Goodbye, England's Rose

Do you remember where you were and what you were doing 10 years ago today? I do, and I have the photos to document it!

Ten years ago last Wednesday, I boarded an airplane bound for London, where I spent the next semester doing a Study Abroad through my university. August 31 was a Monday that year and it was a Bank Holiday That weekend is also the Notting Hill Carnival, which took place just a few blocks from where we stayed. Wow, was that ever an experience for a bunch of sheltered BYU students!
August 31, 1998 was also significant for one other major reason--it was the one year anniversary of the death of Princess Diana. The building where we lived was just across the street from Kensington Gardens which is of course home to Kensington Palace, where Diana had lived. After our eardrums were well and truly numbed by the Carnival, we walked over to Kensington Palace, where thousands of people had gathered to remember Diana. The huge iron fence surrounding the palace was packed with bouquets of flowers, cards, photos, drawings--all of the beloved People's Princess. I've never seen anything like it before or since.

In this photo I knowI have a weird look on my face. I wasn't sure what expression to make--a big cheesy grin seemed very out of place at such a somber occasion. I will tell you that I remember being so HOT that day! Even though it was the end of August it was unusually warm for London. I had bought that sweater and the jeans (those pants were SO cute! Wish I still had them) from the J.Crew outlet before I left and I was dying to wear them, even though they were much too warm for the day. The necklace I had just bought at what would become one of my favorite London shops, Accessorize.

The year previous, the year she died--I remember that too, although I don't have a scrapbook page about it. I was working at a scrapbook store at the time. That night we stayed open late for a crop, and I had the radio turned to my favorite station, which had a request show on Saturday nights. I remember hearing the DJs saying that someone called in to request "New Dress" by Depeche Mode, because it repeats the line, "Princess Di is wearing a new dress." They then went on to talk again about the news reports just coming in about her death, and I went into the classroom at the back of the store to announce the news to all the ladies there at the crop. That next week was the first week of my sophomore year at college, and I remember my roommates and I watching the coverage of her funeral on TV and crying. I had no idea that a year from then, I'd be able to see it all in person.
I can't believe it has been 10 years since I went to London. I had the time of my life in those three months! I actually still dream about London; strangely, in my dreams it never looks like it did in real life, but I always know that's where I am. These photos are scanned from a scrapbook page I did several years ago. I am maybe halfway done with my scrapbook from my Study Abroad and haven't done a page in literally years, so perhaps this fall would be a good time to get out my photos and get to work again.

Do you remember where you were when you heard the news of Princess Diana's death?

Good Junk

My blog absence last week was partly due to the fact that I went down to Southern Colorado to visit family for a few days. I've mentioned before what a great place it is for small-town thrifting, and once again it didn't disappoint. On my way out of town I hit a great garage sale! Here is what I bought:

The old dictionary is to cannibalize for art projects. I have no idea why I bought the red book with the lady but I think I can use it for display (apparently Rebecca and I have a similar affliction). The book on the right is most interesting. Here's what it looks like inside:

Beautiful, spidery copperplate handwriting! It is a very old composition book that the owner used as a place to copy poems. Each poem is dated at the bottom and at first I thought it was the date the poem was written, but upon further investigation I believe it's the date that the poem was copied into the book. Let's see a close-up of this particular poem's date:

Yup, that says 1882, folks! I think this definitely qualifies for the oldest thing I've found while thrifting. I love it! I can't wait to use the pages in my projects.

Next was a whole bagful of old hankies. I spent a relaxing afternoon earlier this week ironing each and every one. Hankies are the ideal thing to iron--no tricky cuffs or plackets to work around, and they're pretty to look at while you're working! Here are a few of my favorites:

And here is my very favorite hankie of the bunch:

Not only is it pink and turquoise, but it's a state souvenir, and it's from Colorado! A trifecta!


I cannot pass up pretty crocheted potholders, especially when they're in such lovely colors and such good condition. The jewelry will be remade, and there's also an old glass knob hiding in there. And would you believe that I once had a big bag full of those vintage Halloween cake picks? I sold it on eBay, and for not even that much money. Whoops! These may find their way into something for the Sweet & Sinister Halloween Swap.

