I found treasures at two of the three rummage sales I stopped at on my way home from Jazzercise on Saturday morning. This is an old cheese/butter box. There've been a few, of varying sizes, in and out of my house over the years. I always spot them and always turn 'em over and look for a mark; it's one of my treasure-hunting compulsions -- or habits, maybe even an idiosyncracy -- along with looking for manufacturer's marks on old dishes and holes on the underside of chair seats. Many of these old boxes have been stained, stenciled and/or painted, and many were sold for just that purpose, so if the manufacturer even marked it in the first place, the mark's often been obliterated. This one was not used for decorative storage, but rather more utilitarian purpose, as evidenced by the words "Window Rags" scrawled in pencil on the lid. Regardless of its most recent use and cost ($1.00), it is now a priceless family heirloom because it is stamped with the mark of the box company that made it -- a company founded by my great grandfather and his three brothers! SCORE!
On Sunday, I drove to Milwaukee for a small family reunion -- by myself, as everyone else in my family was otherwise occupied. This is M*c in the arms of his second cousin -- she wants a sibling so badly that she found an informational adoption website for her mom and dad to peruse. She was not adopted, but she must think that it's tied to the cause somehow. She is absolutely adorable and M*c seemed to like her. I did not fight her off for "M*c time," but I did wrest him from the arms of an aunt or two. Hey, a girl's gotta do...
Do you see what's supporting them in that picture? It's the knitted/felted knitting bag belonging to and made by one of my cousins! She gave M*c an adorable hat and booties from Debbie Ware's book, Too Cute! She does more color knitting and I lean more toward texture, but we neither have an aversion to the other. Also in evidence at the knitting cousin's home, our hostess for yesterday's brunch, were mosaic stepping stones, mosaic picture frames, and a mosaic table -- all made by her own hand. Seems we have a few things in common. We might have to get together again soon.
This particular cousin has a son who is between Kt & Ai in age. He is not going to college right away, but is taking some "time off," working at a grocery store and between apartments (friends' apartments), so I had a very sympathetic ear when I shared Ai's weekend news: She wants to move into an apartment with a couple of friends. Yes, I know they grow up and this is part of it and they have to live their own lives and they don't want the benefit of my experience/life/mistakes-a-plenty/blahblahblah. I want to piss and moan and cry. This one kind of blind-sided me and I'm not quite ready.
I've discovered the idiosyncracies of some of my favorite bloggers: Lynne (with photodocumentation), Kim, and Ann (kind of unleashed a storm of contrOVERsy there), and that others (Katy, Norma) are idioscyncracy-challenged or, shall we say, practically PERFECT!
Oh, is this a knitting blog?