for Friday
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...feeling well rested
...air conditioning in my car and in my house, on this summer day
...hope in my heart, that my job is going to take a turn for the better.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Grandmother's pantry
A couple of months ago, Tender Heart Treasures was having a sale, on these. The large ones, for $5.95 ea. I am so glad I bought 4 of them. This price here, tells me, I should have bought more.
The beauty that surrounds the ordinary
The perfect reason, to buy my postage stamps in rolls. I wasn't disappointed when I recieved it.Never say never
I have never thought of myself as a hat person, but when I saw this one, I became one.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Everything else is icing on the cake
To embrace aging, like the blessing it truly is; is to embrace living. Meaning that everyday, I get older, is one more blessed day; that I have woken up on this earth.
The forgetfulness, means that the negative baggage I held onto, is only a distant memory. The true blessing is not how well I see, but what I notice; such as the colors of the garden, when the flowers bloom.
I have the wisdom to know that this (as in any given situation) too shall pass. I also have the wisdom, to no longer sweat the small things, as life, is going to happen. It is the wisdom to know, not how to avoid it, but how to deal with it when it does happen.
So
"Dance, like no one is watching"
"Love, like you have never been hurt"
"Live, like tomorrow, may never come"
The forgetfulness, means that the negative baggage I held onto, is only a distant memory. The true blessing is not how well I see, but what I notice; such as the colors of the garden, when the flowers bloom.
I have the wisdom to know that this (as in any given situation) too shall pass. I also have the wisdom, to no longer sweat the small things, as life, is going to happen. It is the wisdom to know, not how to avoid it, but how to deal with it when it does happen.
So
"Dance, like no one is watching"
"Love, like you have never been hurt"
"Live, like tomorrow, may never come"
Abundance of gratitude....
for Wednesday
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...a daughter, who's sense of humor, shined through today
...a son whom I connected with, after many months
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...a daughter, who's sense of humor, shined through today
...a son whom I connected with, after many months
Treasured vintage
As I look around, I am blessed with items that have been passed down, to me.
Grandpa's vintage Singer sewing machine, in cabinet
Mom's 1952 crystal stemware
Mom's wedding china
Grandma's pink depression glass stemware
Mom's crystal salt and pepper shakers
2 Norman Rockwell collector plates
a vintage poached egg cup
Grandma's silverplated silverware
a set of 1960's dishes
a 1950's metal cannister set
2 milk white pedistal cake plates
a vintage candy dish
2 small framed fruit pictures, that I have in my kitchen
a silver candelabra, dated 1888 March 1913
3 vintage family photos, from the early 1900's
Two things, that are priceless, but only to me. A handwritten note, on a scrap piece of paper, from my grandmother, to me. She died in 1965. Also a birthday card from her. Those are treasured, even more. The other, dearest to my heart, is my grandpa's sewing machine. He was a tailor from Poland and a survivor of the Holocaust.
Grandpa's vintage Singer sewing machine, in cabinet
Mom's 1952 crystal stemware
Mom's wedding china
Grandma's pink depression glass stemware
Mom's crystal salt and pepper shakers
2 Norman Rockwell collector plates
a vintage poached egg cup
Grandma's silverplated silverware
a set of 1960's dishes
a 1950's metal cannister set
2 milk white pedistal cake plates
a vintage candy dish
2 small framed fruit pictures, that I have in my kitchen
a silver candelabra, dated 1888 March 1913
3 vintage family photos, from the early 1900's
Two things, that are priceless, but only to me. A handwritten note, on a scrap piece of paper, from my grandmother, to me. She died in 1965. Also a birthday card from her. Those are treasured, even more. The other, dearest to my heart, is my grandpa's sewing machine. He was a tailor from Poland and a survivor of the Holocaust.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Abundance of gratitude...
for Tuesday
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...chances to renew my spirit
...the peace of mind in knowing, that if my car breaks down; all repairs are covered
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...chances to renew my spirit
...the peace of mind in knowing, that if my car breaks down; all repairs are covered
I am my brothers keeper
When you stop and smell the roses; you see things, with clarity, some are not always a pretty picture. This clarity, is in the shadows, but a haunting reality of a huge flaw, in our great society. I will no longer walk by, and not see this gentle soul. He has no voice, in a country, where; we have the inalienable right to free speech. He is homeless.
When you first look at him, what you see is his grand presence, as he is very tall; you do not see a man who is shy and timid. You see a man, whom everyone walks by; but no one sees.
I will no longer sit and eat, and watch him grab a glass of water, some others water; and drink it and see how thirsty he is. I will be my brothers keeper, how can I not.
When you first look at him, what you see is his grand presence, as he is very tall; you do not see a man who is shy and timid. You see a man, whom everyone walks by; but no one sees.
I will no longer sit and eat, and watch him grab a glass of water, some others water; and drink it and see how thirsty he is. I will be my brothers keeper, how can I not.
Monday, August 27, 2007
A girly girl tool box
I have a what not drawer, where the hammer, screwdriver, pliers and everything else goes. I have this cute purple plastic mini tool box for nails and such. Cute yes, though something is lacking in visual appeal.