This is a fun little trifle. It's not a hat, but I do believe it was meant to be worn on the head over the hairstyle. I thought maybe I can use it for Halloween somehow, as it does remind me of a spiderweb. If nothing else I can use it for parts. The bows are velvet ribbon and the little crescents are flocked as well.

And one last treasure:

This is a bit odd. It's definitely a veil, as there are small hair combs sewn on the underside but the lace feels very heavy, like it was a curtain panel or a tablecloth in a former life. Generally you expect a veil to have lace or tulle that is very fine and light, so that leads me to believe that this must have been homemade. The trim is vintage with pearl beads and rhinestones and it's gorgeous!

My goodness, I'm glad it's Friday! This has been a long, busy week and I'm worn out. Because The Mister is in the National Guard, they've been staying downtown for the past week to be available in case riots happened during the Democratic National Convention. Thankfully things were much more peaceful than everyone had worried they might be, and we are more than ready for DH to be done with all of that monkey business. We're leaving town next Wednesday for a week and I have a huge project for church to prepare for as it happens right after we get home, so that has me stressed. And I love my kid but she wears me out, so I'm eager for DH to come home and give me a break! Our plans for Labor Day are mostly to relax. Hope you all enjoy your long weekend!

Going for the Gold

Because one of my personal flaws is apparently laughing at people who fall, I find this video (currently making the email rounds) to be HILARIOUS, each and every time I watch.

Until yesterday, undoubtedly the most unusual piece of furniture I had in my house was this:

an old wooden greeting card display that once resided in the drugstore in a small town in Missouri. I bought it off of Craigslist in July 2005 from a man who had purchased the entire contents of said drugstore and was selling it off, piece by piece.

It seems the drugstore's doors had been closed (with merchandise still on the shelves) for the better part of the 1970s and 80s, giving it the air of a time capsule when it finally saw the light in 2005. When I purchased the card display it came with all of the old greeting cards and wrapping paper that had been on (and in) the unit when the doors closed. Can you imagine what fun I've had going through all those fab vintage cards?

When I bought the display I had the idea to use it for display of my black and white wedding photographs, a plan that never actually materialized. I did use it at Valentine's Day to display my vintage Valentine collection, and at Christmas it made a great place to show off the holiday cards I received in the mail. I loved having the large drawers in the bottom for storage of my to-be-eBayed treasures.

Even still, it never really fit in with the rest of my living room. Its size (large!) was awkward and took up too much of a room that's not big to begin with, and since I could never really make it into what I wanted, I decided to sell it and listed it on Craigslist a few weeks ago. It was purchased by a woman who is opening up a gift shop who plans to use it to display a line of greeting cards she'll be selling.

I'm a bit sad to see it go but mostly now I'm excited because I get to buy something new to fill that space! The front room is a little weird and not that functional right now, so I'd like to create a seating area or a reading space so that I can actually spend time in the room rather than just passing through. I loved this vignette from the most recent Country Living.

I already have a chippy white dresser and a great old chair like the one sitting beside it. Now I need to find an armchair and maybe something to use as an ottoman. The hunt is on!

Another (soldering) iron in the fire

For Christmas 2007 I hoped for and received a soldering iron and supplies. I've wanted to learn to solder for a while, ever since I first became acquainted with the work of the fabulous Miss Sally Jean. Despite my eagerness to learn, I wasn't brave enough to break out my supplies until just a few weeks ago. Given my propensity for klutziness, I was afraid I'd somehow singe my hair off or burn a hole in my carpet with the extremely hot soldering iron. I finally screwed up my courage, plugged in my cute pink iron and went to work.

What I found out is that soldering is hard. Really hard! My first piece was so bad that I didn't even take a picture, although I will keep it because someday when I finally get good at this, I can look back at where I started.

For Lucy or anyone else who wants to try their hand at soldering, the hardest thing is to resist the temptation to overwork the solder. Every time I'd think I'd just 'touch up' one little area, I ended up making it worse and then having to fix everything. I know that like everything, getting good at this is just a matter of practice, but darn it--I want to be good now, on the first try! Hmmph!

