My Field of Dreams

My Field of Dreams
Sunflowers 8-13-14

Thursday, August 21, 2014

A Bit of Shopping

One of the things we had planned to do while Ron was on vacation, was go antiquing. We didn't because we did so many other things. On Saturday though, Megan was having a show at our fairgrounds. We went to see her and it is always a good idea to buy her lovely soap. She has some new gift bags I thought were just lovely.

Her deodorants and her new fragrances are just lovely. Here is her link Bumblewood 
Since Ron got me out of the house we decided to go to the antique stores downtown. We found one that opened in April and it was just lovely. These buildings downtown are just so huge. Sweet people run it and we enjoyed ourselves.( I never remember my camera)
The first thing I found, was a cigar box. It was in really nice condition and do you know how much I kick myself for not saving them from when I was a kid.

I lined it with old paper and put some things in it but I don't think it is going to stay that way. Do you remember in the beginning of the movie To Kill A Mockingbird? I love that box and I was thinking of looking around and putting some old marbles ( I collect old marbles) a old pocket watch, some old crayons and see if I can carve a boy and girl. I think there is a liberty head dime in there and a buffalo penny. I have those too.
I will have to watch the movie again and see what I missed. It  was  the things in that old knot hole that Jem found. Things that Boo Radley left.

I put some old things in it to make it look like it was an old treasure box which was fun.  I like things that tell stories.
I also found a spindle. I have been looking for one of these forever. I was so happy to find one.

I found a blue canning jar with a bale handle. As my grandmother used to say, " These things are getting as scarce as hens teeth."

 We went to a couple of antique stores and this one was in the best condition and the cheapest.
I have some old Coca Crates and my brother has a bunch out in his old shed, and some of them were for sale for 30 or 40 dollars. I thought I need to bring mine in the house.  Oh, and when I worked in the grocery store we would get our watermelons in these wooden crates. We saw one for 50 dollars. The box boys would just break them up and throw them away.

I have been looking for a washboard for a long time. But just not any washboard. One that told a story.
When  I found this one, I was so happy. You can see how this one was really used. The label is gone the wood has had so much lye on it, that it is bleached white and the wood isn't like wood anymore. There is a spot of white paint on it that made me think of a housewife, painting and taking care of her home and family.
When I was  kid my Mom wanted one for her laundry room. I remember how my great grandmother and my other grandmothers would scoff at her and say, " Why in the world would you want one of those?"

Even though this is not an antique I wanted to share it. One of my friends has been dyeing and selling the loveliest counted cross stitch fabric. It just has the nicest feel to it. I can wait to sew on it. Her blog is Dixie Sampler. She runs a group I am in on Face Book called The Prim Stitchers Society.

I would like to go explore some antique stores that I didn't make it too. Ron and I had such fun, and he really is a good spotter. I just tell him what I am looking for and he finds it after I have already walked by.
I hope you have a lovely day. The news keeps talking about all of the fires we have around us. It really is disheartening sometimes. The air is filled with smoke all of the time it seems. Our kids were at the campground in July where the one on the news kept showing the people evacuating. They said, it was so dry then. I know how dry it is here. In all of my life I have never seen it as bad as it is here now. Maybe the rains will come this year.

Have a great Thursday,
" Trees are very nice.
They fill up the sky.
---A Tree is Nice, Janice May Udry, 1956

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Today is a New Day

Yesterday was Monday, it was a blur for me. It didn't start out that way. I decided that I would get back to my walking routine again. As I walked by the pumpkin patch, I remembered that we had two empty green trash cans. As I looked at the pumpkin patch, and the pumpkins that needed to be harvested. I decided I was the crazy woman for the job. I knew I had only a limited time before the trash men came.

I grabbed my gloves, a trash can, a wheel barrow and clippers. ( Not all at once, there were trips up and back to the shed and out to the road to make sure the trash men hadn't come early.)

I began my race and for 3 1/2 hours, I pulled vines, cut pumpkins and stuffed trash cans. Then I would pull them to the road and then take a wheel barrow in the yard. I dumped the pumpkins on the grass so that I could wash them. That last trip as I put my tools away, I thought to myself, I think I might of over did it just a bit.

