books on end

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 A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you and remains a friend.  ~Author Unknown

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 I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.  ~George Robert Gissing

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 "Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are" is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.  ~François Mauriac

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To read a book for the first time is to make an acquaintance with a new friend; to read it for a second time is to meet an old one.  ~Chinese Saying

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Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have lent me.  ~Anatole France

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“Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.”  ― Emilie Buchwald 

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Tell me.  Which is your favorite (book) quote and why?   or, Send me your own..

The Winsome Girl

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I just loved the photo, from here, of the old milk can so much so, that I had to bring it around again.  I tweaked it just a hair and called it my own.  Thanks sis!

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The Winsome Girl ( a selection taken from, Ideals and Moral Lessons for Children)

"The winsome girl has a warm, loving heart.
She feels "smiley" inside, and the smiles just shine out. She does not
think about herself. She does not stand about moping,
waiting to be coaxed into a game. She does not take offense when none was
intended. She does not imagine that other girls are slighting her. She does not
always want to be first. The winsome girl does not hang her head and refuse to
reply when strangers or older people speak to her, but answers as sweetly and
politely as possible.

She may be bashful, and her heart may go thumpety-thump in the
presence of strangers, but she is never rude or surly on that account.
She is brave enough to do hard things, and talking to strangers is a very
hard thing for a naturally bashful girl. The winsome girl never sulks. She
is not the sort that never has opinions, but she does not become angry with
those who differ from her. If she cannot agree with her companions, she does not
compel them to agree with her. The winsome girl is - just winsome, that is all.
Keep your eyes open, and you will find her some time.

Keep sweet, and other folks may find her when they look at you! And that would be best of all.
~Selected

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I share all of  this selection with you, again, as a result of a telling conversation my husband and I had a couple of days ago.   In our conversation, I was saying that one of the things I've struggled with, all of my life, is my naturally quiet voice. (Along with my somewhat quiet disposition albeit my engaging personality.) ;)
My quiet persona, per say, will oft "get me" in trouble... if and when I have to speak up.  It's then that I'll feel like I'm yelling at the top of my lungs just to be heard.  It happens more often than I would like.

Example:  Hypothetically speaking.  If I ever were to be a consultant for any sort of Home Show type of thing... and I lost control of the room?? ... oh boy, Would I ever be able to bring it back to the subject at hand?  without getting rattled...really, that is the question.

That would prove to be interesting. 

Now.  I know this isn't always the case, my quietness. Just ask our neighbors, who hear me "calling" after the kids.  But boy, do I ever hate it when I have to raise my voice...even just a little bit.  I hate it that after a couple of reserved, comfortable, quiet requests... which I like best...in order to keep peace...I cave to the "now I've lost it and must be heard" level of speaking.  Is it me?  or is it others ears??

Which gets me in a quandary.  I feel like I'm falling off the winsome wagon. Perhaps?  Maybe I have fallen off the winsome wagon...a long time ago.  Oh! help me to hang on, I pray.

My friends who know me best - probably will challenge this and think - yeah right, she ain't as quiet, all around, as she thinks she is.  To which I would reply.  I have become like those whom I am around the most.  :)  wink, wink.

However, all joking aside, this has always been a prayer of mine.  A heart's desire for sure, while growing up. To be the Winsome Girl.  Did I mention this?  My Dad would read this piece often our bedtime,during reading stories.  If he would forget - we would beg him to read it again and again.   A fond memory, I have!!

 And, I do realize one can be winsome with out necessarily having that (naturally) quiet voice.  It is the disposition towards winsomeness.. that I most care about.

I pray the same for my own two beautiful daughters... may their spirits' be sweet.  And winsome.

I know they'll learn best by example.

Somewhere, in the middle of it all..

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In the middle of the cleaning...
In this particular Corner of our Home !

...are the
new and
continued, and
lasting,
forever... childhood
memories
made!

Kept.

Back onto the shelf... until another time!

Friday's Finds :: the wooden stool

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It's time again for another feature of Friday's Finds!

Welcome!

If you're fairly new to reading here at Treasured Up and Pondered - you might like to be filled in on an "occasional read" that I like to present, something of what I call...Friday's Finds.

It's where...On Fridays, I like to try and feature "a find" of no particular value or sentiment, no reason or rhyme and yet, exactly for all of those reasons I just mentioned.

