A Big New Toy and Some Gifts

If you subscribe to my Instagram feed, you’ve seen a photo of our new snowblower. By the way, my Instagram feed isn’t all that exciting and I’m definitely not a serial Instagrammer. I go through periods where I post a photo a day, as well as periods where I do not make an appearance. I like it, though. It’s fun. I just have to remind myself to do it.

Same thing with this blog’s Facebook page.

I try.

Anyway, back to the snowblower. Don did his research and also quizzed our neighbor about his snowblower – the same neighbor who rescued me twice last winter when I simply could not shovel all the snow by myself – and we trotted off to Lowe’s yesterday morning. About an hour later, we returned home with a shiny new Troy-Bilt snowblower.

But then we had to clean out part of the shed so we could fit it in with all of the other crap that’s stored there.

Side note: after nine years here, most of the stuff that’s stored there is clearly completely off our radar. And the mice have attacked some of it. One day we are going to rent a bin or a dumpster or whatever it’s called and fill it with all of the aforementioned crap. Then we’ll send it on its merry way.

The snowblower wasn’t cheap, which is much of the reason that we didn’t purchase one until yesterday. That, and the fact that we felt ourselves to be entirely capable of shoveling snow. And we are; however, our backs and Don’s hernia are begging for some sort of relief. I’m grateful we had a little extra money on hand this year to invest in one. We’re getting too old to deal with all the snow around here and if predictions hold true, this winter will be just as bad as last year’s. And if you believe in climate change/global warming – and I do – well…you get the picture.

It just started snowing. We’re in for at least 8 inches, maybe 12. Don is eager to try out his new toy. Go for it, Don! In the meantime, at several points in the day, I will shoveling a path for Scout. We’re also going to try to clear an area just outside the gate for her to do her business. Going up the icy hill was hard for her last year and we don’t want her slipping and sliding and hurting herself.

Winter has lost its charm for this girl, born and raised in Michigan, who has spent far too many winters in the Midwest and Northeast.

On another note, I’ve received some gifts in the mail lately. Yippee! One was from Jeannine, who was fascinated by the Random Crap tin Don gave me. (Crap seems to be a recurring theme in this post.) She wanted to contribute some fun items for the tin.

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Candies, pastilles, mini canvasses, magnets, a fence for my dollhouse, socks…everything brought a smile to my face. In some cases, I laughed out loud. My favorite was a ceramic bathroom set – eensy-teensy style. Since there was a toilet in the set, Jeannine thought it was begging to be included in the items for the Random Crap tin.

She also sent some treasures for Don:

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Don was tickled pink! Jeannine suggested we have a bubble blowing contest with the Hubba Bubba – we just might while away the hours on this snow day by doing just that very thing. Thank you so much, Jeannnine! You are such fun!

On Monday, another package arrived. This time, from my longtime blogging friend Linda of A La Carte. That little minx totally surprised me with these gifts for my birthday!

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A beautiful piece of McCoy pottery and a darling egg cup with salter (the tail). Linda and I like the same things, so she knew exactly what would float my boat. I absolutely love them.

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Also included were these darling day-of-the-week towels. Oh my goodness! I told Linda that I have to keep them away from Don, who invariably wipes his salsa/tomato sauce/whatever-ridden hands on my dishtowels.

And finally, this little gem for the dollhouse:

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Stop. Just stop. Could anything be more adorable or more perfect for Hummingbird Cottage?

In fact, I was just thinking the other day that I needed to find some egg cups for the dollhouse. Linda found this at perhaps my favorite Etsy shop, A Lavender Dilly. Carrie Lavender creates all sorts of wonderful minis from her home in Australia. I’ve repeatedly poured over the contents of that shop and somehow never saw this, which makes the surprise all the more delightful.

Thank you, thank you, dear Linda!

Another package arrived yesterday. More on that another time.

The snow has just about covered the ground while I’ve been writing this. I’m sure I will have more snowblower adventures to share with you in the not-too-distant future.

Happy Wednesday.


Who, What, Where: Dollhouse Office/Studio

Holy crap. We have a Nor’easter headed our way – anywhere from 6 to 12 inches of snow is predicted. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time and if you were along for the ride last winter when I was here by my lonesome, you know how I feel about this.

Just in time for Thanksgiving.

But I digress. Let’s take a tour of the dollhouse office/studio and I’ll list where everything came from for you.

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Floors: Made by me from popsicle sticks, then painted gray; Wallpaper: ItsyBitsyMini; Moldings and trim: miniatures.com; Planked wall: made by me from larger sticks and painted.

