blue ain’t your colour …

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Hello February! You are the best month! How could you not be with your big day on the 14th? February, you are all about hearts. Broken hearts, healing hearts, uncertain hearts, hopeful hearts and hearts just bursting with love! February, you recognize them all!

You celebrate love, February, and what better way to celebrate than with country music? On this beautiful sunny winter’s day, I salute you, not with your many shades of pinks and reds, but with a nod to blue.

So here’s to blue, to country, and to all things twice-loved.

but I know, February, I know …

pretty as it is, blue ain’t your colour!

 

 

 

a stitch in time … or poke the pig (sheep)

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I have an auntie who de-stresses by ‘organizing’ the pins in her pincushion. I’d never heard that one but to each his own. Whatever works. I do have a voodoo doll that a friend brought me back from a visit to New Orleans years ago and I occasionally give it a poke. Helps. Sometimes. 😉 Sometimes I just say ‘frig it’. You can try and try and try with some people but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter what you do, you’re still gonna do it wrong. If I poke the pig, which I guess I do, it’s not intentional, so I try not to worry about it too much. It’s not on me. It’s on the pig.

Speaking of pigs, The Chinese Zodiac is based on a twelve year cycle and we will soon be exiting the Year of the Pig. I’ve had a lovely start to this new calendar year, pig or no pig. Quite busy with a zillion projects underway at once. The pincushion is one such project. All hand stitched. Not sure I would call it twice-loved exactly as the fabrics are all new, but it is certainly something I envision being used for a long, long time. I have a pincushion my mom made years and years ago. Definitely twice-loved. Still use it. Pincushions are not something you replace often. This one is so cute though, I just might bring it into service!

Barn Board

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Twice-loved Antiques and Curiosities is indeed a slow process when you work full time, actively grandparent – is that even a thing? – and run a household alone. I am beginning to think I have too many ‘before’ pictures and not a lot of ‘afters’ but I am sure it will take shape – eventually.

I am still insulating my shed/shop/place to collect.

A couple weeks ago, on the way home from a shopping trip to the nearest ‘city center’, we passed by friends who were taking down an old barn on a piece of land they had just purchased.

I’d been envisioning a barn wall on one side of the shed so we stopped and dragged the salvaged wood to the side of the road for pick up later.

It’s in the back yard now, waiting for me to remove all the nails. Hopefully tomorrow. Absolutely has to be done before the snow flies.

Too many plans! Too little time!

I have noticed lately that I envision something and boom! it falls into my existence like wow! A good thing right? … just a bit of a chore keeping up with it all! Can good luck be stressful? That’s a bit odd, isn’t it …  

Perhaps I have my fingers in too many pies? There’s probably a diagnosis for that but if so, I will happily attach the letters to my name. It’s all good.

Back to my twice-loved barn board.

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…. not one to waste the scraps …

 

 

 

just because flowers

Yesterday I received flowers … just because.

At first I had no idea who they could be from, but in trying to figure it out I came up with quite a few ‘it might have been Jane’ and ‘it might have been Joe’.

That’s a good thing I think. Feeling that there are bunches of people who might give you flowers –  just because.

so … thank you … for making me feel special.

Twice loved.

 

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Down the Rabbit Hole, the journey begins …

I have always enjoyed the creative process. Matters not a whit if I am any good at it. Taking something random and manipulating it to create something that is pleasing to the eye has always brought me an intense satisfaction. I wish I was ‘artistic’. I am not. But I do believe I have a good eye and I see things differently.

I have always been ‘crafty’ – as I said in an earlier post, I have an old soul covered in glitter and glue; but more than that, I believe I also have an appreciation for and an ability to see a beauty not easily apparent, and that is the beauty of a good story. I believe all things have a story. And the older the object, the richer the story. Much like the little yellow corn pot …

I love to take old objects, old furniture, restore them and give them new life, a new home, and perhaps another chapter.

But …. my own home looks more cluttered than loved. I need a space: ‘A Room of One’s Own’, as Virginia so very nicely put it!

And while #1 son was home last week, he and Kayla began the process of creating a space for me. They worked together like Chip and Joanna on my shed, my little ‘Fixer Upper’, which I, with a love for all things Alice, would like to call Down the Rabbit Hole. It’s a bit of a mouthful though, and perhaps Twice-loved Antiques and Curiosities is a more apt description.

