tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28437986338547492582012-02-16T05:22:36.806-06:00Vintage Christinenoreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843798633854749258.post-8386664473684400222009-10-21T06:05:00.000-05:002009-10-21T06:05:38.870-05:00

I'm phasing out this blog--I had fun with it but it never really came together with a cohesive direction.  I've found my calling, though, and have created this blog!  I have discovered a whole world of people who fanatically embrace the 50's lifestyle and I figured, well, I LIVED the 50's so I just might have something of interest to share with the younger crowd and some old farts, too.  Plus I

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Last week wasn't such a great week.  First I found out that Holly has heartworms and then we reached the unfortunate point in settling my mother's "estate" where nastiness has reared its ugly head.  When I opened the mailbox on Saturday, lo and behold, there was a little bubble pack filled with the cutest, sweetest little "happies".  A hankie, swizzle sticks, a tobacco leaf advert with some

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"The Green Mile" is one of my favorite movies, and I'm not ashamed to say that after watching it numerous times I STILL cry when they electrocute John Coffey ("just like the drink except not spelled the same") at the fictitious Cold Mountain Prison in Louisiana.  One of my favorite actors is Michael Jeter, who did a great job as Edouard "Del" Delacroix (and he did a pretty good job with the

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I'm the first to admit that I'm a bleeding heart liberal.  Card-carrying.  FLAMING, even!!  So when I said to hubby, "Hey, wanna go to that gun show in Laurel this weekend," well, he looked at me like I'd just suggested going to an orgy with space aliens and Karl Rove.  I mean, I drive around with THIS on my car: And this: And THIS!  Well, it's not political but I sure do love my Mudflap Man

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Handmade (not by me, lol) watermelon potholders, vintage apron, Halloween tea towel & socks, various pretty pattern notecards & notebook, crafty Christmas necklace, Japanese candy (and you get a prize--I've been eating this stuff since I was a kid), pearls, pins, salt & pepper, "Go Fish" card game, mini bottles, vintage makeup bag, Gloria Vanderbilt makeup bag, tea-stained lace runner, vintage

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Hey Mom! You just got a suspicious looking box from someone named Shara! Boo sniffing the box for bombs. It passed inspection. Here's some of what was in the Monkeybox box. My husband was fascinated with the Canoes of the New Zealand Maori kitchen towel. That's a rooster apron, a vintage sun bonnet, cute canister set, several salt & pepper sets (I collect them, so not a-one made it to the next

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Not that I need any proof that there's a God, but sometimes it's nice to see such beautiful evidence, right at my front gate.

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In honor of the cooler weather down here, which is TREMENDOUSLY WONDERFUL, I decided to go waaaaay pinky and girly with the blog.

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I am a card-carrying Barbie Fan Club member and probably have upwards of, oh, about 75 Barbies, all still in their packaging. They range from the Wizard of Oz series to the Alice in Wonderland Series to the DC Comics series (Black Canary, Supergirl, Wonder Woman and Batgirl) to The Carol Burnett Show "Went With the Wind" Barbie (one of my favorites--even has the curtain rod across the shoulders!)

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Before going any further, this is not me. I would not wear plaid shoes nor EVER wear a pair of pants with embroidery on the cuff and I'm not quite this plus-sized. As a matter of fact, I just started a Ticker for weight loss AND ordered a weight loss program called Slim In 6 -- it's one of those advertised on tv in the wee morning hours but I haven't ordered one of these since I succumbed to

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After visiting with relatives this past Sunday I stopped in at Bayou Moon Antiques in Mandeville, LA to say hello to Mandy. Unfortunately she wasn't working that day but the woman there was very nice. There is so much to look at here--things are all over the place inside and out--there is the main building (a former cottage) plus two storage sheds stuffed to the rafters, another shed that Mandy

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Everyone loves a good giveaway, and my niece-through-marriage-to-my-wonderful-nephew-Sean is celebrating her Blogversary with some really great stuff! Who wouldn't love a fabulous FREE PURSE?! Her new business sounds fascinating and although I have no idea where she's finding the time to do it, I know it will be a total success. Visit her blog here. Good luck!