And because I'm shameless, here's a photo of my my third charm. After I took this photo I used my tiny file to smooth the bumps and rubbed some solder polish on it and though it does look better, I've a long way to go! Sally Jean need not worry about competition from me anytime soon.

It's coming...

....Can you feel it?

Fall, I mean. Can you feel it in the air? I can! I can feel it in the slanting sunlight, the cooler nights and mornings. I could definitely feel it this past weekend, when we had constant rain and high temps in the 50s. I'm thrilled! When I was younger summer was always my favorite season but now my heart lies in autumn. I love the cool nights and warm sunny days that we usually have here in Colorado. I love the warm colors and the yummy smells. And long-time readers of my blog know that I LOVE Halloween!!

I'm so excited to have joined ArtsyMama's Sweet and Sinister swap this year! My partner is Julie B, whom I attended Silver Bella with last year. We both love vintage-style Halloween things so I know it will be fun to put together a package for her. I've already started gathering ideas so that I can get cracking--it's almost September, so I need to get moving!

Have you been to Michael's this year to see the new Martha Stewart Crafts Halloween line? As usual for Halloween, Martha and her Minions didn't disappoint! You can see the whole collection here if you don't have a Mike's handy. Don't you think that big glittery black chandelier is wonderful? It looks very Wendy Addison, but at about a quarter of the price (especially if you use your 40% off coupon!) I'd already own it if I could have thought of a place to hang it in my house. I have wanted the tissue pompom kit ever since the line debuted last year so you can guess how I feel about the candy corn pompom kit! Again, the lack of a place to hang them is the only thing restraining me.

I have already purchased this fun picket fence punch, and I plan to use it on my Halloween party invitations this year. I'm sorely tempted by the drippy goo punch as well! And those darling cupcake papers? Those will be coming home with me on the next trip! It's safe to say where my 40% off coupons will be going for the next few weeks!

Last night at Target I picked up this fun t-shirt for $5.

I hate the sizing on their 'seasonal' shirts--they are sized for tiny people with no bust and short torsos, and that's before the shirt shrinks in the wash! But for $5 I'm okay with wearing it once or twice then getting rid of it. And really, how could I not buy this one? It's not just a chandelier, but a spooky chandelier! Love it. Bring on the pumpkins!

Miss Cookie Baker

You'd think August 15th would be a great day for a garage sale or a church picnic.

You'd think. However, when the thermometer still looks like this at noon and the rain hasn't quit for the last eight hours, you'd realize that a change of plans is in order!

We've checked out Mr. Cookie Baker from the library several times because Maren loves it. She can recite all the words from memory which is good because Mommy gets pretty darn tired of reading it after the 2,395th time. KWIM, fellow Mommies?

Maren has been asking me to make "sprinkle cookies, just like Mr. Cookie Baker" since we brought home the book again this week. What better time to fire up the oven and make cookies than when the weather outside is frightful? We put on our aprons and went to work.

A few hours and a flour-covered floor later we had several dozen pink-frosted and be-sprinkled cookies and one happy little Miss Cookie Baker!

(And for the record, we never broke 60 degrees yesterday, setting a new record minimum high temperature for that day. Ironic, since two weeks ago it was 103 and we set a new record high! Today is shaping up to be exactly the same as yesterday. Meanwhile, it's supposed to be 101 today in Portland, OR. I think there must be some sort of rift in the space/time continuum.)

Let's call it a "Stunt Dive"

I can never go back to preschool. Maren's preschool, to be exact. After what happened this morning, I'm far too mortified to ever show my face there again! Or until 10:45 this morning, when I have to go pick her up.

My husband will tell you that although I'm not a bad dancer, I seem to display an appalling lack of physical grace at home. I can't tell you how many times I've walked into the sharp corner of the foot board of our bed, leaving a huge nasty bruise on my thigh. I regularly cut corners too close, whacking my hips on the kitchen island or slamming my upper arms on the door frames. Just yesterday I hit my knee on the lower cabinet in the bathroom, right before I was to visit a physical therapist for that very knee. Given my track record, I guess what happened today shouldn't have been much of a surprise.

