Monday, June 4, 2018

What is.."I knit this shawl myself"?

Any knitter happen to know this pattern? See worn by the winning contestant on Jeopardy tonight!



Sunday, June 3, 2018

Vintage Sunday: So Much Past!

There are ups and downs to having parents and grandparents who kept virtually everything. 

Ups:  You eventually own some very nice vintage things.

Downs: When downsizing, you constantly have a conflict going on in your head. Do I keep this, or try to give it away? It meant something to me at one point (or at least to someone from your clan from some generation past), but is it worth holding on to now? Keep the corset with bone stays. Toss the mortgage receipt book that your parents had on a house sold long ago. Keep brochure for the World's Fair circa 1909. Shred every bank statement from the 60's, 70's and on up from your parents and grandparents.

So, this leads me to two pop-up books that I had from my youth. One is Noah's ark. I hope that you see the little glimpses of humor throughout the images. I remember this book fondly. 

The other is a pop-up paper doll combo, copyright 1963. I don't remember playing with this as much. Ok, I don't remember it at all. Clearly, it was mine. I was the only girl in my family. But I loved things like bugs and animals when I was a kid. There's only one outfit that's cut out. I probably played with it, using wild animal figure toys or made my own family. Yes, I did march to a different drummer. So, here are some images:

Poor Noah's wife. Does not look happy doing the washing with a disgruntled monkey. Now on to a Fashionable Mom and a pipe smoking Dad of the 60's:






Dad mows the lawn one-handed while smoking his pipe. And the last outfit- cocktail and a cigarette?! Ahh, the 60's...
Oooo..Mom's outfits are so stylish! 
That's it! Enjoy the rest of your Sunday!

Saturday, June 2, 2018

I Live With Beasts.

I'm fortunate enough to live just far enough from a big city to enjoy the animals in the country. Although, my roses, hostas, and other plants have suffered from hungry deer. They walk right up onto my front porch and munch away. But I do like to see them and all the other wildlife. Like most of the U.S. these days, even coyotes are seen around here. 
But inside, apart from the occasional unwelcome ant or spider, I do have beasts living with me. They are my family members. 


This is Penny and Athena. Penny is an 11 year old pug who I adopted from a rescue when she was seven. She spins when she gets nervous or excited. She's like a curly tailed twister when she goes at it. She has a permanent look on her face that can be interpreted as stink-eye, concern, sadness or pensive.  Depends on who is interpreting. I just love her face. The eyes are so expressive.

Athena is my Boston Terrier. She is 13. If you have ever known a B.T., you know that she has spunk. They are quite a breed. I brought her home when she was 8 weeks old. Two years ago, she became totally paralyzed. She had two bulging discs in her neck that suddenly took away all movement below the head. I ended up driving her to a specialty veterinarian way off in the country during a raging thunderstorm on a Sunday night. He met me at his hospital and ended up working a miracle. It was worth every penny to have my baby walk, run after squirrels and get up on the couch again.


This is Bella, another rescue. She is 11 as well. She is the mischievous one. When she was younger, she used to get up on the kitchen table and steal things. Weird things. Once she ate 1/2 of pine nuts that were for Christmas cookies. She is always a source of entertainment in our house. 

And, there is Jolene. I am sure that she would like her own post, so we'll wait for another day. 

 Oh, and here's one of my pond residents...



Tomorrow is vintage Sunday. I have lots of little treasures to show you! Come back, and I'll show you a few...

Friday, June 1, 2018

Fiber Friday: What's On And Off The Needles.

So, I'm not all about introspection and trying to figure out my life. I'm a knitter. Wanna see? I'll have goodies for you every Friday. Let's get to it:


This is a baby blanket knit for the Granddaughter of a fellow blogger that I've never met. But I consider her a friend. Through the years, I've knit her socks to wear in her Northern climate. Here are the socks that are going to be mailed to her with this gift:



I do like knitting socks. It's such a portable project. Any waiting room anywhere becomes much more bearable with a sock project in your purse. I've knit in many doctor's waiting rooms and hospitals throughout the years. It's always amazing to me when a nurse or a patient comes up and admires my knitting and says, "I'm a knitter, too." We're out there! I even had a flight attendant discuss knitting with me while flying across the country on a late flight.

So that's it for Fiber Friday.  See you soon.

Thursday, May 31, 2018

So Let's Skip to 2018, Shall we?..

So, I started this blog when I was gaining strength and happiness while learning to live alone. I loved it. I did. I came home to my dogs, I had friends over when I wanted, I could cuss at my mower when it cut out on me and I could knit until way past midnight. I watched a lot of Bravo TV.  I can still do these things. But the one thing that I missed was a partner. I missed someone who VALUED me. Somehow that got lost in the last relationship. And it went both ways.
The wind-up to all of this is that 2 years ago, a man fell into my life who is everything that I was missing. He values me, he loves me and he treasures me. That might sound really corny, but it is a very impactful thing to hear someone say about you. My former SIL told me that I needed someone who adores me. He told me that he does. Without being prompted to do so. Magic. Amazing.
Ok, enough mush. I am at a crossroads in my life. I go to work each day, but am so looking forward to retiring. I'm trying to work this out sooner than later. The ocean calls me. I have enough fiber upstairs to knit around the world (slight exaggeration). I have friends to see and things that I want to do. I HAVE A GRANDCHILD!
The last one makes me want to retire tomorrow. Of course the fact that she's on the other side of the country does make it a little difficult, but I'm up for some traveling!
That's it for now. I'm back! I'll probably start posting pictures of knitting, dogs, beasts in my yard, architecture from places that I visit, and just plain life. Hope you come along.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Changing your surroundings.

When I was left with my house after the divorce, I wanted to stay here. My dilemma was that every corner screamed, "The marriage". So, I went about changing that. He took a lot of stuff with him, which was good. So the empty spaces were filled with the new. Art and decor was what I wanted. It conveyed an empowerment that I developed all on my own.

My biggest and most symbolic gesture was to sell my wedding rings to help pay for a complete bedroom overhaul.  I changed everything except the furniture. But I did revamp some of it with new drawer knobs, etc. After I was done, you would never think that it was the same room.

The back yard became my sanctuary. New patio. New landscaping. Lots of bird feeders. A lounge chair for morning coffee.

I recommend this for every woman who wants to move on, but doesn't want to move out of the house where your marriage floundered and fell. You can change your surroundings and still feel at home. Let it become your place! A place to come home to and feel safe so that you can move on with your life.  It's called home improvement.  It's also life improvement.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Welcome

Well well well..You have stumbled onto my blog. I am Minerva. No, that's not my real name. But it gives me some sophistication (of which I am sadly lacking). I clean up well, but I have no problem loudly calling my lawn mower a fucker when it cuts out on me.  I live with dogs, which keeps me grounded. I come from a good family, which gives me that "glass half full" feeling most of the time.

I was married for eons, and then one day I received a call from an angry stranger that changed everything. What I had always wondered, became reality.

So life goes on. It's been 2 years. There's been some dating. I did wait until the divorce was final. After all, I get along quite well with Mr. D's family to this day. I wanted to show everyone that I could do things in the right order.  I decided that I needed a man at least 8 years older than I am. Somehow my twisted brain did the math, and this was the amount of time that that I calculated would separate the men from the boys.  Not so much. The older they get, the more they have to prove that they are not dead yet. This is displayed in several ways. Most of these ways are annoying.

So follow me for a while, as I wade through my new life. I will try to keep it light and not bore you.