Thanks for coming by or just for sticking around.  It's good to have you here, today.

I have a little family-history story to share with you today, if you don't mind?

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:: The Wooden Stool ::

Recently, we inherited this here stool as a "pass-down" in the family. Quite the gift.

It's been told, to me, by my Mother-in-law, that this particular wooden stool was once a baby high chair, used in particular for her father and his two other siblings... back when they were babies/toddlers.

Imagine that!

This means it was my husband's grandfathers chair - which Grandpa is at least 89 years old, by now.  I think he'll turn 90 years of age this November. I'm not 100% sure where "PJ" fell in the family line.   I believe he was the youngest of the family.  I'm going to have to check on that.
But if all three of the children used this same stool as their highchair... then you figure it out.  It's old!

And, as you can tell.  There once had been arms on this chair - that held a tray - and at one point they both have gotten sawed off. 

When I asked about this... it was relayed to me that Scott's (my husband) great-grandmother had done this and that she then used this stool for herself, one because she was only about 4' 11" in height and two, she needed a stool to sit up to the table to make her butter and cottage cheese, as well as count out the chicken eggs before taking them to market, in the mornings, along with milk, to sell.

All it needs a bit of carpenter glue to hold the seat together, as there is a pretty large crack through the center of it. Maybe a touch-up of paint -but then again, I kinda like it like it is.  It adds to it's charm and character.

Other then that, it's quite the sturdy, little stool.

And still quite useful.

Oh!  how fun to have a piece of history in our home. 

A chair used quite a bit by my children's great-grandfather and by their great-great grandmother over the years.

By this photo, you can tell, the stool  is currently being used, in our home, as a piano seat, mostly by Caleb (and Aubrey when she wants to!) as he sits to the piano - for his famous concert piano pieces he so graciously attunes our ears to.

Lovely. 

Really...it is!  And to further encourage his interest - I do my best to applaud and comment on Caleb's creative musical renditions - no matter how soft & pretty or how long and how loud.  He always asks if I like.  Yes!  Yes, I do.

I honestly can't wait for the real music lessons to be in place.  We'll see if his wooden seat of choice and his enthusatic interest in playing the piano are in complete harmony by the time his music classes begin (hopefully!) sometime this fall.

So far, they compliment one another nicely. Perfect size and heighth.  It's the most wonderful little wooden stool.  Don't you think?
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I hope I got all my facts straight...regarding Scott's great-grandmother, Katherine Mae.  If not, I'll be back to edit. ;)

In the meantime. 

Enjoy your weekend! 

Try to stay cool today!  Its blazin' hot and humid around here this afternoon. 

Shew-weee!

Friday's Finds | Toy Bin

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Well, I guess I haven't done a Friday's Finds post in a while... so here I am to show you one of my latest finds. 

Friday's Finds. you ask?

{For those of you who are new to this blog and/or just poppin' in - Hello and Welcome! On Fridays I like to try and feature "a find" of no particular value or sentiment, no reason or rhyme and yet, exactly for all of those reasons I just mentioned.}

A couple of weeks ago now, we were scouring through my aunt and uncles property (My uncle Roy, recently deceased.) - giving my aunt a hand in trying to rid of some excess "treasureable junk" and whatnot. 

There is a lot of history on that piece of property and one of the many treasures that I found that day was this old galvanized metal, two handled bucket/can.  Can you tell I don't know what to call it?

If someone could tell me the "exact" name and purpose of this thing, I would appreciate it.

I would venture to say that the condition of it is... eh...not too bad.  But rusty enough to make me want to do something about it. Safe?  My idea for this thing to become a *new* toy bin prompted me to think outside of the box, just a little.  If I wanted it to be a toy bin - it needed something to cover the majorly bits of rust.

I just so happened to have an empty cardboard diaper box sitting around.  So, I traced around the bottom of the metal bucket and cut it out...laying it in the bottom.

It's the perfect fit for a few toys to keep downstairs, under our TV/buffet cabinet, that sits in our living room.  And the kiddo's do pretty good at keeping the cardboard in place.  They know...now...it's part of the bucket.  Leave it alone.

I'm a sucker for anything galvanized and I love the look that it brings to our living room.  Both vintage and organized.  Well.  For the most part...

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Have yourself a wonderful weekend, my friend.

12th of December | Photo Project

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My collection of vintage ornaments.  Those are hand-crocheted lace snowflakes...but not by me.