I left the sunflowers. The birds are very happy. I came out here late last evening and it looked like a flock of tiny chickens there were so many doves.

I have two of these wash tubs full of the tiny ones. These about did me in because I picked up and picked up and almost but not quite, wondered what on earth was I thinking planting so many of these.

Once I washed off the ones I picked I came in the house to start my Monday work. I managed to get laundry done but that was it. I had the thought, " Can you die, from picking pumpkins?" I took a shower and went to bed. Isn't that terrible. I slept for a bit and then managed to walk and get laundry done and dinner cooked. Today, I hope to get the work I didn't get done yesterday done today. I did pick tomatoes this morning.

One thing I am very thankful for, is that I can work that hard, I can push myself to my limit. Go to bed and wake up in the morning ready to do that again. It really is a gift I am very thankful for but I don't think I will be doing it for a while. I will wait until after the first frost to take out the gourds. With help.

Have a wonderful Tuesday.

" For it isn't normal to always be good---
I don't think you'd want to, and don't think
you should;
Just as food tastes better with a shake of salt,
A small bit of mischief is hardly a fault.
And life would be boring, and life would be grim,
If children were all goody-goody and prim."

---Beastly Boys and Ghastly Girls, William Cole, 1964

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Summer Days

I ordered a kit the other day. I had ran across this wonderful blog. It is called The Diary of a Rugmaker. Cee was making these lovely penny rug kits and she has videos to go along with them. I was so enthralled. I spent the day watching her videos. I ordered one of her kits so I can watch her video and learn how to make penny rugs too.

Here is what comes in the kit

It comes with this luscious wool. Pennies and the hand dyed thread. I wish I had had this when I was sitting in doctor offices early this year. I can't wait to start it. 

While I was fooling around so I could take a picture I thought I had never blogged about my treadle sewing machine.

Isn't lovely? I am the fifth generation of women to have this sewing machine. As I thought about it I was overcome with the women in my family who sewed on it. I remember my Mom telling me how she preferred sewing on this treadle. My mom was an incredible seamstress. I have a box of her old clothes that she made someday I will do a blog about that. (She watched Jackie Kennedy like a hawk and would make look alike clothes.)  So I was looking at this and thought I would take a few pictures.

 I love all of the workman ship that has gone into this. When I brought it home years ago from my grandmothers house, it was like a time machine. In it were World War ll medals, old bullets from
guns, ( That scared me to death.) Ration Stamps. It still has the attachments. The box lining is old velvet.

Then that metal container was a cold cream can from Max Factor. It was my grandmother's button can. In it are old buttons and my mom's buttons from her vest when she was in Camp Fire Girls.

I realized that I have a thing for old sewing machines. I have two Singer Feather Weight machines.
I have a old machine that was also my grandmothers I need to get out and look at. She made one of my Christmas formals on it one year. I always thought it was funny, that my Mom loved the treadle and my grandmother always wanted new. I wish I knew how to use the treadle. My Mom said it always gave a truer stitch.

The above photos are from the women on my Mom's side of the family. My Mom's family were very, very different from my Dad's family and my grandmother on that side.
 My Dad met my Mom in a dance hall that my grandfather had dances in on Saturday night. My Mom was the hat-check girl.

 My Dad's family were extremely religious. Hyper religious. My dad was of course the black sheep and you know what happens when worlds collide.  I was though, surrounded by very strong women. I think I have befitted from both worlds.


 Since I have been meaning to show you this Grandmother's Flower Garden. I was using it as a back drop.
 My Dad's mother, my  Granny was left a orphan in the flu epidemic.
She was 12 years old. A man came upon her house and she was sick, but her family had passed away. Silas had lost his wife and children as well. He buried her family and then nursed her back to health. Then he married her.
She always spoke of him with kindness and such love and gratitude. It was always hard to get my mind around. Then he died when she was sixteen and she was on her own again. After WWI was over she married my grandpa and had my Dad and his family. Her quilting frame was an old one that let down from the ceiling. How I wish I had not been so busy then, and I had learned from her as well. This quilt isn't made from a rotary cutter, but cut with scissors. It is all hand quilted. They used their own templates they made from boxes. I was out of high school before my grandmother made quilts from fabric she bought. Most of the quilts she made were made from clothing people gave her.