I walked Maren to school and while we waited for the teachers to open the doors, she wanted to go play on the swings on the gravel playground. I left her with her friends and walked toward the classroom door to sign her in. I was in the process of saying 'hello' to a mom that I just met at a birthday party on Saturday when I caught the toe of my sandal on the lip of the blacktop and WHOOMP--down I went! Right in front of that mom, and all the other assorted moms and dads who were standing around waiting to drop off their kids. It was no small fall, either. I believe the technical, IOC-recognized term for that maneuver is "ass over teakettle". My sunglasses flew off and every shred of dignity I had went with them.

All the moms were completely shocked and horrified and asked if I was okay, to which I replied that I was, aside from being COMPLETELY MORTIFIED. I had rocks stuck in my knees and hands and the side of my leg was all scratched up. At which point I brushed off the rocks and threw my hands up in salute just like the men's gymnastics team! Okay, not really, but that would have been really funny and very a propos. What I really did was get Maren into the classroom and speedwalk across the playground just as fast as my scraped-up legs could carry me so that I could be alone with my shame and embarrassment.

When I came home I called my sweet husband, who laughed like a hyena when I told him my plight and then offered me the loan of his bike helmet for when I take Maren to school on Thursday.

Oh, it's okay, I was laughing too. Actually I was doing that hysterical lauging/crying thing because now that I think back on it, I must have looked pretty hilarious--such was the spectacle and grandeur of my fall. And now I get to be known all year by the other preschool parents as "that Mom who fell". Hey, at least they'll all know who I am, right?

While I go nurse my shattered dignity, let's watch one of my all-time favorite YouTube videos. I know it's not nice to laugh at others' misfortunes, but really, this is just hilarious.

Get a Job! (Jar)

I seem to have developed a problem getting things done around here. Shocking, no? I'm guessing it has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with the 130+ blogs in my Bloglines. Nope, nothing at all.

Ahem. So I saw this idea for a Job Jar somewhere and I've decided to give it a try and see if it improves my productivity on the housework front. I started out by making a list of household chores that take about 15 minutes. These are things that I don't need to be doing every day (like loading the dishwasher or laundry), but rather things that I tend to let pile up and never get around to until I freak out about how dirty my house is and then feel all overwhelmed and just go read more blogs. I'm talking ironing, cleaning the baseboards, dusting, cleaning window blinds, weeding, etc. Stuff that needs to get done but doesn't have to be done every single day. My list ended up at about 25 items.

Next, I made a cute label for my jar. Naturally, I used a 1950s housewife image (this is Vacuuming in High Heels and Pearls, after all) and used a retro-style font. I made the label to fit on the side of this neat vintage jar I picked up at a yard sale earlier this summer. The jar was lidless anyway so I tied some fun cherry-print ribbon around the top and added a darling cherry charm because who says chores can't be cute?

For the jobs, I went through my patterned paper stash and picked out a bunch of red scraps. I cut them into rectangles roughly 1" by 3" though I didn't actually measure, just eyeballed it. I am a pack rat and paper hoarder so I had plenty of cute scraps to choose from. I wrote each chore on a slip of paper and then used a pair of scissors to curl the paper as you would curling ribbon. If that sounds like a good way to cut your fingers off, you can just roll them around a pencil or marker. Drop them in the jar, and that's it! I like that it's easy for me to add or subtract jobs as I see fit or as the seasons change. Maybe I need to include jobs like "Go eat a Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich" or "go check Two Peas NSBR to see the latest drama." Those will get done for sure!

My plan is that during the day when I get sucked in by the internets (which is often, I shamefully admit) that I can tear myself away and go be productive for at least 15 minutes at a time, which will hopefully motivate me to do even more. This way things will get done but I don't have to feel like all I ever do around here is clean. I'll let you know how it works. And now, I do believe it's time to go pick a job out of the jar!

