Crafty Crack

It's true Pinterest  and etsy are my crack.
I can while away the hours.  The stress
dissipates. the inspiration flows, and
while my mind is preoccupied there is
NO pain, none. How's that for medicine?

The same thing happens when we
thrift.   It is the thrill of the hunt.
The only difference is eventually
my pathetic body will succumb to pain.
I am unlikely to give up, not until Mr.
Lee notices I am dragging my right
leg.

Totally worth it.

Mr. Lee says I have enough Pyrex.  Eye candy anyone?

How cute is this lamp?

A dinette for Uncle Joe.

Creepy squirrel, I would have nightmares.

Mushrooms are so 70s and remind me of my mother's kitchen.

That B, really did have everything.

All these things stayed in the shop 

Crafty Like of Feeling

Have you ever felt tired but oh so satisfied? 
That is exactly how I am feeling.

Christine's 1st or 2nd Birthday

Had to share this photo of my niece's birthday
long ago.  She is grown now with children of her own.

I dream about this kitchen and that dinette set. 
Because of this kitchen, I love dingle ball and
lace curtains. 

The dinette was a big oval table. Eight chairs.
Three on the inside wall and three on the outside.
One and each end.

For every day, no one sat on the inside,
where Christine is sitting.

Father on one end and mother on the other.
Joe sat closest to my father, Dulce in the middle,
and me closest to my mother.
Day in Day out.
A sense of contentment, security all seasoned with love.
 
Today, is a crafty day. Road Trip Day.

Seek Portuguese food day.
Celebrate Joe's birthday.

My heart is set on finding thrift bed linens.
I want to make a sheet...hooked rug.
Old 70s sheets.


Word of the Day: Rag Rug