As I was looking at that sewing machine today. It dawned on me.

Sewing, doing needlework, knitting and the things I love so much are because of the generations of women who did the sewing as a way to bring beauty and comfort to their family and their homes. I never feel as content as when I have fabric or wool or a needle and thread in my hand. I think it comes from the generations of women who have left me a bit of themselves in the legacies they passed down, of a love of a needle and thread.

Thank you for reading. I hope you have a lovely day.


" What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, " is that somewhere it hides a well."
---The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, 1943

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Just Twaddle

You know I almost am reluctant to write a post today, with all of the extremes in pain and suffering going on in the world. I have a hard time keeping my mind on happy things. As you and I watch horror unfold each day all around us it is hard to keep focused on what is good. I am determined though to find good things to talk about. Even if it is fluffy.

My dear sweet girl, came over the other day and brought me flowers. She said, " I take flowers to every one else but I never bring Mom flowers." 

I thought they were so pretty and I am so proud of her. I have them on my table and every time I walk in and see them I am filled with such joy. It is really nice having a daughter than works in a flower shop. It is really nice having such nice people in my family. They all are such a treat to be around.

Speaking of treats. I didn't swim at all last year. Nor go outside much. One thing I have pondered this year. When I see a blue swimming pool and blue skies. You can't always trust even what you see. Last year, I couldn't make myself get in the swimming pool. In fact, there were times I wished that we could get a backhoe to come fill it in with dirt so I wouldn't have to look at it. I would ask Ron over and over, " Why can't you get the pool blue anymore, why is it always green?" Sweet as he is he never said, It is blue you weirdo or anything like that." He just was kind and would say things like, " Oh it looks okay and go put more chlorine in it."

Then after that first surgery and the pool was blue and now the pool sparkles and the sky is blue and not looking like a nuclear fallout  sky. I love to swim and be outside. Instead of hiding. Simple things like just jumping in the car and driving because it is no big deal. Little things like that. Our neighbors next door, have a windmill out in their lot next to their barn. The man that owns the property, brought it home in 1963 for his wife. I have always called it Donna's Windmill. When my eyes were so bad, I told Ron, someone must have taken Donna's windmill its gone now." I would stare and stare over there and no matter how I looked I couldn't see it. Then I got my eyes fixed and there it was, in the place it has been all of these years.

I don't know if you have ever noticed but windmills aren't tiny. Yet no matter how I looked I couldn't see it. What it taught me, is even though I am looking, I might be not seeing things as they really are and even though my eyes are open, I can still be blind.

I finished this yesterday. It is one of my projects I wanted to do last year. I would sit with the pattern in my lap, and no matter how big the print nor how good my glasses were, I couldn't see to sew. I finally gave up and put it away. Yesterday when I finished it, there was such a feeling of accomplishment. I sat and stared out the window and thought, of how far in a year I have come. What I thought was going to be then end of me, was really only the beginning. My oldest daughter moving, my next daughter getting married, no longer being a homeschooling mom. Then loosing my eye sight and not understanding. Looking at the road that seemed so long.

Ron and I have had the best summer of our lives. We have had so much just us time. We have had if you will I think a new beginning this summer as we have been reminded why we got married 34 years ago. We have been reminded of laughter and love and how it feels to be best friends. We have gone though trials, and hardship and testing and heartbreak. But truly I can say, that poem that begins,
" Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to be..."  If I had a title, I would name this summer that.

I guess one thing I wish I could tell my kids who are married and the ones that will be someday. Times get hard, and sometimes you really think you will never get through this or that, don't ever give up. The days will pass faster than you ever thought and then there you are at the end of the tunnel. That light wasn't a freight train after all, but a new day filled with joy and promise and good things over flowing into your lap. Then there are grand kids. Who knew??? Being a grandmother, things just keep getting better and better. Having a little kid, say, " Grandma, do you know I love you!" Is what life is about.

I warned you, it was just twaddle today. Life can be so daily, but oh so good with the quiet things that just show up.
Thank you for visiting and following along.
Have a lovely Tuesday,

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