Pattern Storage Revisited...

I went to the auction yesterday, but didn't really feel like spending money.  Yeah, I know that doesn't make sense.  But sometimes auctions can be like free museums of the truly odd and weird.  Cheap entertainment!  If I was going to buy anything it was going to be something to organize the junk that I already own, so I bought a weathered shelf for $2.00.  At this particular auction, if you ask for something to be separated from the lot, the price starts at $10.00.  Well, that's too rich for my blood.  So I usually wait for no one to bid and the price to go down to $1.00 before I start.  It's a complicated process.  But anyway,  this lot came up and I really wanted  one of those round pattern display things.

But I didn't want to pay $10.00 for it.  So I asked the guy who ended up buying the whole lot for $5.00, if I could buy one rack for $5.00 rendering him getting all that crap for free.  He had to think about it.  I know...auction people can be odd and weird.  Present company included.  Finally he agreed and I got my one rack.

So with a little bit of paint and a printed copy of a needle card for the display slot on the top-I have a lovely storage solution for my favorite vintage patterns.  Because believe it or not, that four-drawer dresser is full and I need more storage space for the patterns.  I guess I could have bought the Simplicity case, but it's kind of ugly.

Oh!  It swivels.  I don't know why but I like things that swivel.  (See aforementioned odd and weird comment).  

Smiles,

Lisa

Fifteen Years

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It is my anniversary and I didn't even know it.  The years go by so quickly.  I remember that day like it was yesterday.  It was early evening and I had sat down at my computer and unhooked the telephone line and connected the phone line into the back of the machine.  To do this I had to get down on hands and knees, pull the cord tight and make sure to remember to step over it when I got up to go to the bathroom.  Then I pressed the button to connect.  America Online.  But before the pixelated logo came up on my screen, I had to listen to the screech and static of the connection.  Connecting-connecting-connecting-connecting-no seriously-connecting.  Pop.  There it is.  You've Got Mail.

On that summer evening in 1997, I was just beginning a very voracious habit of collecting vintage Barbie Dolls.  I was 27.  I was a member of an AOL Board dedicated to Vintage Barbies. I kept reading about something called eBay.  I went there.  I signed up and the rest is history.  I sold my first item.  A Malibu Barbie.  I laid her on my scanner for the picture.  She sold for double what I paid.

I only use eBay for printer ink and the occasional sewing supply now.  Gone are the days of breathless anticipation, waiting to see if you "won".  Oh nostalgia.

At least I have this.

No, I didn't download the eBay Community Member Anniversary Certificate to proudly display, even though I earned it.  If "earning it" means signing up 15 years ago and occasionally buying past date flea medication or buttons in bulk.  

Still, it's an honor.  Please don't feel obligated to send gifts.  After all, my 20th is coming right up.  

The Last Day

I found this nest in my driveway today.  There were no bits of egg shells or tiny feathers left.  No evidence left at all that a mother bird had built it and laid her eggs and hatched them.  Now they were all gone.  She had pushed them out of the nest and let them fall or fly.  Then she pushed the little home out of the tree so that they would have no reason to come back.  I wonder if she sat there and thought about the last day?   Did she feel sad that this part of her life was over?  Did she know exactly when she was going to let them go?  Did she count down the days, marking X's on a little bird calendar, watching the date and time approach with an equal amount of happiness, fear and heartbreaking sadness?

Today this little girl came home from her very last day of high school.  There are many-many days ahead full of new experiences and people and a whole wonderful life ahead of her.  Days that seem immeasurable and unending from where she stands right now.  I only hope she treasures each experience and doesn't wait until the last day to reflect on what it all meant.  

Now, if you will please excuse me.  I have to dry my tears and hire a bulldozer to rip this place APART.  What? I need to make sure she has no reason to come back.  That's what the best mothers do.  It's nature, damn it.

I love you, Kass and am very proud of who you have become.  You will fly.

The One Where Chi-Chi Rides a Turtle...

I am usually pretty good at handling things.  But sometimes, well sometimes I just don't know what to do.  


This guy was in the goat pen this morning.

He's a snapper.  Or most likely SHE'S a snappper.  I assume she's looking for a place to lay eggs.  So I should probably just leave her alone, right?  


Well, I don't have a problem with that.  Some of the others?  Well they are all in it for themselves and knowing there may be a possibility of a cookie or two, they forego common courtesy and possibly their own safety.  Did I  mention SNAPPING in describing this visitor.  As in SNAP.    

And not Ginger Snaps.  


Well maybe they'll leave her alone and no one will be bothered.  

Or not.  Most likely not.  Unless she enjoys being ridden by a goat.  No, I think I should probably do something about this.   


So anyone have any ideas on how to wrangle a snapper out of a goat pen?  Anyone?  I'll just be right here waiting for you to tell me what to do, 'cause I really am at a loss on this one.  

You Know What I Am?

Sexy...........HA!

But the goat house is clean.  

Dottie is tolerating my lack of hygiene, but I think I'm offending her.  

Jake, however, thought I was delightful.

But he was the only one.  I think I'll go shower now.  

Smiles from the farm,

Lisa