tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81438094934708670632024-03-15T18:11:17.269-07:00MEMOIRS OF A WILD ROSEGinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.comBlogger322125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-59223665563521243952023-07-19T08:33:00.003-07:002023-07-19T08:33:49.725-07:00<p> Here it is, 2023, my creative streak seems to be missing in action !!!!. Hopefully, I will find it as I dust shelves and peruse previous creations !</p>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-62762162683283895092021-07-30T08:28:00.000-07:002021-07-30T08:28:30.648-07:00Today.. remembering !!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkSKruVTN3O4RN1iTRZBqgdlC_V2QXROrzJVH8elBqJHDhn-BSV_HSVm6S8YMbKg_Knr9wA7P2ZcQq2NN0BL9mntXhepVOnkaPOg6ESGcT4zjlzbuzA3ZZV3Pz-5r48gqHW3WjpZFv-te/s480/summer+62+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="357" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMkSKruVTN3O4RN1iTRZBqgdlC_V2QXROrzJVH8elBqJHDhn-BSV_HSVm6S8YMbKg_Knr9wA7P2ZcQq2NN0BL9mntXhepVOnkaPOg6ESGcT4zjlzbuzA3ZZV3Pz-5r48gqHW3WjpZFv-te/w238-h320/summer+62+%25281%2529.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was the summer of 1962....here we are </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in our "matching outfits". Douglas always</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">liked the shirts I made for him because they</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">were "tailored"... in other words, they fit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">around his "middle" and weren't all "baggy", </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as he called ones purchased, ready made.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The fabric was peach colored, small gingham</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">check cotton. I made "rick-rack" from the </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">fabric, which really set off the necklines </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and sleeves of our dresses....AND, look at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">those beautiful heads of hair !!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-14028064257906754702020-12-06T07:00:00.002-08:002020-12-06T07:00:57.043-08:00Hidden Away<div style="text-align: left;">
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In the bottom of my china cabinet are several things that I don't have room to display on the upper shelves. The pink depression glass bowl was purchased at an auction in Iowa several years ago. I bid on and won a box that had a few different glass items in it. This was one of them. The hob nail with blue edges and handles belonged to your Dad"s gandmother, Lottie. How glass bowls and other items from the early 1900"s have survived without a chip or crack is nothing short of a miracle. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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In the "70's, I was taking some oil painting lessons and painted many pictures. Most everyone in the family received at least one of my paintings. Doug's brother, Tim, loved the summer old windmill scene, so, I gave it to him with the request of a partner painting. The winter wood windmill followed. At the time, I thought I would paint spring and fall scenes, but, they never came about.<br />
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It has been a very, VERY long time since I have posted anything about anything on my blog. Life has led me in so many different directions the last couple of years -- I hope to be diligent about adding remembrances of this "wild rose" once again in this form of "letters to my daughter". After my recent move from the two story town home to a single level house, I am finding things that have a story to tell --forgotten "things", but, nice memories.<br />
