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Sunday, 20 August 2017

Vintage

You know you're old when items you received for a shower gift (43 years ago folks) are now listed in the 'vintage' shops on line.
I wanted to replace my corning ware open roasting pan, cornflower design.  They don't make them anymore.  I searched through the vintage listings and found one on EBay.  $15.00 plus shipping and the difference in currency came out to just over $44.  It probably cost about $10 new 43 years ago.  I love my old pan but the finish is shot after all these years of using it.  I'll probably keep it just because it has served me so well.
It wasn't easy coming up against the 'vintage' wall.  I guess I'm 'vintage' too.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Friday, 18 August 2017

Confession Time

Hello, my name is *********** and I'm a thrift storeaholic.  Well, there SHOULD be a support group for those of us so afflicted.   Show me a thrift store and I'll show you my heels as I run for the door.  I should have bumper stickers that read, 'I brake for thrift stores' (and second hand shops and consignment shops and garage sales) okay, I'll admit it, I'm in bad shape.
Now, in my defence I will say that I have come out of many a thrift store, shs, cs and gs with nothing in my hands.  I really have.  And further to my defence I only shop with cash I have saved out of my weekly spending allowance ($20.00 a week).  It's not much of a defence but it's all I've got.
All that being said, I went to a thrift shop yesterday and came away with ten childrens books for $4.00 for the grandies to read at our house (I never give used for a gift...never), two size 4.5 knitting needles for .75 cents and a fall weight leather jacket in immaculate condition (I swear it looks like it has never been worn) for $25.00.  Yes, I will most definitely wear an item from a thrift shop.
Now I want to tell you about my favourite thrift shop in this city.  It is called Bibles For Missions and is located on a main road with lots and lots of available parking.  A few years back it was just your average thrift shop (and smelled like it too).  Today, it is open, airy, has new vinyl plank floors and is well curated and displayed.  I had to fight my way through hordes of university students shopping for kitchen items to get them through the term. 
 They have regular blind auctions with wonderful vintage to antique items up for grabs.  The staff is pleasant and helpful and, most important, (to Me anyway)  it doesn't smell like a thrift shop.
So there you have my confession.  Anything you'd like to share with us?

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Fashionista

 A happy day today as we took our seven year old grand daughter out shopping for some back to school clothes.  A white denim jacket got top marks as did a pretty coral coloured top and black leggings.  New shoes, a few more tops and leggings and she declared herself satisfied.  She spent the time happily holding up tops to bottoms and layering the jacket over the top and deciding if she would wear her hair up or down on the first day of school. 'Up' won out because it looked more 'grown up' with the pierced ear rings she got for her birthday in July.  Now she is wondering if she can add rhinestones to her backpack for a little added flair.  Great fun.  It's the wee mans turn tomorrow.

Thursday's Quote

If you always add and never subtract, you will eventually bury yourself.
.........................Peter Walsh...........................

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to fire the creative juices and get us writing...anything....  This week the words are brought to us by River of Drifting Through Life (she of the new kitty) (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in...use the words or just be inspired by them, write prose or poetry, fact or fiction, write today or any day at all.  The great thing is there are no rules and the people participating leave kind comments.

This weeks prompt words:
puffing, candles, confused, fishing, supreme, almost
and/or
eight, despicable, banner, shave, flowers and frowning.

here we go:

Grace was confused.  It seemed someone was singing Happy Birthday to her.  Eight candles on a pink and white cake.  Yes, that was right she thought.  Making a supreme effort and puffing as hard as she could she almost blew them all out.  One more and she could rest.  She was so tired.  Why was she so tired?  There, it went out.  The blessed soothing velvet blackness surrounded her once more.
Frowning she squinted as the light once again penetrated her vision.  There was her Daddy having a shave in the makeshift campground the family had set up after the fire had taken their family home. 
“We’ll go fishing for our dinner Sunshine,” he said, “and you can pick some flowers for Mommy while Kenny and I clean our catch.”  Grace shook her head and winced at the pain.  Something wasn’t right.  What was it?  Kenny, Kenny died in a farm accident a long time ago.  She wasn’t a little kid anymore.  She’d reached the banner age of 75 just this past July.
She forced herself to think clearly, realised where she was and once again struggled to rise.  This time she made it to a sitting position and leaned back against the rough cellar wall.  “How was she going to get herself out of this despicable  mess?” she wondered.
“More to the point,” a gusty voice beside her said, “is how you got into this mess in the first place.”
“Oh Lordie” Grace moaned, “now I’m hearing voices.”

A cool and soothing draft passed across her burning forehead.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

The Story Of My Life

Slightly Abbreviated
of course

Once I was small but now I'm not.
I guess that doesn't say a lot.
Once I rode bikes and ran with ease.
Could someone pass my walking stick please?
Once I had jobs and earned my way.
Now  a seniors pension is my pay.
Once I had fun.
Well, I still do.
It's not quite the same,
but it will do.
My eyesight was good, now it's not.
My memory also, is not so hot.
I remember what happened 10 years ago.
Dredging up yesterday is a little slow.
I rock and knit and read and write.
Yesterday's activities have long  since taken flight.
But that's okay, I'm here to say,
"At least I AM still here today.".