Rug: a gift from Barbara.

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Desk: made by me from wood that was stained, and stair spindles from my stash; Desk chair: found in an antique shop; Pillow on chair: a gift made by Casey of Casey Mini; Crate: painted and decorated by me; Tin: a gift from Barbara; Laptop: made by me from a printable found online; Teacup & saucer: from TwelveTimesMoreTeeny, an Etsy shop (Spain); Books: from various sources; Pinboard over desk: made by me from a bashed cupboard (part of which you see in the kitchen over the stove) and backed with wallpaper from Elyse; Shutter on wall: from my stash, painted and distressed by me; Cards tucked into shutter: from printables found online.

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Dress form: a gift from Karen, it was black plastic. I painted the base silver and covered the bodice with linen; Work table: miniatures.com (painted by me); Fabric bolts: found at Chautauqua Miniatures; Stool: miniatures.com (painted and distressed by me); Knitting on top of table: purchased by me from a now-defunct dollhouse shop; Tape Measure: A LavenderDilly, an Etsy Shop (Australia); Ribbon: a gift from Judy; Sewing Machine: I have two of them that were gifts from Sharon and Julie; Ironing Board: a gift from Karen.

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Cupboard on wall: made, painted and distressed by me from a House of Miniatures Kit given to me by Linda; Books in cupboard: some were gifts, some made by me; Hooks on wall: made by me; Basket: a gift from Jayne; Yarn: purchased by me from a now-defunct dollhouse shop.


A LavenderDilly
Chautauqua Miniatures

We’re off to buy a snow blower. Yikes.

(New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page: What are you reading?)

Happy Tuesday.


Getting Out of the Way & Trusting the Outcome

At the risk of sounding like someone who says, “When I was a child, we….” I am amazed that kids around here get the whole week of Thanksgiving off.

And here we go: When I was a child we went to school on Monday, Tuesday, and a half day on Wednesday.

Isn’t the more lengthy Christmas vacation right around the corner? Plus, we live in an area of the country where there are lots, and I mean lots, of unexpected snow days. If there are too many of them, additional days in the classroom are scheduled at the end of the school year. So why do they need this whole week off?

Ummm….probably none of my business. (Whoops. I just saw a school bus. Maybe they have school only today? I’m confused.)

Don’t get me started on our unbelievably high school taxes. That’s a post in itself.

November 18 sunset

This happened the other day. I love it when clouds are tinged with the colors of the sunset.

Time for the Getting Out of The Way Story (for lack of a better title.)

Most professional actors have an agent. That agent submits the actor for auditions, handles contract negotiations, and gets a percentage of whatever the actor earns for a job. It’s virtually impossible to find work in NYC without an agent. Don, who has been acting professionally since he was 20, has had numerous agents over the course of his career.

For the past few years he has been working with a particular agent. At first, this agent rubbed Don the wrong way. They didn’t ‘get’ each other. One day, they had a long talk which changed everything and they’ve had a fairly good professional relationship ever since.

Side note: I’ve often thought this agency wasn’t aggressive enough on Don’s behalf and I’ve said as much. And Don has felt somewhat the same way – lots of theater auditions but far fewer film auditions and Don really loves working in film and would like to have the opportunity to do more of it.

On the day that Our Town closed in New Haven, I arrive at the theater in time to share in a toast with the actors, crew, and director. After we pack up the car and are on our way home, Don says that one of the actors in the play has just mentioned to him that his agent saw the show and asked about Don’s ‘situation,’ which is agent-speak for “Is he represented by another agent and I’m interested in him.”

This particular agent runs her own respected and well-known agency. So, interest on her part is a very positive thing and Don, who is feeling a bit restless, wonders if he should set up a meeting with the agent. I vote for doing that very thing because sometimes an actor needs someone who sees him with fresh eyes.

We get home. Don checks his email, where he finds a letter from the man who owns the agency he is currently represented by. The letter says that after 40+ years of running his agency, he is retiring and closing the business at the end of the year.


The owner goes on to tell the actors that they will be contacted by their individual agents with more information.

Okay. So now we’re thinking that it is extremely fortuitous that this other agent expressed interest in Don. Don writes the actor and asks for the agent’s name, etc., and asks if the actor could put in a good word for him. It’s the weekend, so Don doesn’t hear from him immediately.

Let me insert here that finding a new agent is never easy. It’s a real challenge. And when you’re an older actor, it’s even harder.

But Don isn’t panicked. He’s remarkably calm. He decides not to worry about it and trust the outcome. (That’s something we’ve been saying rather frequently around here lately.)