Here is where I will work on and display my projects. Find them new homes.

Yesterday, I began insulating … today the job continues.

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Juniper, birch, and a little bit of ‘vir’

Roy says juniper is a cowardly wood. I didn’t quite get the terminology. It has a mind of its own, he says. It twists and turns and can’t be trusted to do what you want it to do. Not sure why you would call that cowardly. I think I like the idea of wood that has a mind of its own, that can’t be bent to the will of some external force, to someone else’s idea of what is right and proper.  A bit of a romantic notion there I suspect, as I am actually quite glad my table top – newly constructed of juniper – has decided to keep the shape we put it in! The table skirt is birch and the crossbars are made of what the locals call ‘vir’. Fir to the rest of you! It’s a beautiful table, made especially for the bar chairs that were rescued, restored, and recycled in this lovely kitchen set. Perfect with the fall scene Mom painted for me years ago!

Twice loved!

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Chatter Chair

Found this dynamic duo at two separate yard sales and a sad looking couple they were indeed but with a little TLC and a few coats of Artminds Succulent chalk paint from Michaels, voila! I couldn’t be more pleased! And they’re heading for their new home in just a couple days. Front foyer chatter chair and telephone table. Love rescuing this stuff and bringing it home but equally fond of letting it go.

I would say there’s been more than one conversation shared while perched on this little stool.  Succulent, juicy conversation too, I’ll bet!

Chatter chair – twice-loved!

 

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Blossom Antiques

Another road trip today with another old friend.

Today we did make it into Blossom Antiques and so glad we did. I could spend hours in this store poking about amongst the trinkets and treasures.

If, however, I took my age too seriously, I would be a little discouraged at the sheer volume of memorabilia from my childhood that is now tagged as antique! Surely not!

I did spend much more than I’d planned – yard sales are sooo much better for bargains.  But I appreciate that this couple is running a business and that road trips to amass such a collection must be a frequent, risky, and costly occurrence.

In any case, I came away delighted with my finds!

This set is tarnished is a big way but a few hours of elbow grease and I expect to find real beauty beneath.

… and the twinkling of the tea

Blossom Antiques.

Twice-loved.

Perfect day.

And it ended with a rainbow.

 

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Road Trip

Begin at the beginning, the King said gravely, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

We headed out on a little road trip today to Benton to visit the antique shop. Blossom Antiques and Collectibles is closed but one day during the week, and wouldn’t you know it? Today was the day.

Not to be discouraged we continued on to Clarenville where we visited The Barn Loft. Nothing twice-loved here, but still a lovely place to browse – which we did.

No yard sales, no roadside treasures, but I did find a deal in the bargain bin. Three dollars apiece and now filled with flowers from my garden.

A perfect day!

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New Beginnings

It’s a brand new day, a new beginning, another chance to try and get it right.

I’ve been in the slumps and it’s crazy easy to do it all wrong when you’re not on top shelf.

Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up. If not, I’ll stay down here until I’m somebody else.

You make perfect sense in your nonsense, Alice. But it’s just not that easy.

Today was supposed to be about coming up: keeping busy, being productive, mending fences.

perhaps I should have stayed down…

I did have the company of Little Bear overnight and he is like the Wonderland crew, very clever and worldly in his innocent and blunt observations. It helps.

Still, at the end of the day I had nothing of any real measure to show for my time, though I did manage to keep busy.

“I can’t explain myself, Sir,” said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you see.”

Supper out tonight and a chance to reconnect with family I hadn’t seen in many years also helped. Stories were told and retold. It was nice to sit back and listen, even having heard the stories before. Twice-loved.

Alice in Wonderland, as I’ve indicated in recent postings, is a current favourite ….. so many cool and thought provoking observations! May I suggest that you read the book? Watching the movie is just not enough. And it’s all here online.

Right now, I’m trying to read Through the Looking Glass.  Read it years ago but never favoured it like Wonderland.

The lure of a good book?

They’re dreadfully fond of beheading people here, the great wonder is, that there’s anyone left alive.

Too true, Alice. Once again you nailed it. A good book is the perfect escape. 052C3DE7-10DA-4A88-AE73-9F6000ED1D5B