Monday, November 10, 2014

Busy, Busy, Busy

Hello my friends.  
I have been so busy this last week.
I don't have anything to show you right now.
In a few more days I will.
This project has been a S.L.O.W. process.
My Mother's Singer Sewing Machine. 
 1948
I am so excited to show it to you.
But, I am not quite finished with it.
I can tell you it is beautiful.
I am do happy with how it has turned out.
So just be patient with me.
These types of things take a long time to complete.
I will be back in a short time to 
Reveal the finished project.
Hugs,



Wednesday, November 5, 2014

My Thankful Heart

Well, hello my friends,
I hope you are happy and doing well today.
I have given myself a challenge to be more 
Thankful.
I have always thought I was a thankful person.
I do recognize the Source of my many blessings.
But, I believe I can search a little deeper into my heart.
And I will find I have much more than I had realized.
So. . . with that I decided this month of November
Was a good time for me to search deeper.
Oh, but I won't stop at the end of November.
This will be my daily quest. . .. Thankfulness.
I want to share with you the thoughts I have had in the last few days of my journey.
My Faith.
I am so thankful for my Faith in a Living God.
I have a firm testimony of His Infinite love for me.
I am thankful beyond words for the Savior, Jesus Christ.
Without Him in my life. . .I don't know how I could function.
It is through my Faith in Him that I am at peace.
He calms my troubled soul, He divinely rescues me.
I am thankful for Seasons
Not only the natural seasons of the earth.
But, I am thankful for the seasons of my life.

I am thankful to embrace the season of my life at this time.
I am thankful to enjoy the good days, and the days
That are difficult.  All days are part of my life journey.
And I am thankful for it all.
I am thankful for my Roots.
I am so thankful for my heritage.

I am thankful for the heritage of Grandmothers. . . for the women in my life
Who were nurturers and therefore passed the gift of nurturing to me.
I am Thankful for the gentleness and kind nature of these Grandmothers.
For they passed that gentleness and kindness to me.
My life was richly blessed because of them now I am blessing my family
And hopefully passing these gifts to the next generation.
I am thankful for those who have loved me.
My parents, who were young when they had me.
I only had both my parents for 7 years of my life.
My mother died, when she was 25 years old.  I was 7.
All my life I have grieved for her.  But as I search my soul
I have realized those 7 years was enough for me to know  I was loved.
With all my heart, I know someday in the eternities I will have both parents.
We will be a complete Family.
My Grandparents were the solid foundation of my life.
They were the ones that wiped my tears, and calmed my fears.
Especially my Grandma Dot.  It was her that taught me how to cope.
How to love, and how to be Thankful.
My Dad was my pillar of strength.  He showed pure fatherly love to me.
He was and always will be my Hero.
Through these wonderful people I have learned the value of
Family. . . Family Togetherness, and Love.
I am seeing my life through my Spiritual eyes.
And I am Thankful.
Please be sure to come back and see and read of
The things I am thankful for.
Have a wonderful day. . .and I hope you will search your soul
And see the world through different eyes.
So that you may be more Thankful.
Hugs,


Saturday, November 1, 2014

What? It is November?

Oh My Goodness!
It is November 1, 2014
Did we not just celebrate the 4th of July?
Oh, Good Grief. . .No!
It was Halloween we just celebrated.
Oh, dear, oh dear!
Where oh where does the time go?
Well, I spent Halloween day and night in be with a 
MIGRAINE!
Oh, yes, one of the massive most painful kind.
So when I awoke this morning. . .I feel like 
I have missed more than a day.
I feel like I have missed the last 6 months.
None the less. . .Time Marches On
I will get myself put together and greet 
November 
Properly, . . . . .. another day!
Until then I think I will stay in my jammies,
The wind is howling and a storm is coming.
Possibly snow in the valleys.

Oh, dear, Oh, dear. . Am I ready for this?
Hope you are having a warm comfy November 1st.
Be sure to come back.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

October Is?

Just what does this month mean to you?
There is so much. . .
I have three very special birthdays this month.
My youngest child, my son Mark.
His wife, Shelly, also has a birthday.
And my charming granddaughter, Brissa claims this month.
 Of course October is 
Pumpkins galore. . soon to be 
 Jack-O-Lanterns
Memories of wagon rides on hay. . are some thing I think of               
 Sunflowers in gardens.
And no one thinks of them as weeds. . 
October is a rusty old truck. . that somehow is beautiful.
Everyone is WELCOME to gather in the home.
Sitting down to a warm bowl of soup.
Or watching a football game.
Simple pleasures become so much more precious.
October is. . .
Lest I forget a fun time for all.
The time of imagination. . .What will you be.?
Or who will you be?
I may not like scary. . .but there is something about
Children dressing in costumes that brings a smile to my face.
October is. . . . .
Come back and we will take a look at more of
October!


