Bon Apetit

I watched Julie and Julia last week (yes, I'm about a year and a half behind in the world of cinema). Ever since, this is what the inside of my brain looks like...

1950 Roadmaster Estate Wagon. I could SO pull this off.

Again, with the stripes, I know. Skirts by Anne M Cramer... if you are wearing socks, prepare to have them knocked off.

While I'm not quite inspired to "master the art of French cooking" I am fully inclined to outfit my entire kitchen with robins egg blue, vintage green, anything enamel, and anything French, This lovely little ditty is available from VintageJunkyStyle on Etsy.

Of course. Check out this handy tip for softening butter in a jiff. Maybe if I weren't so busy imagining myself driving around in my woody wagon while wearing my striped skirt, I would remember to take the butter out ahead of time.



Ask my favorite antique shopping pals what I hate to run into while at our favorite shops, sales, or flea markets, and they'll rattle off this list:

• taxidermy
• fur coats
• old wigs
• teddy bears
• stuffed toys

And last but not least

• dolls, doll parts, doll heads

Basically anything fury, hairy, or with fake eyes will give me a shiver in my neck.
One day I was at my favorite junk joint and I saw this precious little face staring at me and I was struck by the fact that she didn't make me nauseous. Her tag said $1.50 and it was store-wide half price day, so I handed 3 quarters to the lady who rang me up. She looked at me like I was crazy, and she held it with the tips of her thumb and index finger as she put it in my bag.
I don't need to do too much market research to discover that this little doll head is quite and ineffective marketing tool. But this morning she caught the attention of a fellow MN Etsian, Beth from one30oneDesign and look what she did...

And then this listing popped up from one of my favorite vintage shops, The Fancy Lamb...

So THERE. Show some love for the creepy doll head... because she's watching you... (insert neck shiver)

RocketGirl

I just realized that my FIVE year old is already smarter than me.  If we were lines on a graph chart, my line would be a slow and steady incline, and her line would be a rocket to the moon.
She carries around a little backpack full of common sense. I can trust her judgements. I can rest assure that if she does make a poor choice she is prepared to face the consequence. I don't have to be, and I won't ever have to be that mom who gives a slight turn of her head, raises her eyebrows, and looks at her daughter out of the corner of her eye and doubts her daughters decisions.
She's on her own journey. All I will do is help her prepare. I will just keep helping her fill that little backpack, with common sense and experience and maybe some of those fun packets of dehydrated food. It's her job to draw the map. My head will be full of gray hair, and my face wrinkled from worry, but she will make it the moon.

Back in the Saddle

Waking up from the nap that was February and back in the blogging saddle.

Yee to the Haw!

Lucky

Feeling lucky. Feeling loved.
Happy Valentine's Day.

Fab Foto Friday: Girlfriends

Mama's headed out this evening to celebrate with some girlfriends. A collection of crazy-women ranging in age from 29 to 72. The 72 year old is sort of our unofficial fearless leader. When she speaks, we listen. She's raised five daughters, lost one son, and been married to the same man for 40 plus. She's worked in health care, she volunteers, she prays, she drinks Corona, and you can usually find her shopping at a thrift store or garage sale-ing. We ask her how she has survived motherhood, marriage, and life. We ask her how she keeps her spirit so young. She gives us one answer: Girlfriends
Cheers to girlfriends who make your cheeks hurt from smiling, your gut hurt from laughing, your voice hoarse from gabbing. Cheers to girlfriends who recharge your battery and make you proud of who you are.

Get out your horn and toot it.

Exploring the world of self-promotion. Trying to train my brain to be comfortable with saying "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"
Right now my horn sounds like a lame plastic kazoo with a hole in it, so I have lots of work to do. 
OOPS! Almost forgot: http://www.facebook.com/sweetbabydolly
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