Don writes his agent because he’s worried about him. Will the agent be out of work? What will happen to him? He gets a lovely response from the agent saying not to panic, that Don will be taken care of, that there are plans afoot but he can’t say anything about them yet. In a follow-up email, the agent (Ron) says something hinting that he and another agent (Kym) have something in the works.


Over the course of the next few days, while waiting to hear from his friend about the other agency, Don mulls over the whole thing and, because Don is who he is, decides that no matter what potential opportunity he has with another agency, he is going to stick with his current agent, even though the other agency looks like it could be a better and more exciting fit.

He’s loyal that way. He doesn’t know what will happen but he trusts that it will all work out for the best.

In the meantime, Don hears from his friend who has given a glowing recommendation to his agent.

Fast forward a few days. Don is upstairs copying some pages for an audition. He calls out to me, “Wait ’til you hear this!”

He comes into the den to read me an email from Kym (who I mentioned earlier.) In this email, Kym announces that she has entered into a contract with another agency, which means she’ll be bringing some actors that are represented by the soon-to-be defunct agency along with her. But only some. During the course of negotiations, she and the agency owner have gone over a list of actors and have decided who will be brought into the new agency.

Don is one of them.

The agency? The same one that Don was tempted to set up a meeting with, but decided not to out of loyalty to his old agent.

The agent who had just seen Don onstage in Our Town and expressed interest in him is the owner of the new agency.

Timing? Serendipity?

The Universe, God, a Higher Power…whatever you want to call it…moved everything into place and engineered an outcome we couldn’t have imagined. The best possible outcome for everyone’s good. (Don’s agent is taking this opportunity to retire, so the outcome for him is good as well.)

Getting out of the way. Surrendering. Knowing that only good will manifest. Trusting the outcome.

It’s sometimes almost impossible for us to trust, to let go, to know that all will be well, believe me.

But we’re getting better at it.

(Did I ever tell you the story of how I got my job at Boston University? Let me know. If I haven’t, I’ll share it with you. Another story about surrendering and trusting the outcome.)

Don’s IMDB site

Don’s actor website

Happy Monday.


Scenes from Home

Scenes from around the house this week – a touch of filter added. (Sometimes I like to play around with these things.)


Snoozing next to Dad.


Monty in the jungle.


Light from the windows reflected on the wall.


Birthday excitement through Daddy’s lens.

It’s been a good week. My birthday was scrumptious in every way. We bought material for some shelves in the den. (Now I have to sand and stain the wood before we put up the standards and brackets.) I have a very interesting story to share with you next week about ‘getting out of the way’ and letting the answer reveal itself and it has to do with Don. But that’s a post in itself. Anyway, that happened this week. I’ve been a bit lax in my reading habits this week – too many distractions. But I hope to better that in the next few days. Scout has had some rocky days, but she’s slowly feeling better.

Thanks for all the stimulating discussion on the part of yesterday’s post that concerned Bill Cosby. The friend of a friend I mentioned, who first told her story via Facebook (as did my friend)? Her story has gained traction because she’s a fairly well-known actress. It’s now on several sites on the web.

I’m afraid, for me, the votes are in. Too many similar accounts. Too many women with no ax to grind, only a need to tell their own story in support of every other woman who has been brave enough to speak out.

And I know someone who had her own ‘experience’ with Cosby.

There are no winners here.

Happy Sunday.


A Birthday Recap & Bill Cosby

Thank you for the lovely birthday wishes! Between this blog and Facebook, I was truly blessed by messages from friends near and far. Goodness!

My husband spoiled me, as usual. (I think he’s better at this sort of thing than I am.) The morning was spent on long, lovely phone calls with my sister and my best friend. Then it was off to our local tea room for tea and a sweet something.


Birthday Apple Pie with whipped cream! Yum. Yum. Yum!

We love this little tearoom which is in a very old building in a neighboring town.


We stopped off at our local cupcake shop and picked out four cupcakes, including one of these.

Another wonderful phone call from two dear friends that I’ve known for 30+ years.

Then Don made my favorite dinner – remember me talking about those faux crab cakes? Oh, lordy, it was good! Then presents and cupcakes.

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Someone was very interested in that cupcake. Oh, that girl! I believe I was making a wish when Don snapped this picture.

What did I get? Not one, but two pair (or is it pairs? the rules seem to be changing) of Nick and Nora flannel pajamas. For those of you who love them, I got the sock monkey design in red, and the macarons design in pink. Hello! I’m all set for winter. At this very moment, in fact, I’m wearing the sock monkeys. I got a bottle of my favorite cologne, Amazing Grace by Philosophy. I got a sweet bracelet. And somehow, Scout found a wonderful wooden egg cup from the forties! How did she do that? She is full of surprises.