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My husband provided me with built-in shelves all along the back wall plus a couple short ones on the side walls but we soon realized we'd need waaaaaay more storage space. He bought two freestanding units--this one holds MOST of my dinnerware collections. I say MOST. Note that the vast majority my collections either already belonged to me through inheritance/marriage or have been purchased one or

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I know it's not nice to be happy about the death of some of God's creatures, but I think Jesus and I are in agreement on this one. The only good lovebug is a dead lovebug. (Isn't this just the BEST Jesus souvenir EVER? Not only is the image one of my favorites, but it's decoupaged onto a souvenir cedar box stamped NEW ORLEANS LA and I bought it for a dollar at one of my local thrift stores). OK--

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A first glance, you would naturally think that a sane, normal person lived in this house. Perhaps the landscaping leaves something to be desired, but hey, it's freaking HOT down here.A close-up reveals a front porch already tastefully decorated for Fall. There's a lovely pond surrounded by mature oaks and cypress trees. Happy turtles and bass of various sizes often enjoy snacks of stale bread

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As promised, some photos of some of the plantation homes I saw on my little River Road jaunt. I've included some interesting links if you're inclined to read more. This is Ormond Plantation--most of the land surrounding the home and outbuildings has been developed into upscale planned communities. What's interesting when you visit these plantation homes is that they really aren't as big as they

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Decided to drive to Birmingham last Wednesday to do what I could about selling Mom's place, plus I wanted to visit my Dad With The Broken Neck (he's doing great--a positive attitude will work wonders). Took Boo to the vet and left lots of food and water for Poonie with instructions to try not to vomit all over the place. When faced with unlimited amounts of food, Poonie eats too much too fast

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As I drove lazily (to the chagrin of the drivers behind me--every time they passed me, I got glared at. Eh.) down the River Road, I started to wonder where the plantations were--all I kept seeing were teensy weensy little towns nestled one after the other along the levee. On further research after I got home, I found that these towns were settled by either free plantation workers or former

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I'm one of those people who just likes to drive around and see stuff without any particular destination in mind. Last weekend I was a little depressed, Mike was offshore, and Holly & I hadn't traveled about the countryside in awhile. I thought about going to the flea market but you have to carry your dogs and even being a Chihuahua and all, she's just too heavy. To put it bluntly, she's fat.

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I have always been my own best friend, for better or worse. I like being with me and don't always feel like being around other people. Perhaps that's why I don't tend to nurture relationships like I guess I should, but it always seems that some people I'm friends with tend to think I'm there simply to listen to their problems. Don't get me wrong--the greatest gift you can give as a friend is

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70 years ago one of the all-time great movies appeared--The Wizard of Oz--based on a magical book by L. Frank Baum. For a short time in my youth, we were in possession of nearly ALL of the original Oz books and I was at just the right age to be able to read them and imagine myself as one of Ozma's pals. Actually, I much preferred Ozma over Dorothy--she was smart and brave and beautiful and

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Over the years, I've placed much of my vintage furniture and collectables in my guest room and it has evolved into my favorite spot in the house. When Mom would come to visit (before she moved in full-time) she'd always call the guest room the "Victorian Room" and would often find little gifts for me that she'd designate for the room. I also have gorgeous formal photographs of my

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When I look at this wine bottle label, I see the words "Cabernet" and "Sauvignon" and think, "Oh, yummy!" It appears the State of Alabama looked at this label and thought, "Porno!" For details, read this. What do YOU think?

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Every time I drive to Birmingham to visit the family, I pass a sign on the interstate that invites you to visit a designated historic site in Kewanee, MS. Kewanee is a little east of Meridian, MS, if that means anything at all to you. It should--Meridian has one of the remaining Dentzel carousels! It's the The Simmons & Wright Grocery/General Store Kewanee is at the halfway point of my 5 hour

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On Sunday, my friend Dawn, her daughter Devyn and yours truly drove to New Orleans to take in a Psychic Fair at The House of Broel on St. Charles Avenue. I was actually there because of the Dollhouse Museum mentioned on their website, but because it was a psychic fair I signed up to have a nice young woman pick out some gemstone beads and chips for me (without asking me any questions but I

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One of the downsides to collecting vintage artwork is that you get it after it may have hung on a wall for years getting caked with dust and cigarette smoke. Or it was hidden away in a damp basement or an attic full of mold and/or creepy-crawlies.These are great vintage paint-by-numbers, both coated with shellac that has turned dark over time (the photos have actually been lightened!). They're

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What's amazing is that I bought ALL of this for $10.85!!! Just like the big girls on the West Coast, although there are a few of you who would probably have gotten away with all this for 50 cents or something . . . But for me, I'm stoked. Here's what I got:Blue satin throw pillow with lots and lots of beads, "Galaxy Quest" and "Sinbad" books, empty cookie tin with cover by Norman Rockwell,

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Walter Cronkite died Friday at age 92. Another piece of my past crumbles away.

