Number 7 is a bunch of Little Things. Last Friday, about the time that I'd planned to be breezing through Wausau on the way to my sister's and then, of course, onward to planned merriment and mayhem (oh, no, not mayhem, except, perhaps, as in relation to chaos...) in The Cities, more than likely making a potty stop (as my bladder isn't what it used to be), I was actually killing time in my local antique mall, half a block from where my car was getting its electrical system checked out. The owner and I were in the same high school class, though we didn't really know each other then, and we've lived down the street from each other for the past 20 years. (Honestly, it just hit me like a ton of bricks this morning that it's 20 years this year -- twenty years in August that we moved into this house. It completely blows my mind that I've lived here for TWENTY YEARS!) She has this incredible Sears house -- a bungalow that was her husband's grandfather's -- which has this neat porch across the back, overlooking the South Side of our fair city. She was telling me that she calls the back porch her "Chippy Room" -- where she puts all the chipped-paint, chipped-china stuff that her husband can't stand -- a girlie place for her and her daughter, their only child, a 10-year-old with cerebral palsy, among other special needs. They finally had a windy ramp built over part of the front steps last summer, making it easier to bring the wheelchair in and out of the house.
Anyway, there's always something to talk about and I hadn't been down there in a while, so there was plenty to catch up on while I awaited the car
diagnosis damages, but I'm always on the hunt, too. There doesn't seem to be as much pansy stuff lately, and the cabinet photos have to really be somethin' special, and I have enough green depression glass, and I don't need any furniture, really, so I look for little "treasures" like these. A small plastic bag with all this stuff inside and an irresistible price of $2.00. The two stitch holders at uppermost left have the word BOYE embossed on them, and those wee ones aren't even two inches long!
I noticed, as I signed on, that this is my 901st post. Crazy. I celebrate my third year of blogging later this month, in most esteemed company, on the first day of spring!