More DPP here.

6th of December | Photo Project

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The old antique cupboard.  A memory of my Grandparents... a gift left behind.  Every Christmas, I've hung this particular ornament here for as long as I've had it.

More DPP here.

Simply Saturday | Tea Time

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I almost made her get down - as she is always in this window playing with this china tea set.  Notice one teacup is gone. missing. broken. 

Instead.  I ran for the camera and told her to "do it some more". 

Big step... for me. :)  Arent' you proud of me?

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Joining up with Jenn,today, at A Country Girl's Ramblings... for her Simply Saturday link up.

Friday's Finds | Corner's of my Home - The Master Bedroom

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{Welcome to Friday's Finds! For those of you who are new to this blog and/or just poppin' in - Hello! and welcome. On Friday's I like to try and feature "a find" of no particular value or sentiment, no reason or rhyme and yet, exactly for all of those reasons I just mentioned.}



Totally and completely switching gears from the unexpected "leg-trifying" topic of the week, I thought I would show a few of my favorite quirks finds around our farmhouse - where we live - specifically from out of our master bedroom, today.

This could also go along with "the series" I had done awhile back - Corners of our Home - the Nursery, which is just one example.

When you first step into our bedroom - by the way, this RED CARPET was already here - you get an instant "whoa" escaping from your lips.  It's really red.  And the wallpaper is a pink floral - yeah....

We rent and so "to change it", well, I would love to do so, but I'll be honest it's been growing on me, and it's not like I'm in our bedroom all of the time.  At night, when the lights are low... the mood of the room feels cozy.  ;)

This wall lamp is one of the original pieces in the room and I love it!  It's one of two light fixtures that we have in our room.  That's plenty.  The lights from the master bathroom help a lot too.

I told you the wallpaper was a floral - pink.  The ceilings are also very low (in our bedroom), and for me, that to change clothes - I have to watch out that I don't whack my hands/arms into the ceiling.  The rest of the ceilings in our house (except for the dining room) are completely fine.  Just another funny quirk... 

Oh, and unless your tall like a couple of my siblings- specifically two of my brothers who stand at about 6'7"... no kidding.  Then, you'd think they're fine, too.

The only closet in the room: Here is another favorite find.  When we were looking at the place (before renting) we didn't know about all of these little treasures.  My husband's closet is only about a foot and half deep.  It has the hanger hooks that slant downward and so shirts and pants get hung up against each other - side by side. 

But, here is what I love about it.  I LOVE the vintage wallpaper in the upper half and ceiling of the closet.  It's such a pretty (the picture doesn't do it justice) sage green and grey.   I do smile whenever I'm hanging up my hubby's clothes... and, that's a fact-ish.

This is my favorite little corner of our room.  I love this chair.  I found it at one of our local thrift stores for $35.  and although the seat is a little "soft" and there is one button/pin missing in the back... it reminds me of my Grandmother - who had a chair exactly like this.

I cleaned off the bedside table - for this picture, but I can tell I didn't vacuum in this room lately.  Yikes!

Anyway.  Here is another LOVE of mine.  I found this cabinet/table at another local thrift store for maybe $20.  I can't remember exactly, as it's been awhile.  I think it was an LP/record cabinet and someone else painted over it.  I was REALLY into (and still am) the Shabby Chic look for awhile and this cabinet could not have screamed my name any louder.

I'll be quiet about this ... because it does bring some tension into our marriage. :) Besides, the fact that there is no picture of it, because it is no more.

But, back when I was single and just newly married.  I had used an old interior door for my headboard.  It was a beautiful, antique-white with some shades of pale pink, all chipped up and still had the original latch-lift door handle attached.

I lugged that beautiful piece of art... out of a friend's barn... found some cinder blocks to rest it up on to - against the wall - to serve as my head board.  I felt like Rachel Ashwell, so much... I loved it!   That's all I'm going to say about that.   

This is not the best close-up photo of the quilt on our bed.  And, I realize that this post is getting quite lengthy - in fact, I might just say more about this quilt another time.   There is certainly more to say on this.... ;) wait and see.

I hope you enjoyed another Corner of my Home on this Friday Finds sort of day.  I apologize for it taking me so long to get around to this room of the house. 

Anyway... 

Here's hoping you have a wonderful day and a great weekend ahead.  I'm off to call the doctor's for a follow-up about my leg. 