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I set out for an estate sale last Saturday and as I was driving Highway 49 from Hattiesburg to my destination just below Jackson, I saw a funeral motorcade going the other way towards Hattiesburg. Usually there are one or two motorcycle cops leading these processions, but there had to have been at least six or seven for this one. Another thing I noticed were the vast number of REALLY NICE CARS

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Let me start off by saying that due to the fact that my extended family here is a little on the "conventionally unconventional" side, this is actually how I spent my FIFTH of July. Why share the park with hordes of people when you can have it all to yourself? So on Sunday, we met up at the Fairview-Riverside Park in Madisonville, LA. Situated on the banks of the Tchefuncte River, it is

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First, a major score at America's Thrift Store. Let me just say that, considering that most of the inventory in these stores is junk (not junque), they are not exactly thrifty. In fact, they overprice much of the recognizable collectibles. HOWEVER, if you search, you will find. For your enjoyment, I present an actual Arthur Court serving piece dated 1995 . . . for $1.98!!! I LOVE Arthur

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One of the characters on The Andy Griffith Show/Mayberry RFD was the town drunk, Otis Campbell. Andy thought Otis was sad but amusing, while Barney spent most of his time with Otis getting frustrated and shrieky. Living in the Deep South, we know all about contradictions, a big one being that everyone is supposedly against the consumption of alcohol but every town has its share of tipsy Aunt

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I keep saying I'm going to post and then something comes up and another day goes by and no post but the world keeps turning and the sun comes up so it's not completely tragic that I'm so freaking LAZY!! Went to the Alabama/Florida state line to show my 24 year old niece and her mom (my sister) a good time at the FloraBama Lounge. I think we succeeded . . . That's Corinne ("Tink") in the middle

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Been bad about posting and have to put the curtain down on the estate sale weekend since ANOTHER weekend has come and gone. And whoa doggies, wait til I show y'all what I unearthed at the flea market. Yes Virginia, there IS a Santa Claus and he has a booth at the A-1 Flea Market/RV Park!Here are the cool hats, the White Grandma Goes to Town hats. I am old enough to have had grandmothers who would

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Every so often you have to throw caution to the winds and buy something completely outrageous. I NEVER buy shoes anymore unless they're flip-flops from Walmart (or if I'm feeling flush, Target), but when I was in Covington, LA the other day, these spoke to me like Jimmy Choo and Christian Laboutin used to speak to Carrie Bradshaw. These are definitely go-out-to-dinner-at-a-really-nice-place

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I bought this box mainly for the box itself, not what's inside, which consisted of 5 metal clips, a bunch of flat pieces of metal imprinted "This Side Up" and what looks like sections of a chalk eraser. I have absolutely NO idea how this was used. Not that I'm averse to doing something with my hair other than washing it and leaving the wind to do the rest, but this Lady Carole stuff scares me.

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The weather was being touted as PERFECT for the weekend, so what's left to do but get in the pickup and hit a few estate sales--and hit 'em I did. I decided to skip the first day of the sales since I figured that the professionals (translation: grabbers, pushers, dealers) would be there bright and early and both sales were too far away to get up before dawn for, just to get mad at someone and

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This is a Skeeter Vac. Before the Skeeter Vac, I was known as Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner to the neighborhood mosquitoes. I could not sit outside to enjoy a cocktail in the evening without dressing in socks, tennies, long pants, long sleeve shirt buttoned up to the neck -- followed by a head to toe spray of "Off". Obviously, I could not stay outside very long dressed like this in 90 degree heat

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I have had some altercations with friends and family and that has sort of bummed me out this week. Then yesterday I went to a garage sale and just as I pulled up, a big pickup zips by me, parks really close to the sale tables, and this ole fat redneck jumps out of the truck, literally runs to the tables and starts grabbing EVERYTHING! I had politely parked my truck so that other people could park

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Well, I'm at it again. Driving myself nuts and going blind trying to find information using Google. Yesterday, I was moving more stuff from the house to the shed--LOTS of stuff, and this pops up:"Oh yeah," I said to myself and the plate, "I remember you--I paid $2 for you at the flea market a year ago. And I still don't know what you are, other than milk glass." (Oh c'mon--you know you talk to