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A new addition to my "new" home is a dress form - something I have wanted ever since I found this beautiful beaded lace dress at a local antique mall. The dress is off white and lined -- the print fabric on the form shows through slightly, but, not nearly as much in real life as it does in the photo. I rummaged through my costume jewelry and found several strands of pearls, all of which I have draped around the neck. The two longest strands were made by your Dad's paternal grandmother Lottie, sometime in the late 60's or early 70's. Whatever the latest craft fad was, we could always expect her to be trying her hand at it. Also, around the neck of the form, I have placed the small "band hat" I wore on my wedding day. The dress I wore that day was a simple white street dress, given away years ago, so, I like to call this beauty "my wedding dress" !!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">This little bisque porcelain doll was in one of Mom's dresser drawers ever since I can remember !! The doll was a gift to Mom from her sister, Bertha, in 1928 when she was 14 years old. There is a hand written note in the box that says so -- I wrote that note when I talked Mom into letting me have the doll back in the 1980's... she went from Mom's dresser drawer to one of mine !! She measures a bit more than 6 inches long and Made in Japan is stamped on her back. It seems like the first time I ever saw her when I was a kid, she was in pieces -- I pulled her arm out a bit and the elastic looks newer, so, I think Mom made some repairs to her at some time. There is not a chip or crack anywhere on her, so Mom took special care of her. The papers packed around her are vintage Ohio newspaper ads and the box is from Wee Walker brand baby shoes -- I remember Mom buying this brand for my baby brother and also, for you... "They don't make boxes like this anymore" holds true here once again -- when I googled Wee Walker baby shoes, some were listed on ebay, but, none in yellow boxes. Another true treasure to be stored in my "treasure chest".</div>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-12838377834419709892011-10-10T13:19:00.000-07:002011-10-10T13:27:56.943-07:00For the Love of Bowls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wDSWfksn2GyyMKxdAuSFtYHu_u5opuSDfJRlVWDQDfk485BhKD-vvHIusqNjQwIZo0OR3uPp1o1w0ADhuqtxvB6ZkTuyDgETD6v85Ve0jc6iDzFqUPP2XIMxXJdBm-OY4Sm83NNN5Q4l/s1600/for+blog+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wDSWfksn2GyyMKxdAuSFtYHu_u5opuSDfJRlVWDQDfk485BhKD-vvHIusqNjQwIZo0OR3uPp1o1w0ADhuqtxvB6ZkTuyDgETD6v85Ve0jc6iDzFqUPP2XIMxXJdBm-OY4Sm83NNN5Q4l/s320/for+blog+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This is a beautiful Waterford signed "leaf" bowl, purchased at that auction I like to go to. It still has the original price tag on the bottom -- I did not give anywhere near that for it, by the way !! It resides on the storage shelves in my china cabinet. I have no idea its age or history - I just knew that it had to go to my home when it came up for bidding. Hopefully, I will have occasion to use it one day !! While I have been in the process of "fall house cleaning", it has come to my attention that I have a "thing" about things that start with the letter "B" !! I have always thought of my "collections" as the Three B's --- bears, boxes, and books ( altered ones, of course) -- it seems there are a few more "B's", one of them being bowls -- we both love them, then there are the butterflies, the bells, the brass, and the bottles (perfumes and a few other vintage ones). There are butterflies over the front door, on the living area wall, in the upstairs bathroom and a few others "flitting" here and there. Lovely creatures !! There are not too many bells -- just a few in the china cabinet. Fortunately, not a LOT of brass - my favorite piece is the Korean temple bell that sits on top of the china cabinet (12/2/08). AND, the bottles ?? They are here, there and everywhere -- one just has to turn around, look, and you will probably see one or more !! So, I guess it has become the "8 B's" !!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-22263321802644554852011-10-03T13:56:00.000-07:002011-10-03T14:09:32.551-07:00Sewing Basket<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxcmt8PKzJm-gaOGAEFvc-p211YgbD4TYjyGVJrd2_z145HKeu9aJxPkY0KA9zM0REA_EOS9lF1us9cG_PNjr11PwahHB17N6K-RI1nw9JCJKlEPzjqFpEXwMwTLdxrzTEqi9-SP4OfjH/s1600/for+blog+140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxcmt8PKzJm-gaOGAEFvc-p211YgbD4TYjyGVJrd2_z145HKeu9aJxPkY0KA9zM0REA_EOS9lF1us9cG_PNjr11PwahHB17N6K-RI1nw9JCJKlEPzjqFpEXwMwTLdxrzTEqi9-SP4OfjH/s200/for+blog+140.