Friday's Finds: {no. 32/10}

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{Welcome to Friday's Finds! For those of you who are new to this blog and/or just poppin' in - Hello! and welcome. On Friday's I like try to feature "a find" of no particular value or sentiment, no reason or rhyme and yet, exactly for all of those reasons I just mentioned.}


Here is my today's Friday's Finds...

~Black Raspberry Yogurt - Covered Pretzels~

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People, there is nothing like this in all the world! 

IF you love Black Raspberry Ice Cream (like I do!) and you don't mind it several scoops high stacked into either a waffle or a pretzel cone...

then in a pinch....

this is the perfect mini-substitute. 

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And, let me tell you what... If my little ones even remotely find out that I have a secret stash - all up nice in my favorite little antique jar - then my gig is all over. 

  Because... they will not let it rest.  Period.

SHHH!! 

Have a wonderful weekend. 

 I will!... with my secret Black Raspberry Indulgence...boy, am I ever glad I found these things.

Message In a Bottle - Part two

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These little antique bottles remain in my window sill as a daily reminder...of what God showed me one day. Read on... 

 Oh, and... If you're feeling a bit "confused" - you might want to go back and read Part One, to this post - if you would like.

I can remember reading this account in Scripture, several years ago (It's found several places, in the Gospels, but speaking mainly of Matthew 26: 6-13)... along side of a devotional book of sorts and thinking {this young woman} really lived her life with a Reckless Abandon. 

She poured out an exquisitely expensive perfume, from an Alabaster Jar, on Jesus' head?  That is serious.

Giving her all in all - not minding what others thought of her - despite the probable reprimand of society around her.

What did that (Reckless Abandonment) look like?  How does that happen for someone? I had these questions going round and round for a long time.  I wanted to "get it".  I wanted to understand.  Something about this woman's sacrificial heart had connected with mine and I needed to know.

I remember asking the LORD to, please, show me a picture of what Reckless Abandonment would look like to him if someone were to be Recklessly Abandoned.

I thought & prayed about it some more.  I realized that in order to show abandonment- something has to be removed from something; given up on or left to a bare minimum; showing no intention to reclaim it.  When you add the word reckless to it... it means to be done quickly; carelessly - without thought or rationale to the consequences.

I was thinking: "Lord, this is intense".   I began praying; "Lord, take me away from me!  Show me a picture of what this would look like to you if I were to live my life with a total Reckless Abandonment to you.

And, you know what?  He did!!

I was standing in a Sunday Morning Worship Service... singing with the rest of the congregation, both arms outstretched, hands raised in worship... and these thoughts/questions came to my mind again.  I prayed... continuing to be in a heart of worship.  Lord, take me away from me... I prayed some more.  I had my eyes closed - but just that quick I could literally feel as if it were my flesh and blood departing from me and I could see in my "mind's eye" as if it were a frail frame of nothing but  skeletal bones. 

ME. 

That was me, but not really me.  Yes!, I was standing there naked to the literal bone but the soul of me was not there.  I saw a pure picture of what reckless abandonment looked like.  Emptied of Self.

Ahh-ha, so this was the picture I was asking for the Lord to show me.  I needed to understand what it was that the Lord saw when he sees a heart devoted to him in a life of sacrifice.  One who lives their life in a total and complete surrender... with a deeper love and beautiful life of service, sacrifice and devotion towards their Saviour.

((I don't know if this is making any sense, to y'all, but I'm trying.))

So, how does this all compute?  Living with Reckless Abandonment?  an Alabaster Jar? a Message In a Bottle?

Well friends, it is through brokeness that the perfume of grace gives off it's sweetest fragrance.

But here is really the true Message In a Bottle.

Why did Jesus endorse such extravagance? 
This was a special occasion- he knew that he would soon be crucified.  In this impulsive act of sacrifice, the woman symbolically prepared his body for burial as it was customary in those days to do - anoint the bodies of dead people with spices and sweet-smelling oil.  Jesus just affirmed another important principle: It is never a waste to give one's ALL to honor him.

(paraphrased from the Quest Study Bible)

Matthew 26:13 says:  I tell you the truth, wherever this gospel is preached through out the world, what {she} has done will also be told, in memory of her.

Keep spreading the Message....live your life with a reckless abandonement...poured out; utterly and completely emptied of self. 