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I've been having a bit of luck lately finding good costume jewelry--I think it's because in a past life I was a crow and anything big, sparkly and ostentatious attracts me like a moth to a flame (or a crow to a bauble, duhhhhh). So there I was in a favorite thrift store I visit regularly, and I'm really not seeing anything that strikes my fancy. Plus, like everywhere else, someone in the back has

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"In Flanders Fields" By Lt. John McCrae, Canadian Army, 1872-1918("Abstract Red Poppies" by K. Spike)In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row,That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders

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I am extremely proud of several members of Mike's family who are or have been recent military. Mike's sister Julie has three sons and a daughter. The oldest, Mark, is a career Marine who was in Iraq three times and is now a drill instructor here in the States (prior to Iraq, he starred on the Military Channel's "Tank School" as the tough, profane--yet loveable--instructor. I'm sure he would not

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It seems that many of the blogs I read are about super great cheapo deals that are a regular weekly occurrence. I've been whining about this until my husband pointed out that, amongst all my stuff that is slowly filling up the shed, there ARE some things that were amazing finds.Flea market this weekend: $2 for all of this, which included a long strand of pretty magazine strip beads, 2 Monopoly

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You remember "In Living Color" and all the hilarious characters: Wanda, Fire Marshall Bill, Men On Film, Jennifer Lopez . . . This video has to be one of the all-time best parodies--it ranks up there with the best of Weird Al!

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I'm not sure when this was taken, but probably in the 70's. There are so many things that have happened since then--two have passed, everyone who was married or got married has been widowed or divorced and some remarried. That's me in the upper left corner with the long blonde hair--#2 sister Sally to my left, #3 sister Susie sitting in front of me, and #4 sister Cynthia next to her. Cynthia

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Friday and Saturday was an orgy of driving and sweating (and buying). I drove north of Jackson, MS for an estate sale (2-1/2 hour drive from home) and found some great things, as one usually does at estate sales. It was being run by a professional service, so I figured they'd know what was valuable and price it accordingly, but I did manage to get some good bargains. This Foley Bone China "

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Just after we started our trip to Illinois, a bee hit the windshield and became entangled in the wiper blade. Hurtling down the highway at 70 mph, he managed to turn himself around to face the oncoming wind. That's when we noticed that he wasn't exactly 100% ok as his impact with the windshield had apparently messed something up in his little bee body. He actually hung on for another 10 minutes

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Yesterday the guys came over to nail up the siding on my shed. As soon as they started banging away, I thought to myself, "Hmmm, there's an awful lot of glass stacked up over there. Maybe I should make sure everything is safe." But then I got interested in someone's blog and then I started playing Bejeweled and then I drank some tea and then . . . "Hey, you better come over to the shed. We heard

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After driving to southern Illinois for a family wedding (with a ROCKIN' reception), spending a week at my in-laws' house, driving to Birmingham AL to have dinner with my dad, sisters, and their hubbies, THEN driving through a most horrible thunderstorm/wind event/torrential downpour . . . lordy, I'm glad to be home. I missed my little patch of heaven on earth!!!

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Everyone of a certain age remembers either receiving or at least seeing the old Paint By Numbers kits. I certainly do--and remember how proud I was at having created a work of art, in MY mind, at least. Apparently there has been a great hue and cry over whether or not Paint By Number is art, but art has always been a matter of taste and NO ONE is going to dictate whether or not I think something

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Here's my husband, Mike. When this picture was taken, he was filling tiny plastic cups with candy and nuts preparing for his parents' 50th wedding anniversary. He doesn't look like a nut cup filling kind of guy, but there are many things about Mike that surprise people. Like how romantic he can be--one day I came home from work to find these flowers:with a beautiful handwritten note (and a

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The perfect place for cold cream and red lipstick! Dinner at Eight for Eight--"Flamingo Pink" Pyrex and lots of milk glassI get emails from a service that tells me about estate sales within 500 miles of me--had to give such a huge amount of miles since there aren't many estate sales around here. There was one listed for Lucedale, MS (1-1/2 hours from me) that said "Cottage Estate Sale". So I

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The shed is almost finished! See my big ole front porch?! You can't store anything on a front porch (oh please girlfriend, you're living in the South--where's the refrigerator?) but you can have a rocking chair to collapse in after a hard day of junking. And the dogs already love the cool concrete floor, a perfect place to lie when the heat and humidity become unbearable. Which has started to

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Yesterday I drove down to the Mississippi coast (Gulfport/Biloxi) to check on how things are going down there. The worst devastation was at the water's edge, where the Gulf of Mexico crashed onshore, knocked down everything in its path until it got to the railroad tracks nearly a mile inland, and then carried what it had knocked down back out into the Gulf. Which left oak trees and concrete pads.