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0jjqoZPickdOuw2KTgjStk5B7Zya6tFd8DLomFY2mpLMI4kO2sRNMY2k0xxuSmsU0gVl_2XP4Tf0TKov3wCHqIspMDSUvsZOT26vIZ0UeZV1pED6c8Xuf9_JYn2vnpzi46IqQKLaPXqU/s1600/for+blog+145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0jjqoZPickdOuw2KTgjStk5B7Zya6tFd8DLomFY2mpLMI4kO2sRNMY2k0xxuSmsU0gVl_2XP4Tf0TKov3wCHqIspMDSUvsZOT26vIZ0UeZV1pED6c8Xuf9_JYn2vnpzi46IqQKLaPXqU/s200/for+blog+145.JPG" width="150" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"> The H's on the clover leaf logo of the 4-H Clubs of America, stand for Head, Hands, Heart and Health. There is a pledge recited at the beginning of each meeting that goes, "I pledge my head to clearer thinking, my heart to great loyalty, my hands to larger service, and my health to better living, for my club, my community, my country and my world". I'm not sure that I understood that completely at age 10, but, I couldn't wait to be that age and join my sister in this club that met once a month to do projects and make plans for future projects. Most every township of each county in Iowa had a club. We lived in Marcy township, but, were members of the next township to the south of where we lived - it was Peoples Township and our club was called People's Peppy Pushers. Marcy Merry Makers were closer to home, but, Mom was acquainted with more of the farmer's wives in the People's club, plus most of the girls were closer to our age. Each month, the meeting was held at one of our homes and to me, it was always a "big thing" when it was our turn to have it our house. We purchased specialty paper napkins, decorated and filled those little "nut cups" with mints and nuts, planned a special dessert and punch for refreshments, and, of course, in those days, we "dressed up" for those meetings, so, we had to plan what we were going to wear !! Everyone had a "sewing basket" and this little woven wicker, satin lined one was mine -- it served me well for many years, holding the essential sewing tools, spools of thread, pins and needles, plus other miscellaneous items. In recent years, it had been used as a place to keep all the things I would need when I gave myself a manicure and pedicure. Since I now consider it to be an "antique collectible", it now rests in the "memory box". I think the first two pairs of scissors, a fabric shears and a small thread snipper, are in a sewing table drawer -- when I come across them, they will find a new home in this basket.</span></a></div>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-20360318234749864132011-09-25T11:27:00.000-07:002011-09-26T05:59:06.045-07:00Perfume Bottle Collection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIQR_P3pF6XMhZoa-2zEAaAJVs62rkUxdm1SpW-hU_pCWS_o7Oojfmb-NOwvIE4Yns1rrH8nUBt6YQfl6Stm3rFJ6eZkxP0UUhcTI7t1BiE-Ipvd8BT5iR1Yu2tuhUC-av-dH0ogKVGRP/s1600/for+blog+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIQR_P3pF6XMhZoa-2zEAaAJVs62rkUxdm1SpW-hU_pCWS_o7Oojfmb-NOwvIE4Yns1rrH8nUBt6YQfl6Stm3rFJ6eZkxP0UUhcTI7t1BiE-Ipvd8BT5iR1Yu2tuhUC-av-dH0ogKVGRP/s200/for+blog+004.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbd5Zc141PhpRLLLT_-sVVCg0CNANnhGDiYR2mbwI4NRxW9TsIIP5Mc7YfeaCujWLO40U_w6gdwkojpE4ZLj8L0z0y9i3vqKTckqZxdIBCTtn5DWV2LR6VO8hhZFdPldhkzQuEWgNYjba/s1600/for+blog+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqbd5Zc141PhpRLLLT_-sVVCg0CNANnhGDiYR2mbwI4NRxW9TsIIP5Mc7YfeaCujWLO40U_w6gdwkojpE4ZLj8L0z0y9i3vqKTckqZxdIBCTtn5DWV2LR6VO8hhZFdPldhkzQuEWgNYjba/s200/for+blog+107.JPG" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">I'm not sure when or why I fell in love with small decorative perfume bottles !! A couple of years ago, I looked at the printer's boxes, the china cabinet, and on an antique meat platter (belonged to my </span>G'ma <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Han</span>l<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">) on a shelf in my upstairs bathroom and counted 88 bottles. I think there may be a few more, though -- it may be time for a recount !! These are only a few and they are the ones in the china cabinet. Most of these were gifts from you and Willa. Some of them are old, most are newer -- the green one in the center photo, I purchased at an antique store in </span>Pahrump<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">--the silver one in the bottom photo, I purchased at an antique mall here in town. I think some of the newer, decorative ones came from there, also. I didn't keep a record of where each and every one came from -- maybe, I should have. Some of them do have a memory attached, though !! Years ago, I loved wearing Cinnabar perfume -- your Dad liked it on me, too !! The bottle on the bottom left in the second photo, was in a gift box along with a perfume spray, bath talc and lotion in that scent - a present from from your Dad !! This may have been where the love of the small vials started !! Or, was it that mini Opium perfume bottle?? (displayed in one of my printer's boxes, post 11/20/08)-- that was in a gift box from him, also.