The Tale of a Table

A friend with similar taste in junk recently clued me in to a fabulous store here in town called Patina. Isn't that a great name? The store is filled to bursting with the things that you and I love--fabulous, interesting antiques, chippy paint, tarnished silver, bowls of neat old game pieces, skeleton keys--are you drooling yet? Their displays are inventive and unusual and inspiring and although I've only been there twice, it's already my favorite place to shop!

On my first visit to Patina I spied a table in the window display that immediately caught my eye. I've never seen anything like it and I was instantly taken by it, but I knew that like many things in the store, its price tag would be similarly awe-inspiring. However, I could not stop thinking about it! I talked about it with my friend, I told my mom about it, I even made a sketch of it so that I would remember it in case I ever came across the materials to make it.

Last week in honor of my birthday I decided to splurge and get a babysitter during the day so that I could do a few errands, including a visit to Patina. When I got there I looked anxiously toward the window to see the table again but it was gone. I wasn't surprised; it had been several weeks since my last visit and something that eye-catching surely wouldn't last long. I shopped and enjoyed myself and when it was time to pay for my purchases I waited my turn at the register. And then I turned around...

And there was my table! It wasn't gone, it had simply been moved and I had walked right past it several times without noticing. I checked the price tag--GULP!--and continued to stare at it, when I got a wild idea. What if I just...bought it? Threw caution (and good financial sense) to the wind and just...took it home with me? And so I did! So, you wanna see my new table?

Oh, it makes my heart go pitter-pat. Right now it is filled with beautiful, shiny, bright Jelly Bellies, but the glass top is removable so I can fill up the cups with anything I like. I'm already thinking of what I can do for Halloween...Christmas....Valentine's...all the little trinkets I pick up when thrifting like dice, dominoes, old keys, game pieces, spools etc. It has a million possibilities and I love thinking about them.

Now, to be completely honest: now that I have it home, I know that I paid too much for it. WAY too much. I'm a little shocked at myself, really--I'm not one for big impulse purchases at all. But really, I do love this so much! The only thing about it that I wish I could change is that the antique table it is made from has splayed legs, so it doesn't sit flat against a wall and is too large to sit diagonally in a corner.

If you get a wild hair and want to make one to match, it's simply a table with the top pulled off. The oversize muffin tin (it's huge--had to have been used for something much larger like pies) is screwed to the two top pieces. Four of those rubber stopper things are stuck to the corners and a custom piece of glass with rounded corners rests on the top. Really, it wouldn't be hard to make at all. The hardest thing to find would be the huge baking tin. It looks like something commercial rather than what a home cook would use.


And now, I had better get my eBay-selling rear in gear! I need to pay for my new treasure!

Cupcake Update

Today in cupcake-related news...

I read an online review of these today and now I'm on an URGENT mission to find some in my area! I lurrrve ice cream cakes but due to the cost and the fact that there's never any room in my freezer, they have bene relegated to an occasional birthday treat. Since there are only three of us to have birthdays, the opportunities are few and far between, much too sparse for this ice-cream-cake-loving person. These little ice cream cupcakes are the perfect solution--I'm sure I can find room for them in the freezer and perhaps more importantly, I'm not tempted to eat a whole ice cream cake by myself! The nutrional info for the cupcakes isn't all that bad, either. Now I just have to find them!

And speaking of cupcakes, the other night a sweet friend had us over for dinner to celebrate my birthday and made the most delicious Boston Cream Pie cupcakes for dessert! The recipe came from this magazine, which I then had to run to Barnes & Noble to buy. Now, I need a Paula Deen chocolate recipe book like I need a hole in the head (seriously, I might as well just tape half the magazine to each thigh and try and put my pants on over the top) but the recipes in this magazine are uniformly drool-inducing. (Here's a link to a blog with the cupcake recipe in case you don't want to risk serious thigh-enlargement and buy the whole book.)



And now for a cupcake without any calories, look at this super-cute cupcake play food set I bought for Maren. It all comes in a darling satiny-and-sequiny cupcake tote and I think it would make a darling birthday present for a little girl. I say that I bought it for Maren, but who are we kidding--that sucker's for me!

Ballerina Behaving Badly