked at the window waiting for our breakfast, and snapped his photo. I loved how the landscape reflected all around him, like a mirage in the desert. He left just after his photo shoot. I must have really been bugging him.
Yes, we had a lot of fun, but it's so good to be home.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
My mind has been as dry as the days, unable to absorb anything from that still, arid environment.
Monday, July 9, 2007
So today I looked at it in a different light. Do you remember the colorful little nut cups that graced the tables of every bridal and baby shower up until the 1970's? I do. My grandmother had dozens of them. My mother always had some on hand.
They were the staple of every proper party-giver. Each one held a perfect serving of salty nuts or sugary mints.
I decided to make my own version. With all of the yummy scrapbook papers available these days, I could make any style or color I desired. Armed with a cutter, a glue stick, my "potter", buttons and some vintage glitter, (along with some pretty M Stewart border stickers), I started making them.
So cute! And easy-peasy to make: Just cut 2 strips of equal width of paper, glue them back-to-back, wrap around the "potter" and glue then seam. Press in the bottom, secure it with a push into the base and VOILA! You are done!
Then, decorate to your heart's content. I used vintage netting and baker's twine to hold the candy. Pretty sweet, aren't they?
Now I just need to have a party!
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Daring to brave their way into barely open space, I spy the familiar black and white stripe on the back of their fur coats. Aren't they hot? I would be.
At first it was small things that would go missing. Then they became bolder and started taking things that were more obviously missed. No wonder they have chubby bums!! They are living high on the hog. At my garden's expense. Chip and Dale have moved in, and it is not a good thing.
I know, I know, chipmunks are sweet and funny. The way they scamper across the lawn, with their squat bodies oozing cuteness- who wouldn't love having them entertaining in the garden? Me, that's who.
Do I have strawberries this year? No. Do I have sunflowers growing? No. And "Why?" may you ask? Because of the new tenants that have taken up residence in my yard. Not just in the yard, but under my side deck, where it is nicely shaded, cool and protected. They chose the condominium of the underground.
I discovered this by strategically placing fresh, fat strawberries (store-bought- grrrrr.) along the path leading to the garden. Maybe, just maybe, they would take the bait and try to bring one home with them. It worked.
This is their front door- (Did you notice the roly-poly doorman?)
Oh joy, oh rapture.
The problem is that, while they are systematically destroying any hope of us eating one home grown strawberry this summer, I haven't the heart to do anything about it. I am a wimp.
While the brain says "seek and destroy", the heart cannot bear to see small, innocent creatures hurt or, even worse, brought to an untimely death.
So, we will have to learn to live with our fur-coated, chubby-bummed subterranean neighbors. And strawberries from the farmer's market.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Lorna Doone Spoon Pudding. It is on the box of Lorna Doone's, so I won't write it here.
But, I will tell you that you have to make it with cook-on-the-stove pudding and real whipped cream.
It is just to die for made with the real thing. And not much more
time consuming than with instant pudding and Cool Whip.
Our Fourth of July fruit salad. Made with watermelon, strawberries and blueberries and dressed with a combination of lime juice, honey and balsamic vinegar. Yum. Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue!!
Monday, July 2, 2007
I opened the soap so that you could witness for yourself the lovely pink color. And the scent? Yummy!
Thank you, Susan, from the bottom of my heart. And the middle and the top. xxxooo