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-86184375460990688952011-09-18T11:36:00.000-07:002012-09-16T11:31:10.516-07:00Little Vases<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOVehJ50OL25AB5GW_mKSLuZKrt02hF5PUFdSRkW-q9Llp2sbRxG_T1Xm5g3yvza-nzHB-a3MhNYJUF6TOi9ss4gxl1mhzMSdIGz3dwx8lDoCqR_o7q6y0wZyRdfNTlF-IiDVNCR22saA/s1600/for+blog+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOVehJ50OL25AB5GW_mKSLuZKrt02hF5PUFdSRkW-q9Llp2sbRxG_T1Xm5g3yvza-nzHB-a3MhNYJUF6TOi9ss4gxl1mhzMSdIGz3dwx8lDoCqR_o7q6y0wZyRdfNTlF-IiDVNCR22saA/s320/for+blog+061.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
I was going through and cleaning out the storage part of my china cabinet and found many things I had forgotten about. Out of sight, out of mind, it seems !! These two sweet little 4" tall Lefton bisque china vases were part of the collection on those shelves. I'm not sure about the origin - I just know they were among my Mom's treasures in the colonnade cabinets in that big old farm house -- not antique, but, date back to the 70's or 80's. I made room for them on one of the glass shelves -- I couldn't hide them back in the dark.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-4620480659943940172011-09-14T09:37:00.000-07:002011-09-14T09:37:00.104-07:00Antique Snuff Bottle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_a1ZKb6bgZSkbS48HnH06YPPLldE5MKJTVzDuN-DcDFRJjIORiAVbwyI3XamIKerVbzBG6JrVP-d_mOlRqs6KSG-GyNu6hYA5Zr8LycItd8uycL74PXR8qA-IKA23LMpRrix7ct_T19jj/s1600/for+blog+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_a1ZKb6bgZSkbS48HnH06YPPLldE5MKJTVzDuN-DcDFRJjIORiAVbwyI3XamIKerVbzBG6JrVP-d_mOlRqs6KSG-GyNu6hYA5Zr8LycItd8uycL74PXR8qA-IKA23LMpRrix7ct_T19jj/s320/for+blog+014.JPG" width="240" /></a>This antique Asian snuff bottle mysteriously showed up in my china cabinet !! I don't know the history of the bottle, but, it is in perfect condition. My brother had been here from Iowa for a visit. A couple of weeks after he left, I was looking at the collection of things I have in that cabinet, saw this and wondered "what in the world is that" ?? Anyway, I gave him a call to thank him as I knew that was where it came from. His response was "you just now seeing it"? Donald is one to surprise a person every so often with his generosity.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-77186676223914414722011-09-13T15:26:00.000-07:002011-09-13T15:26:42.336-07:00One of Many<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnK4gJ1bTkDooJTIxLLmlv8WKXD-FpOHRjJGp1Bs2aUrWaKbFuCsT9NRIXz9NsoHxuzAWu8ncX0R2AmhaKBNw-ErvuDhZXRdofVfRaGptnm4Ae2SD0n0SAnkEjuqe3rqpBTD_kiqBAp0T/s1600/for+blog+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivnK4gJ1bTkDooJTIxLLmlv8WKXD-FpOHRjJGp1Bs2aUrWaKbFuCsT9NRIXz9NsoHxuzAWu8ncX0R2AmhaKBNw-ErvuDhZXRdofVfRaGptnm4Ae2SD0n0SAnkEjuqe3rqpBTD_kiqBAp0T/s320/for+blog+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A dreaded job was finished today !!! I haven't cleaned all of the collectibles or the glass shelves and mirrored backs in my china cabinet in what seems like forever. Fortunately, furniture and "knick-knacks in my house don't accumulate a lot of dust !! While I was in the process, I took photos of items that still needed an explanation !! Before I started cleaning, I thought I might not put everything back -- maybe even dispose of a few items !! That was a fleeting thought !!! As I took each thing off the shelves, memories of why they were special took over. There was no way anything was going into a charity box !! This plate was one I purchased in 1979 on my first trip to Germany when you and Bob were in Heidelberg. It is just a pretty collectible that I fell in love with when I saw it. Back on the shelf it went !!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-30271228753571324682011-07-12T12:28:00.000-07:002011-07-12T13:09:43.735-07:00First Trip to Las Vegas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HhAonYeSmR5U9yZeEcXpLu2mnoSh5kmXUtSXcvR4FUzCm3g5wUB9FfG82yauNV-wda5YN6LJT3wmFW57m9BFNhLyWyVpb81gBpL4cSC1mHllGPCwrmYTFUiIELXSCIafdYAp7sB65WQO/s1600/img151.