Make Your Day

I have seen this cat headband a thousand times because it is in my list of favorites. Not because I ever intend on buying it because I no longer have a cat. (She recently passed away after 19 years of being a loving companion to our family.) But I keep it in my favorites so I won't forget about it. Because it makes me happy. I've thought about buying it for my little poodle, but I don't think Charley Brown would be too happy with the headband - pink is really not his color.

Anyway, every time I cruise through my list of favorites and come across this, I laugh hysterically like it was the first time I'd ever seen it. To me, it is the most awesomely cute thing! It was made by eenodol and if you don't do anything else today, go to her shop and look at all the fun stuff! I promise, it will make your day!

I'm Out of Words

I'm out of words today. Hopefully, my supply will arrive soon. Please check back!

(But go visit The Mayberry Sparrow. Corrabelle posted her first blog post! It is about her adorably cute little niece. And also about one of my market bags. Actually, about her niece IN the bag. Go see!!!)

Shelf of Little Treasures

My husband is a dumpster diver (so embarrassing). Well, he doesn't really dumpster dive. But only because we don't have dumpsters. Let's just say he is a "junk connoisseur." Let me give you a few examples:

-Once he saw a pair of shorts in the road. He stopped. He picked them up. They were Nike brand. His size. They are in his drawer. He wears them.

-One day, I was having a yard sale. My husband drove up with a table on the back of his truck. He had picked it up off the side of the road. He put a for sale sign on it. I laughed at him and told him how ridiculous he was (as I was sorting through all my cute little sale items). He sold the table for $50. That was more than I made all day.

-The rug at my front door came from the people up the street. From their trash pile. Glad they don't visit.

-All of my garden "art" is from my husband. Old golf hole markers and other things I'm not certain of.

-The old metal swing. The sign said Free. It was. He took it. I painted it pink. Then it broke. And we couldn't take it back.



-This Thing:
Don't know what it is.
Don't know where he found it.
It is heavy.


-My shelf of little treasures:

When he finds these little goodies, he comes home, treasure in hand...
"Look what I found".
And with a wideeyed grin, he hands it over to me, keeper of the things.
And he is so happy and so proud and so excited to give me the new gift.
And I keep all the treasures on this shelf.

Except the best treasure of all....

him.

A New Trick I Learned

Okay, so you came here looking for something about sewing, or something about Etsy, or pretty pictures, pretty words... instead, you get a picture of my gross, dirty, filthy, nasty oven... but hey, stick around and I'll let you in on something I learned.

Here's what happened. Three days ago when I was on that cleaning spree, remember? Well, I sprayed the oven with oven cleaner intending to give it the regular 5-year cleaning treatment. But I got sidetracked (yes unusual for me huh?), and never got the oven cleaner wiped out. And since that time, three days ago, everytime someone asks,
"What's for breakfast?"
"What's for lunch?"
"What's for dinner?"
I answer, "Well, I can't cook right now because there is oven cleaner in the oven."
Let me say it again. This has been going on for three days.
We had Chinese one night. We had Mexican one night. My husband cooked on the grill one night.
Hmmm... how long do you think I can leave that oven cleaner in there?

Anyway, I kept thinking someone was going to ask just how long it takes this oven cleaner to do its thing, but no. No one has asked. And I finally figured out why.

Because no one is hearing my answer. I may as well be Charlie Brown's teacher standing there saying "WaWaaaaWaWa", because they don't care about ovens, much less oven cleaner. All they really want to know is "What's for dinner?"

So the trick I learned is this. If you don't want to cook, just say there's an alien in your oven and you can't open the door because it might get out. Nobody will mind. They'll just say, "Okay, so what's for dinner?"

She Knits.

Amy featured one of my pillow covers in a treasury today! That is how I discovered her shop. She has some wonderful little daily luxuries... just look at these... can't you imagine putting that soft cotton facecloth up to your face in the early morning?? I'm going to have to buy a set! But that isn't all...

Look at this adorable child's sweater. I wish it was an adult size! Love it!!! Thank you, Amy. She Knits.

When Amy isn't knitting, she's blogging! Go tell her hello!

UPDATE: You can't have the washcloths... I bought them!!! But I bet Amy will have more soon!

Second Time Around

Okay, here is the second attempt at creating The Bag... hmmm... getting a little closer to that image... but still not there. But I do like this design and will be making more of these. If I don't get sidetracked. But I will. Of course. Right now I'm thinking on how to make a throw to go along with my pillow covers... purses, pillow covers, market bags... i just can't make up my mind, can I?

The Flop

You know that bag image in my head (see "Heaven Sent" below)? Well, here it is....



But here it is not... that is, it is not at all the bag the brain created. Somehow the hands didn't get it right (sorry, hands)... This bag looks nothing like the one I imagined! I'm disappointed about that, but I do like some things about this design, and am going to rework it. But, I also have in the works another attempt at The Bag. I'm not giving up until I get it right!

Funny. I named the photos of this bag, "flop" (as in floppy). But to me, in trying to duplicate the image in my head. It is a flop.