Here it is another Monday! Seems like the older I get the faster they roll around. The predicted rain has started falling here, getting harder and harder. I can hear it on the windows and the rooftop. There is something both wonderful and depressing about rain. I love the sunshine and bright sky. But being inside a cozy little home and listening to the rain outside creates a sweet feeling of safeness. I like to work on things at my craft area when the weather is like this.
Business goes well, and Saturday was a lovely day. I love meeting my customers! There are so many personalities that wander into the shop. Tend shop — It is what I was meant to do!
I have purchased another lot of old postcards. There are so many treasures in these stacks of vintage communication. I have also purchased an unusual lot of vintage photos which include scenes from old movies with big-time movie stars. There is a photograph from the Wizard of Oz!
I have not decided what to do with the photos I purchased. I want to make sure they are handled as they should be and assigned the correct value! How interesting they are!!
Must get to work. Just on a quick lunch break.
Enjoy this day!
ps — hello to new visitors!
My dear friends,
The more things change the more they stay the same, I guess. Perhaps the planets are aligned to help me clean house in more ways than one lately. My washing machine blew up two days ago. One of my sons and I are going in together to buy a new and better washing machine in the next couple of weeks. That is a refreshing thing. Hard to believe that I have been acquainted with about four or five washing machines over the last five years. I have moved four times in the last five years which has brought me in contact with multiple of many appliances, including clothes dryers, toasters, coffee pots, etc.
The washing machine is not the only thing that decided to break permanently. I received a notice yesterday that my seven years’ worth of blogging at A Mother’s Journal is gone. Done for. Ended. Oh, I could have made an effort to disinfect the files that someone hacked, all 126 of them, but it contains so many photos and links to a painful past, I am happy to see it go. When you go to A Mother’s Journal you will now be directed to my new home online. It is a clean, new online house full of antique white, guitars and music, touches of pink and silver, and a happy heart. I feel lighter and better, and I did not realize what a weight it all was until it was magically gone without my having to make a choice.
I look forward to continuing my friendship with those of you I have known for so long. I look forward to new friendships online.
The little caboose where I have my shop called sidetracked is a sweet, sweet place to be. There are vintage hats, soft linen and cotton creations from a sewing machine, and lovely little collectibles like the Norman Rockwell plate that just sold.
Enjoy this day!
(Some things never change.)