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628550855347931810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HhAonYeSmR5U9yZeEcXpLu2mnoSh5kmXUtSXcvR4FUzCm3g5wUB9FfG82yauNV-wda5YN6LJT3wmFW57m9BFNhLyWyVpb81gBpL4cSC1mHllGPCwrmYTFUiIELXSCIafdYAp7sB65WQO/s400/img151.jpg" /></a> Going through some "old" things, I ran across this post card that I purchased when your Dad and I made our first trip to Las Vegas as tourists in 1971. What a great time we had !! The best thing for me was seeing Elvis Presley up close and personal on stage in the big showroom. Those were the days when you largely tipped the maitre' de to get a seat close to the stage. There was no assigned seating as there is this day and age. I don't know how much the tip was, your Dad would never tell me, but, there was one person at the table between me and the stage !! I wasn't lucky enough to get one of his scarves he threw into the audience, (Boo Hoo), but, I was happy just the same ! We also went to see Redd Foxx and Bobby Vinton who were in smaller show rooms there at the International Hilton. Our last night, I was bored with the slot machines so checked the box office and was able to get balcony seating to see Elvis a second time. Today, the hotel is known only as the Hilton and is twice, if not more, as large as it was then. The last time I was in their casino, the beautiful crystal chandeliers were still hanging. I guess I should take a drive down memory lane one day soon and see what is happening there these days.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-21137505825786005042011-05-01T12:40:00.000-07:002011-05-01T13:04:10.509-07:00Springtime at The Bellagio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpHiwrEMqmOqFYrye4BTdyER5Rjr1KgEPrwJr9L9I_FUksZ3KpgH8SMzg4ZSGN9FXE9LJqzkKtsUk0HDHOysPxtFnEHcIer0OSeE9x92KaOitRt4uyawKZBV5I04WkbT5-fL0DAnaTFKn/s1600/April+at+Bellagio+011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601835165850706914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpHiwrEMqmOqFYrye4BTdyER5Rjr1KgEPrwJr9L9I_FUksZ3KpgH8SMzg4ZSGN9FXE9LJqzkKtsUk0HDHOysPxtFnEHcIer0OSeE9x92KaOitRt4uyawKZBV5I04WkbT5-fL0DAnaTFKn/s320/April+at+Bellagio+011.JPG" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601839324545921282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZidm2lQkwWFO0MOfDf1hD_07MM8XaOQflk_Qad7-I2Ml_XLUe4wmrEYuciijF5whayJY_08VkXP9tk_GXk7PrJc6twgWFjsZQkQNiElpsn-fFZ-ownPYYqjGIatKDu7tX-UHmzJdYkOc9/s320/4-15-11.jpg" />Hilery and I made our seasonal trip to the Bellagio a couple of weeks ago and as always, the Conservatory was another beautiful display of flowers for the season, plus other attractions. The daffodils in the spring are always my most favorite of all the flowers. Hilery, always photogenic, struck this pose along the sidewalk lined with California poppies. Another lovely day of Gramma/Grand-daughter bonding !!!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-29313463380209126532011-03-17T11:51:00.000-07:002011-03-17T12:12:30.610-07:00Baking Bread<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtxVfrlb9cir9GIq-3hB4jV2ExqLxzLx12fog0xhCxEoJe3kfhOb0oo4hlHsQCLgn60CJSvOloMb7HboRR9TIDplhVZ3s6NMettPXu1SAU3_yYVMAREc3T7rtTuPnIRYqyRJosMitU60L/s1600/spoons+003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585123777227281618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmtxVfrlb9cir9GIq-3hB4jV2ExqLxzLx12fog0xhCxEoJe3kfhOb0oo4hlHsQCLgn60CJSvOloMb7HboRR9TIDplhVZ3s6NMettPXu1SAU3_yYVMAREc3T7rtTuPnIRYqyRJosMitU60L/s320/spoons+003.JPG" /></a> As I was FINALLY baking the pumpkin bread this morning that I usually make before Christmas, I realized this set of aluminum measuring spoons was almost as old as I am !!! They were a wedding shower gift, along with a set of aluminum measuring cups, a flour sifter and a set of mixing bowls back in 1958. These and one large red Pyrex bowl are all I have left. Through the years, bowls have gotten broken and and the measuring cups were replaced with Tupperware. The flour sifter ?? Not sure what happened to that. I wonder how many teaspoons and tablespoons of ingredients this set of spoons have measured in all these years !! Mmmmm -- pumpkin bread !!! I can smell it baking !! The recipe is one of my favorites to use any time of the year. It is from a dear friend that used to give me a loaf of hers at Christmas time. The spoons will go back into the kitchen drawer from whence they came !Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-19703416894460565032011-03-10T09:27:00.000-08:002011-03-10T09:39:17.936-08:00A Ducky Welcoming Committee<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDF6Z-U39i87DgpLHyIrtFFYu8nN4bjySykzeS0xPIWsQ9ZwEihfFlAqB0j5XT8IrhuZZLB7WPE_1jzd6WXdeJ37FzuwQjxT3ZWh2mbBEACtG_qdOgb3ntoZJ2BrUilZLD5AgHxa5enWzI/s1600/ducks+007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582504671617479810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDF6Z-U39i87DgpLHyIrtFFYu8nN4bjySykzeS0xPIWsQ9ZwEihfFlAqB0j5XT8IrhuZZLB7WPE_1jzd6WXdeJ37FzuwQjxT3ZWh2mbBEACtG_qdOgb3ntoZJ2BrUilZLD5AgHxa5enWzI/s320/ducks+007.JPG" /></a> These three ducks sit in my front entry way welcoming all who come to visit, each one having their own story to tell if you stop long enough to listen ! The multi-colored one once sat on a shelf in your G'ma and G'pa Johnson's basement family room. The ironwood one is super heavy and was purchased at a store in Naha, Okinawa. The brass one was another purchase while we were in Okinawa. It's back is hinged and opens to hold whatever one might like to put inside, although, originally meant to empty ashes into when emptying the ashtrays. I love my ducks !!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-73356110371287281222011-01-21T10:43:00.000-08:002011-02-11T06:51:10.796-08:00Dote On Me Ever<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0FsyXptw9cByTo-CkP6Jw9VvVKZBw-vwZv-_VnMjr8RQL7dTICaa3o5GhLpYvAbfs6B1xFB8HB5_GcWFHtkdH66VaIqVEzIi4pGZZxC1SpVCaB33WARD3Fgoyfv3ALLigiEZFsfhJPpP/s1600/img117.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564717482845959842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0FsyXptw9cByTo-CkP6Jw9VvVKZBw-vwZv-_VnMjr8RQL7dTICaa3o5GhLpYvAbfs6B1xFB8HB5_GcWFHtkdH66VaIqVEzIi4pGZZxC1SpVCaB33WARD3Fgoyfv3ALLigiEZFsfhJPpP/s200/img117.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkJichGv5o-61lb3QK2D0y10iQLgf8i6WlC5CfFP-9FgqPJ-4JXNI9i5CLYE-NGSHzmvaeG46BKICBnCECN2zXwsnl4XJGJfUR8f7VcUNOe2S3Iv0WLPM7IOUgICKyDCWjDSs8iOC7Q72/s1600/img116.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564712153693810754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkJichGv5o-61lb3QK2D0y10iQLgf8i6WlC5CfFP-9FgqPJ-4JXNI9i5CLYE-NGSHzmvaeG46BKICBnCECN2zXwsnl4XJGJfUR8f7VcUNOe2S3Iv0WLPM7IOUgICKyDCWjDSs8iOC7Q72/s320/img116.jpg" /></a>Haven't been doing too much artsy lately, but, decided to create some Valentines and this was my first. I have used printed scrapbook paper, which happened to have Mom's name in the upper right hand corner, onto a blank greeting card, cut out roses from another piece of scrap book paper, a premade paper photo frame and a couple other odds and ends for embellishment, all distressed with Tim Holtz' Vintage Photo ink. The photo is my Mom -- the one my Dad carried in his wallet of his "sweetheart", which I thought suited Valentine's Day perfectly. Inside, is the verse, Love Me, by John Wilby which expresses how I saw my Dad in his feelings for Mom.</div>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-41077199891191190652011-01-08T10:44:00.000-08:002011-01-08T10:54:31.822-08:00A Cute Little Gift<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNO7J2LQxmUm0NKZsTvTUWTpZnliMiFQ7p_M3fXSLL_kFwtAgvyYd1HlRF3aSxYxLuC98fEWXTwQXadHv7ErG8daLjWu-u9sdGgI0bFUzSGbUbycjyuKCsDyX8nLGfJNX4jXf8d7e06zc/s1600/guift+002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559888075665872082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNO7J2LQxmUm0NKZsTvTUWTpZnliMiFQ7p_M3fXSLL_kFwtAgvyYd1HlRF3aSxYxLuC98fEWXTwQXadHv7ErG8daLjWu-u9sdGgI0bFUzSGbUbycjyuKCsDyX8nLGfJNX4jXf8d7e06zc/s320/guift+002.JPG" /></a> This little guy was a Christmas gift from my grand-daughter, Hilery. She has been creating these little stuffed animals and characters this past year or so, and I ooh and aah over every one of them. She uses mostly fabric from socks and every one of them is just as cute and perfect as they can be. The hat covers his teddy bear ears and I am a teddy bear fan, for sure ! Plus, red has always been my favorite color, so, it was a perfect gift for Gramma !!Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-48978702606301286422010-12-13T10:30:00.000-08:002010-12-16T06:10:44.017-08:00Lacey Candle Jar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCKKxq0FyUDdNKKYhfqXZIWhdt4B1-aDvzVmrrqdeiT0RMbxyGwTQfnmgh6c2jjabLSnIW0pZdpLPIYzNwwMq0cHMr_EAyMBN57G0L-gHBtKlHuf6LlZI8NvHD0vaWmiwJSZ4_iWrdW1s/s1600/jar+candle+010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550236433161017058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCKKxq0FyUDdNKKYhfqXZIWhdt4B1-aDvzVmrrqdeiT0RMbxyGwTQfnmgh6c2jjabLSnIW0pZdpLPIYzNwwMq0cHMr_EAyMBN57G0L-gHBtKlHuf6LlZI8NvHD0vaWmiwJSZ4_iWrdW1s/s320/jar+candle+010.JPG" /></a> I see beautifully embellished bottles and jars and have never tried this art until this week. This candle jar had been on the shelf in the closet for awhile. I used lace, ribbon, a jeweled dangle, a gold leaf from an artificial branch, a gold star, glitter and last but not least, an authentic vintage brass key taken from my collection. I have several old brass keys picked up years ago at an antique store. They have been displayed in an old printer's tray in the computer nook -- this one has found a new home.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-10499644714453803512010-12-10T10:26:00.000-08:002010-12-10T10:38:52.448-08:00Simplify<div align="justify"> My altered Christmas cards this year are going to be very simple, such as this one is -- pretty blue paper, light blue organza ribbon, shiny snowflakes and a cute little snowman embellishment. Time seems to be getting away from me. Recovering from the back surgery has put a huge cramp in my style !! Anyway, it has been four weeks yesterday and each day, I have a bit more strength and energy. Hopefully, I will get back to blogging a bit more often, too.</div><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntJ2oT7a3Bm7WFC8KKdB4o-7Y5WzOapkZaWf-9y3DiTQ1EPa4pRpOOXyakKzPOzbSu-0AdNQX1GWuHDReuqkEKJ545ErPcii2KBXD4fC3aw2UWXYGvclS74S26V2mWn9uUX4lRA0Oa8-j/s1600/Chr.cards+2010+010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549121983943369330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntJ2oT7a3Bm7WFC8KKdB4o-7Y5WzOapkZaWf-9y3DiTQ1EPa4pRpOOXyakKzPOzbSu-0AdNQX1GWuHDReuqkEKJ545ErPcii2KBXD4fC3aw2UWXYGvclS74S26V2mWn9uUX4lRA0Oa8-j/s400/Chr.cards+2010+010.JPG" /></a></p>Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-54194559187105928552010-10-30T10:25:00.000-07:002010-10-30T10:44:59.489-07:00Vintage Black Gloves<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRelSRjib3ZVMJoh5Ox_1Tx8_sp9oljvBXV6WKLoLSfzE4pmr5Z3ez4Hx0UparzcpHmI-2T8vlT602IU6Nss4qMsckYg2e1Y1jIWNCQJDSnqNgPPTDUdiuVhimD5FPUpV09O47wVDia7y/s1600/glove+004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533891807863761746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRelSRjib3ZVMJoh5Ox_1Tx8_sp9oljvBXV6WKLoLSfzE4pmr5Z3ez4Hx0UparzcpHmI-2T8vlT602IU6Nss4qMsckYg2e1Y1jIWNCQJDSnqNgPPTDUdiuVhimD5FPUpV09O47wVDia7y/s400/glove+004.JPG" /></a> When I was going through a box of my old "things", I came across this pair of black gloves that I wore back in the 50's and 60's. Those were the days that no outfit was complete unless you had matching gloves !! Sometimes, it is difficult for me to think of my keepsakes as "vintage", and times I wonder who that old lady is that just passed me by in the mirror !! Anyway, my friend Sharon, had a pair of white gloves that she had picked up at a craft show several years ago and they were stuffed, hot glued together and embellished, so I used them as an example to do something with my pair. These look a bit "Christmasy" with that red bow, so maybe I will use them as part of a centerpiece on my dining room table come holiday time. It was a fun project and better than putting them back in a box just to be stored away.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-57074911465610940062010-10-27T11:28:00.000-07:002017-11-17T05:45:15.458-08:00Scented Memories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6lqFZfFiCJ-jWjR8ziMxtN2TO3ZuBuAYgeI3t6aSpn7RQZ01MXO-TOOICEa7UX-AD29pj6rXgADgNJANcEQJO2EC3ZPJi9JmtqL57JxBkrdFzjnZT6B1Aen3AC3tRGy3OB2nYFp9uPfb/s1600/perfume+055.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532795133222124338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6lqFZfFiCJ-jWjR8ziMxtN2TO3ZuBuAYgeI3t6aSpn7RQZ01MXO-TOOICEa7UX-AD29pj6rXgADgNJANcEQJO2EC3ZPJi9JmtqL57JxBkrdFzjnZT6B1Aen3AC3tRGy3OB2nYFp9uPfb/s400/perfume+055.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 400px;" /></a> Sometime ago, I showed the photo of the old perfume bottle Mom had kept for so many years. When I came across that bottle on the day I was helping her clean out some high cabinets and she told me about Dad having given it to her, it brought back memories of the first perfume your Dad gave to me when we were dating. I did not keep the bottle after I used it all, but, thanks to Ebay, I found one very similar. The scent had a bit of spice to it and I think influenced my choice of perfumes forever after. As usual, I believe his mother chose this gift for him to present to me, but, that has always been okay with me -- she had excellent taste !!! This bottle in it's little case, will go into "the treasure chest", now.