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The October Transformation

Hello, And how are you today?
Just seems that old calendar keeps flipping away 
the days and weeks,
And I am just not ready for changes.
Weather wise or Life wise.
But time marches on and waits for no one.
As the days are getting shorter and cooler. . 
I have finished up my 
October Transformation of my Home.
(nothing like the decorating I once did)
A little change in the home never hurt anyone.
As always you are welcome to my home.
The first thing you see when you come into my home is
The picture of  The Salt Lake Temple. . .
I love this picture.  It is a constant reminder to me of the things
That are most important to me.
The table is filled with vignettes for the season
A little October with a touch of Halloween.
I love decorating the top of my television armour.  
It is a cheerful addition to an otherwise blah television screen.
Little Precious October sits front and center.
I have quite the collection of Precious Moments.
And I have each month that I have a child with a birthday.
October is the month for my son, Mark, his wife Shelly and for
My granddaughter Brissa.
Always a pumpkin or two much be on display this month and
actually for next month too.  I just love little pumpkins.
Another group of pumpkins on the Beautiful Blue Buffet.
Notice also the table runner.  I made mine a little different from
my Darling Daughter's.  
This candelabra sits front and center 
for Halloween.
I made this many years ago. . of course with the help of my
Son-in-law. . .I found the junk at DI and he helped me
create this cute candelabra.  I just love it.
It was literally created from pieces of junk.
And of course the shelf, pretend mantle, is decorated.
I have said it many times before. . .
There Is No Place Like Home!
No matter where I roam, I like to come home.
I am just an old homebody.  I always have been.
Even as a child and a young girl and young mommy.
I wanted to be home.
I like stability. . .I don't like moving here and there. . 
I believe we must provide a stable home base for ourselves
And for our family.
And if at all possible I believe we should live close to family.
I know how it feels to not "feel at home".
I have wandered too and fro trying to find my home.
I hope those days are over for me.
Hope you are having a wonderful week.
Be sure to come back again, and see what I am up to next.
I have a big project waiting for me. . .I hope I have the energy to
Get it done.  
Hugs to you,








Thursday, October 9, 2014

To Paint or Not To Paint?

Hello friends!
Another beautiful October greeting.
So much loveliness surrounding me right now.
I had to make a trip to Home Depot this evening and when I
came out of the store. . .there in the beautiful night sky was the Moon.
It took my breath away. . it is so beautiful.  
Where I live the mountains are the backdrop to the sky
the Moon looked even more beautiful in that setting.
We live in a beautiful world. Don't we?
Well, my post isn't about the Moon it is far from that subject.
It is more along the lines of. . . .
Do you paint or Do you NOT paint.
Now there is an earth shaking decision.
Seriously. . .the trend right now is to paint 
EVERYTHING!
We would even paint water if we could.
But. . .are there times when you feel it is best to keep 
the natural look of the wood.
 This little chair I found at the thrift store.
It was in very bad shape.  Sturdy but scratched and ugly.
I painted it. . .Turquoise. 
I like it very much painted.
 This chair I recently found at the thrift store.
As you can see it has some scuff marks and scratches.
It is as solid as could be. Does not wobble at all.
Beautiful maple wood.
 I debated and looked at the chair a million times.
My Great-Aunt has always told me the
piece will let you know what to do.
To paint or not to paint.
You will even get the feel of what color to paint it.
(No I am not crazy. . )
You can see from the picture, I kept it natural.
I used a Gel-Stain. Min-Wax
Maple is the color.
 I am very happy I left it natural.
It just took a small amount of sanding.
The stain went on very smoothly.
For this chair I am glad I did not paint it.
I still love the beauty of wood.
I also love painted pieces.  It just depends.
I seldom have the cushion on the natural chair. 
I just like the look of the natural wood chair.
I also like the turquoise chair. . .I love the color and it
looks pretty wherever I place it in my home.
I also like the red and turquoise together.
Now. . another decision.
I have my mother's old Singer Sewing Machine.
1948
The year I was born.
After my Dad ruined Grandma Dot's Treadle.
He bought my Mom a new Singer Sewing Machine.
Thank goodness I have it. . .but it needs some tender care.
Actually it shows it's age. . .it is close to 67 years old.
It has traveled a lot of miles. It has sewed a lot of stitches.
The head is in perfect condition and I can still sew with it.
I still have all the attachments.
It has been sitting in my son's shed.
And I decided it was time to put Momma's sewing machine on display
in my Home.
But, what to do. . .Do I paint it. . or Do I leave it natural.
For several weeks it has sit at the end of my kitchen.
I have studied it. . I have thought about it.
And it has spoke to me.
I will restore it to it's former beauty.
I will leave it in it's natural wood. 
No Paint. . .Nope. . it will be sanded. . and stained and waxed.
This beautiful Singer Sewing Machine will be a cherished
piece of History. . .passed to my children and then to my grandchildren.
And on through the generations.
I believe I heard it correctly.
Natural Beauty!