: : Do I continue to portray this portrait?   Not in the least - not nearly as sincere, nor as beautifully as I would like too.  By the way, this Message In a Bottle was for me, too.

Message In a Bottle

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I know what you're thinking... and there are quite a few beautiful stories, these included, that make up that cliche saying... Message In a Bottle.  But, I would like to offer up a different perspective, today & tomorrow.  Please keep reading...

Have you read the story recently, found in Scripture, of the woman who brought an Alabaster Jar, filled with rare and expensive perfume, to Jesus, and poured it out - on his head? 

Actually, there are two separate accounts found in Scripture (two different women, both bringing expensive perfume in an Alabaster Jar), one where it was poured on his head, the other being poured out on his feet; along with her tears and wiped with her hair.

For the sake of my point in this post, I'm going to refer to them as one account; one story...one woman.


The argument, from those that observed her doing this, was; "Why all this waste?  It could have been sold and the money given to the poor." 
Jesus reminded them, "She has done a beautiful thing to me... when she poured this perfume on my body, she did it to prepare me for burial."

In a sense, {she} emptied herself... completely.  With total and utter Reckless Abandonment.  The woman gave ALL she had.  It was a costly sacrifice to give.

What does it mean to Recklessly Abandon - something?

What does with Reckless Abandonment feel like?

How does to Recklessly Abandon - happen?

I have had all of these very questions... and more.

To be continued...

Seasons come and seasons go...

Maybe I'm pushing things a little with my new header photo... but this is my type of weather.  Yeah!, I'm all over fall.  And the last couple of days have just been divine.  Great sleeping weather.  Beautiful, sunny skies.  Crisp, clear and comfortable.

That - along with this photo here, of the antique croquet set, I inherited from my grandparents (through their sale)... 

It just makes me think of seasons.

This particular game is old, weathered & beat up.  The paint is faded, the croquet balls are chipped off and flat on two sides, the mallets are semi-broken... the arches are nowhere to be seen. 

Except for its nostalgia... this croquet set has pretty well made it's history.  Meaning: it's long gone. 

And yet, I love it!!!

Seasons come and seasons go.

Just like things in our life.  Our life is by no means a game.  But for the sake of what I'm saying... lets say that it is... "this game of life".

Our lives look like they're planned.  The course (in our minds) has been set and we're ready to roll with it.

The knocks of life propel us forward - we learn to go with it - headed towards the goal.  The end is in sight.

But their is always that chance of getting knocked out and off course.  Which it happens - for most of us, regularly.

Life happens that way, sometimes - doesn't it?

Seasons come and seasons go.

This is not to make light of anyone in particulars 'tough season' and to say it doesn't hurt or doesn't matter. Because it does. 

We all go through these times in our lives. 

It's a rough "game" out there. We get beat up, we're weary and weathered.  Our pride gets chipped away at, we lose our confidence and for what's left - our sense of direction gets distorted.  We wonder;  What of our history? Do we have any worth or value?  Who loves us, anymore??

So true!

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Seasons come and seasons go.  Here, we're looking to put our summer to rest... and to embrace the coming season of change.  Fall is right around the corner.  It's been a good summer (and a good season)... but it must go.  Change is not always easy, but it is (always) for our good.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven...He has made everything beautiful in its time. 

~ Ecclesiastes 3:1, 11

The good ole days of summer!

: : The old wash tub, bought at my grandparents sale : : 

I can remember this was used for many a thing...

* washing their dog * cooling corn * hauling apples * grand-kids playing in & cooling off * summer time baths *

I'm so glad I have this tangible memory.

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Just letting pictures speak for themselves...today!

Here's to just making a few tangible memories of our own... and thank-you, Amanda, for your inspiration in Summer's Simple Things.

Friday's Finds: {20/10}

~The little Red Stool~

I happened upon this little red stool, one day, while perusing the local antique store down the road from our place. I think I paid $20. for it.  But...it's been worth every single dime. 

You see! 

This little red stool has become the proverbial open door for my one friend and I.  These days, when Maude* and I haven't seen each other in awhile we'll say things like... "you know I have this certain red stool sitting in my kitchen" or "Do you still have your little red stool? I haven't seen it lately".

Here is why.