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-56507959925400141072010-09-02T10:05:00.000-07:002010-09-02T10:18:42.887-07:00Gift from Grandparents<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDcIgk61KrBcVWwPbPjFpsBt5yE9yi6ruxmjASQ8ImKlfPpDlH2aGqIc8dja-jEVxm7cbqDhsq8DdVj-83v6_-sSYKcjUYu5M7zNnwzhiItwJe7oLz-ZXaaDxmWe2ZDlQS5jaaj7dfCuZ/s1600/perfume+022.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512363893367996242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDcIgk61KrBcVWwPbPjFpsBt5yE9yi6ruxmjASQ8ImKlfPpDlH2aGqIc8dja-jEVxm7cbqDhsq8DdVj-83v6_-sSYKcjUYu5M7zNnwzhiItwJe7oLz-ZXaaDxmWe2ZDlQS5jaaj7dfCuZ/s400/perfume+022.JPG" /></a> This little bracelet was a Christmas gift from my maternal grandparents when I was around 7 or 8 years old. Wish I still had the box it came in -- it was every bit as beautiful as the bracelet !! I can remember my sister received a similar bracelet which I always thought was prettier than mine. It had more of a rounded face instead of flat as this one is. Oh, the jealousies of things my big sister had and the things she got to do that I didn't !! I look back now and see that being the middle child was not as bad as it seemed. My brother, to this day, claims that Mom and Dad liked me best !! I will place this in the "treasure chest."Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-36705486959517088842010-07-29T12:14:00.000-07:002011-09-26T06:13:52.183-07:00Art Journal Cover<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FGNNHHn8Gwh66a50sEm-DS-YrRwVvPaDFawWvV_Pl8sMO_n6w-CrbWZTOuLZKG6akmtU2ygeHdMGpuVP2KgK5Js8u3cYJTndnGFPjcLVYnPZVrcKTEwRfE4gxnzLR-9xNt6KIa-Jn1N3/s1600/art+journal+class+july+2010+006.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499408908096030674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FGNNHHn8Gwh66a50sEm-DS-YrRwVvPaDFawWvV_Pl8sMO_n6w-CrbWZTOuLZKG6akmtU2ygeHdMGpuVP2KgK5Js8u3cYJTndnGFPjcLVYnPZVrcKTEwRfE4gxnzLR-9xNt6KIa-Jn1N3/s400/art+journal+class+july+2010+006.JPG" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" width="300" /></a></div>This is the cover of my art journal that is in the midst of being created. The on line class has been an awesome journey, so far. Since this is a completely new experience for me, my cover and pages mimic the art work of the teacher, <a href="http://teresamcfayden.typepad.com/minutia">http://teresamcfayden.typepad.com/minutia</a>. I am loosening up a bit, but, not nearly as much as I hope to. My journal is in altered book form and I am sure I will have pages left after all of the classes have been completed. It is then that I will see what kind of creativity and imagination I can conjure up on my own !! The stamps on this cover are some that were in the box of "goodies" from my blogger friend, June.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143809493470867063.post-34347506124308800862010-07-13T09:47:00.000-07:002010-07-13T10:11:14.493-07:00Fun Mail Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1_1PGmFYYox9b3Vh84b2F-SNSkf1vQtvfYnsM2AjJuouGhycoiaSt_T-PaHvK0AxhLu-yCTHXI-Y4OZV5DCb_nN-DDCZlu4dcey0_nuxjWxeP5hnjgq88WxEwq3lgVEjtl_IR_C71NCm/s1600/june+003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493433652258173954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1_1PGmFYYox9b3Vh84b2F-SNSkf1vQtvfYnsM2AjJuouGhycoiaSt_T-PaHvK0AxhLu-yCTHXI-Y4OZV5DCb_nN-DDCZlu4dcey0_nuxjWxeP5hnjgq88WxEwq3lgVEjtl_IR_C71NCm/s320/june+003.JPG" /></a> My sweet blogger friend, June, at <a href="http://www.junesartyretreat.blogspot.com/">www.junesartyretreat.blogspot.com</a>, follows and comments regularly on my posts. She not only creates beautiful art, she also offers free art and pictures on another blog, <a href="http://artfreebies.blogspot.com/">http://artfreebies.blogspot.com</a>. I recently mailed her some fun things from my stash of laces. This beautiful thank you card, along with two atc's and a gorgeous little box of fun embellishments arrived for me in yesterday's mail all the way from the UK. I enrolled in an on-line art journal workshop that began last week, so now, I have some new fun things to add to my pages. I especially love all the postage stamps.Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15869190355012549154noreply@blogger.com1