Saturday, February 14, 2015

Teacup and Friend

Just about running on empty lately, so will simply share some photos I took today of a sweet teacup I picked up at a sale I attended with a friend last week. Of course, a certain Sweetie kitty photobombed my shots, and made herself at home!

I'm ready for my close-up, Mr DeMille.

Being a star is so exhausting.

That's all for this post! Wishing you peace, love, and a wonderful week ahead,

Sunday, February 1, 2015

A Garden Perspective

The only time there have been four blooms on this tulip plant,
so that year I took several photos.

I can remember when I first began watching episodes of the British comedy Keeping Up Appearances on our local PBS station. I think it was about the year 2000, but might have been a year or two later.

I thoroughly enjoyed this show, but there was an expression, or terminology, they used from time to time that perplexed me. Hyacinth frequently suggested to Richard that he go work in the garden. The thing was, the garden would turn out to be one rose bush in the front yard. So I would wonder, "Where's the garden?"

Finally, being a bit slow, I figured out that the word "garden" in England was the equivalent of, at least at times, the word "yard" here in the States. 

I was thinking about that not long ago and decided I really liked the word "garden" better than "yard." It has a nicer connotation, and it has made me realize that if I view my plain old yard as a garden, then it's quite worthy of taking "a turn in" or "a stroll around," humble though it may be.

Our perspective in life is so important, don't you think? The old half empty or half full question. Is my life a yard or a garden? And, as with these different perspectives taken a few years back of my one lone tulip plant, do I dwell on the scars or the flowers in life?

Suddenly my simple yard has become a treasure to me because the Brits taught me to see it as the garden it is. I'm going to keep trying to apply that to my life, too.

Despite being mowed over early on, these lovely tulips had a good life!
And if you go to the bottom of my blog, you'll see they were given a permanent home here :O)

I will meditate on your wonderful works.
Psalm 145:5

Thanks so much to those of you who comment so faithfully and say such nice things. You are some of my favorite flowers in my garden!

I pray your week will be a "bouquet, b-u-c-k-e-t, bouquet" of blessings,

Monday, January 26, 2015

A Pillow and Teacup

Sorry I'm late posting what's apparently turned out to be my once-a-week post! Sad. But then, if I try to place too many rules on my life at this point, it'll take all the joy out of it!

I decided I hadn't shared this teacup (I don't think) or this pillow that I made. There are hooked pillows and rugs, and then there are hooked (with beautiful craftsmanship) pillows and rugs. Mine was a simple project that I made for my mother many years ago. When I was going through her things and it wasn't turning up, I figured it hadn't made one of my parents' many moves. But finally there it was! Squished in a box in the garage. Poor humble pillow! But it has that precious connection with my mother, so I was glad to have it.

pillow back

I think the teacup was hers as well. Royal Vale from England. It's rather dainty even though it looks contemporary. It is between a demi and a regular teacup in size.

Remember my cross-stitch Santa pillow I shared maybe a couple years ago? Still haven't finished it. But that's not as bad as the pillow below! I made this Dresden pattern in a class, I'm thinking in the late 1970s. I gave it to my mom to sew up with her sewing machine, and had forgotten about it when I came across it in her things. Perhaps I'll just frame it or make it a wall hanging since my pillows have to be protected from four curious kitties. But with my track record, it likely won't be anytime soon!

A couple quotes from The Young Clementina by D.E. Stevenson:

[After a weekend visit to Hinkleton Manor for the christening of her niece Clementina, Char thinks]: 

It took me weeks to regain the small modicum of resignation with my lot which I had previously achieved. 


It is my birthday, today, Clare, and I have bought a tiny cake. Perhaps you will think it rather a foolish thing for a woman of thirty-five to do--to buy a birthday cake and eat it all by herself with a dream [imaginary] companion, for her birthday tea; but I have missed so much in life that other women take as their due that you must forgive me my foolishness. 

It's not my birthday, but perhaps it's yours? I loved this book. The main character writes down all her worries and thoughts about her life to a woman she just happens to meet (on a bus, I think), has a brief conversation with, doesn't even get her name, yet afterwards feels they would have been best friends given the chance. I thought it was a genius approach for a book.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Psalm 51:12

Blessings, and I pray you are more than happy with your lot! But if that isn't the case, we have Jesus to tell all our thoughts and worries to. He has the answers, and He is the answer to what's troubling us.