Hope you are having a wonderful week.
Hugs,



Wednesday, October 8, 2014

A Vintage Singer Sewing Machine With a Story

Hello, dear friends!
Beautiful October blessings to you.
It has been gorgeous where I live.. . . But
As with everything, there is a change in the forecast.
That is ok. . .that is why I love living here. . 
The weather is always changing.  
Ya, gotta love it!
I have a sweet little story to tell.
I have had this old treadle Singer Sewing machine for 
50 years.  
It belonged to my Grandma Dot.
If you follow my blog you know that my Grandma Dot
is very special to me. . .she raised me.
She is my Mom's Mom!
Anything that belonged to Grandma Dot I cherish and hold
dear to my heart.
As you can see this Singer Sewing Machine is not in very good condition.
I do have the oak cabinet it goes in.  I want to get it all cleaned up and 
looking nice and refinish the cabinet.
I was interested in knowing a little about the machine so I looked
on a data base that the Singer Sewing Machine Co. has
I found the serial number on the machine and looked it up.
This particular machine was made in 1869-1874.
Well, that was long before my Grandma Dot was born.
So, I did a little research.
I believe this machine belonged to my Great-Great Grandma Taylor.
I won't go into the details of why I believe this, but needless to say
it is a very old machine and I treasure it for the simple fact
I have it and it belonged to my Grandma
And it has a story.
That is why I love old things, they have a story.
My Dad told me this story many years ago about this machine.
Besides being in poor condition from neglect. The sewing machine
has a SCAR. Can you see it.  On the base under the arm.
One day after a very trying day with three young sons that had
done something "stupid", I ask my Dad. . 
"Dad did you ever do anything stupid like ruin a good piece 
of equipment because you just wasn't paying attention?"
Oh, did my Dad laugh!
"Yes, I did". I did plenty of stupid things when I was young.
And I still do stupid things even now."
Then he told me the story of the
Singer Sewing Machine 
It was 1947 my mother was expecting me.  She was making baby clothes and
blankets for me.  She had borrowed my Grandma's Singer Sewing Machine.
After many weeks of sewing, she had my Dad return it to Grandma.
So. . .Dad loaded the Singer in the trunk of his old 1944 Ford and
started down the road to Grandma's house.  Along the way he saw a friend.
So he stopped to chat with the friend.  He got out of the car with the car engine still
running and the gear in neutral. . . He and the friend were chatting and 
suddenly my Dad saw the car rolling down the road.  He ran after it. . 
He reached the Ford just as it hit an irrigation ditch and knocked the 
Singer Sewing Machine flying out of the trunk.
Landing in the road!
Broken in half!
Oh, dear! How was he going to tell Grandma, that he had done such
a stupid thing? My Grandma depended on the sewing machine to 
make all the clothing for the family.  My Mom depended on it too.
Times were hard. . money was scarce and sewing machines cost
more money than my Dad could afford.
Well, he sadly took the sewing machine to Grandma.
He told her
he had a friend who could weld the machine back together.
 The welding job wasn't that good.  It is rough and unsightly.
The Singer Sewing Machine never worked the same.
My Dad did the best he could to fix his "stupid" foolish  mistake.
My Grandma was one of the sweetest, kindest, forgiving person 
 Grandma Dot accepted my Dad's effort to mend his foolishness.
That happened 67 years ago, I have the machine in my possession.
More than having this beautiful Vintage Singer Sewing Machine
I hold dear the story that goes with it.  It has a lot of symbolism.
Even with the scar, this machine is beautiful.
It has a history. . .
We all make mistakes. . and sometimes our attempt to fix the mistake
Is rough and unsightly.  But to Jesus Christ who makes everything
New again, He takes care of the rough edges and unsightly look.
He sees beyond the Scar, He can see the beauty in the detail.
He sees with an Infinite Eternal Eye.  
I have the old Singer Sewing Machine, I will take good care of it.
It will be all shined up and in a refinished cabinet.
Oh, by the way. . my sons made it through that foolish, stupid escapade
Only to go on to other foolishness.  But isn't that what life is about.
We learn from our mistakes, and for some reason, we still 
make stupid foolish mistakes again.
I have done my fair share.
Hugs, to all