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Meet Edgar, The Cat Who Loved Only Me. This is a pretty big deal for me since most of my so-called animal friends usually preferred someone else over yours truly. I first met Edgar when Mike & I went to visit our friends Robert & Ellen. Ellen had Edgar since he was a kitten, but when Robert moved in, for some reason he couldn't stand Edgar. Maybe the fact that Edgar saw no problem with jumping

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There are two flea markets that I visit about once a month in this little bitty town, but what I really love is this little park with old timey buildings. One of them is a general store with an old gas pump or something, and a cool Conoco sign that I would love to have hanging on MY property.Princess Running Water did NOT use these facilities, loath though she was to pass up a bathroom. And then

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I bought this tintype of a little girl at a street fair last year. I'm thinking the photo was taken in the 1880's, maybe? I also bought one of a little boy about her age. Why didn't anyone smile back in those days? Was having your picture taken a really bad thing? I know some cultures believe that if they're photographed they lose their soul. Ah ha! So now we know why models and actors are often

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The wisteria has been blooming like crazy around here, and it's an incredible treat--either growing wild in bushes and trees, or cultivated by human hands. It only lasts a short time, but it's a time of the year I look forward to for its sheer beauty.

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My brother-in-law sent me this picture with the following note: "Here is a picture of Toni getting a new Personal Record (PR) at Florida State on Saturday 3/28". Toni Marie is my sister Cynthia's daughter who lives with another sister, Susie, and her family. At least, Toni's birth certificate says she's Cynthia's daughter, but I personally believe that Toni was brought here by aliens because NOT

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Actual headline on the on-line version of the Picayune (Mississippi) Item. Where I live. Apparently the egg drop is a long-time big deal around these parts, and it's being postponed until Easter weekend. We've been getting some bad weather and what with the eggs being dropped out of an airplane, can't have the little kiddies get struck by lightning while they're pushing each other out of the way

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In 2005, Mike and some diver friends decided that this was the year they would go to that week-long descent into hell called the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. So I thought it would be neat for us to all have unique t-shirts that I, of course, would design. As you can see from the sketch above, my graphic artist didn't have much to work with. The final result turned out MUCH better. Since I had the

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I broke one of my beautiful pink cups the other day and have looked everywhere trying to find one at a reasonable price. Went to 5 yard sales this morning and they were just awful. Even the ever-present baby items were bad. Hit two junk stores and scored some cool stuff, but no cup. Even went to an antique mall in Slidell and of course had to buy SOMETHING there, but it's difficult to find

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Boo Baby (March 2005) A Bit Older Boo (Spring 2005) Headlights Hangin' out in the kitchen sink

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You gotta have a shed to store stuff in, at least until it falls apart like this one's doing--then you either buy a new one at Home Depot or stick your stuff in the local storage facility. I was wandering around Lacombe, Louisiana recently--I was actually trying to find a plantation and think I drove right by it without realizing it was what I was looking for. I do that alot, unfortunately.

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(OMG, it's Friday the 13th!!!) Anyhoo--"ska afar" is how they would say "sky afire" down here in Mississippi. I took this picture just as the sun was going down recently--those are the trees across the street from our house. We used to have trees on OUR side of the road but mean ole Katrina knocked a good number of them down. At least now I can get better shots of gorgeous sunsets. I'm no

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Mom passed away on January 26, 2009 after battling Alzheimer's for over three years. About a month and a half ago, she fell and broke her leg, which meant surgery--where she suffered a stroke. She died less than two weeks after the surgery and I know she just didn't want to go on any longer. In fact, she told me she was dying and of course I poo-pooed that . . . but she knew and I believe she was

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Having a Chihuahua, albeit a great big one (11 pounds) means you've been given a license to dress the dog. I think Holly is somewhat embarrassed by the costumes but she's such a mellow doggie that she goes along with being occasionally clothed. We've taken her to Barkus, the Mardi Gras parade for dogs, for several years (see photo of Flying Monkey, handmade by yours truly--I can't sew so the

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Of course you know that "what it is" is the Louisiana version of "what's this?" So in answer to "what it is" above, it's one of my art cards, which will eventually find its way to my niece, Corinne (hence the initials "C" and "A" on the card). I've made several of the cards, first using playing cards and then graduating to balsa wood I cut to about 3"x3", sand, wrap in stained glass window foil

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