Back in the day, Maude and I used to be very close neighbors.  When I was single... we shared a farmhouse.  Basically I had one half and she had the other.  We both had our own "place and space"- as I like to say.  Each side had it's own kitchen, LR, bathroom, 2 bedrooms...front door... but we shared things like the washer/dryer, heating and electric (somewhat).  It worked out really well -at least, I thought so and I think she did too.

We also knew when we didn't want to talk to each other.  You know...?

There were those times, too.  Honestly enough.

We had a common door through my living room into her kitchen.  If the door was open - it meant "come on in"... and if it was closed ....well, the door was closed. 

Although, you could knock, of course. ;)

So, this little red stool sat in the corner of my kitchen (and still does, in our current home).  When Maude would come over "to visit" - say while I was cooking up a storm, or whatever, that was her seat.  When she'd sit down... it was then that I knew she wanted to, needed to or just had to tell me something - interesting, funny or serious. 

Perhaps to just hang out... to just be...among "good company".

These days...since I'm married... it gets used for:

-giving my boys (hubby and son) their haircuts

-getting my daughter into trouble... she gets herself in trouble using it to climb up onto everything

-the usual step-stool needs

-time-outs (on occasion)

But, mostly it sits in it's little corner... just a waitin' for some good company. 

: :I miss you Maude... and I hope to see you one day soon. ;)  hint, hint.  That's if you'll forgive me for giving you such a random name change.  Because you know as well as I do... I never call(ed) you Maude. 

It's a good name, though.  I kinda like it.  Perhaps that's what I'll call the little red stool from here on out.

Happy Friday to all and have yourself a wonderful weekend.

Speaking of...dishes!

"But. He has to wait until my dishes are finished up - first - in order to play with my dishpan."

(taken from yesterday's post)

I thought I would take you deeper into the Corners of my Home - and into my everyday dishware.

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I'm trying to think of where my I.N.S.P.I.R.A.T.I.O.N has come from.  My first and only thought was of this quaint, local, little Tea Room... that friends, and sisters and I love to frequent.  We still thoroughly enjoy going here, except that it is just a tad bit hard (for me) with two little ones and fine, dainty little tea cups.  If you know what I'm saying?

But, this Tea Room will always be renown (in my mind) for it's nostalgia, it's charm, and unexplained femininity.  Wait! Can a restaurant be feminine? 

Let me tell you....men do eat here, too!  However, they "appear" to be SO out of place. 

If you put your fork down and just listen... it sounds like... "chicken chatter".  I love it!! 

And then. 

To hear a man's voice above all the ladies... again, just totally .... well, I suppose it adds it's own charm.  The fact that a guy is simply "okay" to enjoy breakfast or lunch with his beautiful wife - amid all the daintiness says a lot about a good man.

Wow!! I really took a bunny trail here...

You see this Tea Room has been so inspirational in that it proudly uses mismatched china.  Seriously, nothing matches, but, there is unity within the pieces because of their vintage appeal.  Even the antique chairs, around the small round or square tables are mismatched -although they are painted all of the same color.  The wide wood plank floorboards creak underneath your feet, and the large windows with beveled glass, and wide windowsills are pure art form in and of themselves.  The fresh flowers, gracing the tables...the waitresses in cutesy aprons, the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and ahhhh!! their desserts that are just simply decadent and out of this world.

I love that!!!!!

So.  I've decided that I would be "okay" with mismatched china, too.  It's charming, as mentioned.  It has an ere of femininity about it, and, it's vintage - which I totally adore - especially if they are inherited from a grandmother or two.

CONFESSION:  There is plenty of Tupperw*are, in my kitchen, and other random pieces that have no charm to claim for their own.  Just practicality.

These are just a few of my pieces of everyday dishware. 

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As you can tell... I just finished washing dishes.  Now you all know, that this is where my mind will go or how my thoughts will wander as I daily wash our dishes every evening.  Sometimes, it is more then once or twice a day - depending on what I'm cooking.   Because it really bothers me to leave a counter full of dishes for the next day.  So... I really, really try to keep up after myself.  Yup! another bunny trail...

Speaking of... dishes!  It's time to go make a few dirty.  My little ones are rising from their slumber and it's breakfast time. ;)

: : Your Thoughts: :

Do you wash dishes, by hand?  If so, isn't it true that it's a time for your thoughts to go down little "bunny trails" and let your mind drift into deep thoughts of .... whatever? 

I would say washing dishes is very therapeutic.  Wouldn't you??

I love it!!!!!!!!!!