Lilly Pulitzer Fabric Score

Lilly, Sweet Lilly... How I love you so.

I didn't actually find Lilly Pulitzer yardage, but I found 4 pieces of clothing at a garage sale. They wanted $20 but all I had was $17.00. They didn't want to go down, but I guess they knew I would love it more than anyone else and finally gave it to me.  I win!

I bought them thinking I would cut them up and make a small doll quilt for my niece for Christmas, but now I can't bring myself to cut. I want it all to myself. Like the Seagulls in "Finding Nemo" ...mine mine mine mine MINE!!!

I always buy thrifted clothing, especially vintage clothing, thinking I'm going to use it for fabric, then end up wearing it instead. The good thing (or sad thing) about the 4 pieces of clothing is they are size 4 and 6 and....um....that's not my size. Shux! (Who is a size 4 anyway!?!? Grrrrrr).  So off they go to my Lilly Hoard Box, waiting for the mood to strike.

Aren't they delicious? I can't stop looking at them.

Get off my stuff

For my art projects, I keep a bag of tiny pieces of paper which I can't throw away.

 

Pooh loves this bag. He climbs up and lies in it. Something about plastic and paper is so much squishy fun!!!

I gently placed him back on the floor. I move the bag to an uncomfortable place, trying to make it look less inviting. 8 seconds later, he climbs back up and snuggles into the cozy nesting spot.

AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!

GET OFF MY STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm super annoyed and aggravated by this time, ready to punch a kitty...(not really). I'm trying to think of the most evil, the most cruel, the most vengeful retaliation I could quickly come up with.....

All I could think of was to tickle him with scraps of paper. THERE! That will show him! It will drive him nuts and he will leave me alone and keep his nasty fur off my stuff.

Oy vey! Forget it. You stay here, and I WILL MOVE. You win.

(You can see in the last picture, he is REALLY bothered. He rolls over and blinks at me...then goes back to sleep).

 

 

 

 

Gross Dog that I love so much.

So why do dogs like to drink dirty water? Ewwww.... It just grosses me out when she tries to help load the dishwasher. I know she thinks she's helping me, but my gag reflex is weak.

I would say we found and rescued her, but the truth is, she found and rescued us. 
 

 

SPAY AND NEUTER. RESCUE THE DEFENSELESS AND HOMELESS!!!
With today's economy, shelters are full as people can't afford their pets any more or they are abandoning them as they are having to leave their homes.


"RESCUE POEM"
Arlene Pace
September 18, 1998

Once I was a lonely dog,
Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat
Or a gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice
So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
And took me off my feet.
No one again will hurt you
Was whispered in my ear.
You’ll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear
You will be dry, you will be warm,
you’ll have enough to eat
And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet.
I was afraid I must admit,
I’ve lived so long in fear.
I can’t remember when I let
A human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds
And bathed and brushed my fur
She told me ‘bout the rescue group
And what it meant to her.
She said, We are a circle,
A line that never ends.
And in the center there is you
protected by new friends.

Children's love notes

I was digging through some stuff and this turned up. I thought it was so sweet and funny. Don't you just love finding old surprises from your kids? I think my daughter made this card for me years ago. I can tell it's her handwriting.

My son is (was) a great little artist and drew dozens of pictures everyday for years and I would find them all over the house. I miss that.

Kinda sad when your little ones grow up. You miss all the little things they used to do.

It's ok I guess....*sigh*.... Now I'll just enjoy all the NEW little things with my BIG kids. They don't fit in my lap any more, but they're still just as sweet.

If you like the little magnets, they are from my friend, the most amazing artist and human being. Here is one of her websites. Journal Junk

You can buy her collage sheets of her "inchie" work on etsy. Lia's Collage Sheets