Its basically a somewhat organized junk drawer. I use the word somewhat very loosely. It doesn't stay organized and can be a pain to find something, when you need it. Its a rather large drawer and would be perfect for all of my plastic containers, which now are in 3 different cabinets.
Perfect solution and a vintage looking one, at that.
Its basically a somewhat organized junk drawer. I use the word somewhat very loosely. It doesn't stay organized and can be a pain to find something, when you need it. Its a rather large drawer and would be perfect for all of my plastic containers, which now are in 3 different cabinets.
Perfect solution and a vintage looking one, at that.
Depression glass drawer pull knobs
I adore the idea of making big changes, in small ways. To give that vintage look, in a inexpensive way, change the drawer pulls, to depression glass ones.
Rose Blossom Cottage
Tender Heart Treasures
Rose Blossom Cottage
Tender Heart Treasures
Abundace of gratitude...
for Monday
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...a man whom still takes my breath away, even after 20 years
...the inner calmness I possess
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...a man whom still takes my breath away, even after 20 years
...the inner calmness I possess
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Vintage laundry soap container
I know I could find other uses for this beauty; or I change to powdered laundry detergent.
My heart skipped a beat...
for just a minute. All but one of the journals on my blog disappeared. I finally figured how to copy and paste, them back from where; I had saved them as drafts.
Abundance of gratitude...
for Sunday
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...the patience I am blessed with
...my clean kitchen
...this blog which enables me to nuture my written expression
To keep me grounded, is to remind myself, of what is truly important; gratitude for the simple things.
Today I am grateful for
...the patience I am blessed with
...my clean kitchen
...this blog which enables me to nuture my written expression
Shabby Chic faux pastries
What a beautiful work of art. These leave me speechless. Take a look around, you won't be disappointed.
My Pink Boutique
My Pink Boutique
To surrender...
is to release myself from the unspoken, quick sand fear, that is not allowing me to live. How ironic, the outer mess I have created, to what, I thought was keeping me on this earth, are the anchors, that are pulling me under. I feel my chest tightening, thinking about walking ahead of my fear; instead of letting my fear take me by the hand. I have told my precious daughter, so many times, to take her power back and yet I seem to have such a difficult time, in hearing my own words.
So today I take the tiniest step, to overcome something I know, that I have no control over. I will today, embrace myself with gratitude, for the gift of, opening my eyes this morning; and release myself from the outer clutter that is my kitchen.
So today I take the tiniest step, to overcome something I know, that I have no control over. I will today, embrace myself with gratitude, for the gift of, opening my eyes this morning; and release myself from the outer clutter that is my kitchen.
Life on hold
I look around for all those things that fill me with joy and serenity, and I cant find them, as they are hidden all over the house. In closets, in bags, under tables. Things that I bought that need to be sent back are wherever. I never used to be this way. It seems when cancer came a knocking, it changed who I am; and not only in the physical sense. I don't think about it very much, but it has embraced my soul and every bit of my being. It is every where I look. I am terrified, that if I put everything in its place where it once was; it will then be time for me to go. Does it make sense, maybe only to me. This is my phobia. It is the fear that if I put everything in order, than everything else shall fall into place.
I attempted a last week to start on the kitchen. Cleaned the stove and two counters. Tonight I cleaned the sink, washed some dishes that could not be put in the dishwasher and cleaned one more counter. I have gotten the kitchen cleaned before and but that is where it has stopped.
My hope is that I can get myself together before the first rain, so that the calmness it brings with it; can embrace my soul, and envelop my being. I love the rain. I want to get a beautiful teapot, cup and saucer. I want to open the window, listen to the rain; all the while I am drinking a cup of tea and that breathtaking voice of Billie Holiday is playing on the stereo. I want fresh flowers on my dining room table. I want it all.
I attempted a last week to start on the kitchen. Cleaned the stove and two counters. Tonight I cleaned the sink, washed some dishes that could not be put in the dishwasher and cleaned one more counter. I have gotten the kitchen cleaned before and but that is where it has stopped.
My hope is that I can get myself together before the first rain, so that the calmness it brings with it; can embrace my soul, and envelop my being. I love the rain. I want to get a beautiful teapot, cup and saucer. I want to open the window, listen to the rain; all the while I am drinking a cup of tea and that breathtaking voice of Billie Holiday is playing on the stereo. I want fresh flowers on my dining room table. I want it all.
What a treasure
This will be used for my face cream in my bathroom. I know that the other will be put to good use.
http://www.soshabbypink.com/catalog.php?item=132&catid=37&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D37
http://www.soshabbypink.com/catalog.php?item=132&catid=37&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D37
I've got vintage
I didn't know how vintage the cannister set was, until now. I am so excited. The only missing piece is the coffee canister. I still use them, they are in terrific shape.
Vintage green
Slowly the color blue, which was always my favorite color; and which has been every where in my home, is slipping away and being replaced, by vintage green. It reminds me of that wonderful time, gone by. For me it is a way of embracing what I love, so dearly.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
A time gone by...though forvever embedded in my heart
It was the first time, I heard that voice, that took my breath away. I remember hearing Billie Holiday sing; and thus began my love, for yesteryear. Her music, transports me to a time; I would have loved to live in.
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