Those moments that come out of the ordinary, that are anything but

I was getting dressed, to go to work, the day before last. I opened one of my dresser drawers. One that I rarely open. There peaking out, was one of the scarves; I wore to cover my head, when going through chemotherapy, almost three years ago. Even though I knew it was in there; the sight of it startled me. Startled me so much, to where I had difficulty, catching my breath.

Another gentle reminder, to inhale life and embrace with a passion, each and every day. For at any given moment that scarf might be more, than a gentle reminder.

What a lovely site

So many delicious things.

And what to my wandering eyes did appear

It's early Sunday morning, and I have come across this jade glass measuring cup set and lovely juicer; while window shopping, at Gooseberry Patch. One day they will join my jade glass butter dish, sugar jar and salt and pepper shakers; for now my wish list.

Feedsack fabric

I do believe that I am aquiring a, all consuming passion for fabric, feedsack and all.

A lovely alternative

The only down side is that you cant stack them. So lucky for me that I have a huge stand up freezer, with plenty of room.

This or that

I have been getting around 6 to 7 hours of sleep a night. Though if I do go to bed early, I wake at around 2:30 a.m., and have a terrible time falling back to sleep; only to have to get up at 4 a.m. This includes the 6 to 7 hours of sleep. The depression, has seeped back, though it is mild, but constant. The constant part is what makes it seem worse, than mild.

Today I was off from work, and my day went like this. Up for a few hours, then a few hours of napping and so on and so on and so on. I am not sure if it was from sheer tiredness or this cloud of depression, is making me physically tired.

P.S. return address...please

Thirty eight years ago, I was a 13 year old, who through letters; would make a life long friend. She lives thousands of miles away, across the ocean. Through the years; the many letters, became yearly holiday cards. Sadly, a few years ago, I misplaced her address and she no longer puts her address on the envelope.

Every year, I get a lovely holiday card, with family updates; but alas no return address.

Made for each other

Be still my heart, for lovely visions...

are dancing around in my head; of aprons, cloth napkins and clothes pin bags. The possibilities endless. I know if I pull out my sewing machine and learn to sew; I might acquire a serious addiction, to this gorgeous fabric. Robert Kaufman, Mary Rose fabric, to be exact.

Retro looking finds at a dollar price

My favorite finds, at the 99 Cents Only Store; are the ones that have a vintage or retro look. Yes, they can even be found there, though not as often as I would like. I have this Rose Brand Pear and a White Rose Pear label transferred on a 3 x 3 wood plaque. Some of my refrigerator magnets, have also been found there. There are the Animal Cracker ones and the Campbell Soup Kids. The last time I went, I came across these retro looking dish cloths. I bought 4 of them, but now I wish I had bought more.

To put off until another day

When I was sick, I acquired a negative personality trait, that I never had before; procrastination. It all started when I was going through chemo. The mail got dropped on the floor, where ever I was sitting at the time, including bills. This developed into endless piles of paper and the bills disappeared; into the endless mounds. It wasn't because I didn't have to resources, to pay them. It was a just because; it was honestly of non importance to me, at the time. It got so bad, that my sister would literally, write the checks for me, or the bill paying would be put off indefinitely.

I now have priorities when it comes to procrastinating. I still have a tinge of it, when it comes to bill paying, but they do get paid. There are no piles of papers lying around, much less anything else. I do still put off making appointments, returning items bought that need to be returned, making needed phone calls and calling maintenance to have things fixed in the apartment.

I don't know the psychological reason, of why I became like this. I definitely do know it has to do with the journey of cancer and chemo. It was life altering in more ways, than not. Some changes were a blessing and some just a glitch in life, that I must adjust myself too.

Abundance of gratitude...

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
...a day off from work
...the joy my home brings
...laundry that is done
...the thought, that later this evening, I will be able to gaze upon fresh flowers in my home
...the blessing of feeling life is good once again; instead of feeling, the gloom of depression

This vintage toaster...

is what I envisioned, with its shiny chrome and cloth cord; when I was in the market for a new toaster. For some reason, unbeknownst to me; I have a vivid, fond memory of, cloth cord.

I looked at many and then I saw this one. As close to retro perfection, as I was going to get; for the price I could afford. Sadly, no cloth cord.

Cottage Flair...

one source, for that collection of mismatched vintage dishes, I want to to aquire

Cottage Flair

I stumbled across this...

vintage china; through a link from another gorgeous site, shabbyfabrics.com.

They have the most exquisite fabrics, I have ever seen. Visions of aprons, cloth napkins and clothes pin bags are dancing around in my head. I have a sewing machine, though sadly no skills to utilize it.

http://www.katiesrosecottage.com/catalog.php?item=1049&catid=3&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D3

http://www.katiesrosecottage.com/catalog.php?item=852&catid=3&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D3

This one took my breath away, as I know the perfect place to put it. I have a rather large wicker basket, that I have turned upside down; and am using as a nightstand. The only downside is that, what ever is put on it; doesn't always stay upright. I saw this and instantly, I knew where the perfect home for it, should be. I love to dream.

http://www.katiesrosecottage.com/catalog.php?item=908&catid=4&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D4