My cup runneth over.

I couldn’t have asked for a nicer day.

On another note:

Bill Cosby has been in the news a lot lately. Many women have come forward to share their stories. They don’t know each other, but each of them has an eerily similar story to tell.

If you’re sitting on the fence on this one, let me tell you that one of my former students, who continues to be a friend and who is someone I trust implicitly, had an frightening encounter with Cosby in 1994. I won’t go into the details because it’s her story to tell, but she’s a smart and savvy woman who saw his dark side and got out of his house before anything could happen. That didn’t stop him. He kept calling her house after the incident, insisting that she needed to come to his house to work on her ‘acting technique.’

And if that isn’t enough, a friend of a friend had the same thing happen to her. Both of them are actresses. Both of them dodged the bullet. But clearly, many, many women weren’t as fortunate.

It’s one thing to read about it in the news and hold back, thinking ‘Bill Cosby wouldn’t do that!” Or watch the news, as Don and I did, and think that it sure seems like these women are telling the truth and know, at the same time, that it will be impossible to prove anything.

It’s another thing entirely to know someone who saw that reality.

America’s beloved icon isn’t a nice man. Image and reality are two very different animals, aren’t they?

I leave it at that.

Happy Saturday.


Mon Anniversaire

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Il est mon anniversaire aujourd’hui.

I’ve retained a little of my high school French – un peu.

I remember being a child and thinking that my birthday, November 21st, must be the most magical, wondrous day ever. That November 21st was simply more special than any other day in the history of the world.

Do you remember that feeling?

It changes as we get older, of course. But I still get a little hint of that feeling every year on this day. It’s fleeting, but still wondrous. Thank goodness.

This is the first birthday of mine on this earth without my mother.

As I said in another post – a year of firsts.

So…bittersweet, wondrous, sad, happy, celebratory, fun. That’s the order for the day.

And Happy Birthday to Patricia, a reader of this blog who shares this birthday with me, along with the number of candles on the cake. (And let me add the name of faithful reader Mary D. – she is celebrating her birthday today, as well!)

Happy Friday and Happy Birthday to me!



Who, What, Where: Dollhouse Den

As in the real-life decorating of Mockingbird Hill Cottage, decorating the dollhouse’s rooms has been about collecting things over time, about gifts given and/or inherited and proudly displayed, about re-imagining older pieces of furniture and making them ‘new.’ I looked at each room this week and wrote down the story/source of each item. I wanted to get it all down on real and virtual paper – partly for me, and also for you. I often get emails asking me about where I source things for the dollhouse. I will provide all of the information I can for you. Links will be at the end of the post.

Today we visit the den. It’s on the second floor of Hummingbird Cottage.


Wallpaper: ItsyBitsyMini; Moldings, trim, spindles and newel post: miniatures.com; Floor: made by me from popsicle sticks.

Sofa: Dollhouses and More; Knitting on sofa: a gift from Julie. Coffee table: a gift from Marsha, I painted and distressed it.


To Kill a Mockingbird: LDelaney, an Etsy Shop; Bluebird Mug: TwelveTimesMoreTeeny, an Etsy shop (Spain); Flower Vase: purchased at a craft shop; Flowers: from my stash; Chocolate Biscuit Box: handmade by Norma; Pansy Painting: hand painted by Mary Bell, part of a miniature swap.


Various Bird Plates on the wall: from two Etsy Shops – TwelveTimesMoreTeeny and A LavenderDilly (Australia).


Cabinet: a gift from Rizzi, it was unfinished. I painted, stained and distressed it and added wallpaper behind the shelves; Vases on top shelf: gifts from Marsha and Jayne; Books: some were gifts, some purchased, some made by me; Singing bird vase: a handmade gift from Kim, made to match the singing birds on the piano in MHC; Liquor bottles: a gift from Barbara; Platter hanging on the wall: from TwelveTimesMoreTeeny.


Wicker chair: handmade by Casey of Casey’s Minis. I won it in a giveaway. She made the chair and the cushions. Footstool: also handmade by Casey.


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LDelaney (Etsy Shop)
TwelveTimesMoreTeeny (Etsy Shop)
A LavenderDilly (Etsy Shop)
Casey’s Minis

It’s important to me to get all of this source information down on paper. I have been blessed by friendships via this blog and many of those friends have sent me gifts for the dollhouse. I’ve also learned so much from bloggers who are miniaturists. Their generous sharing of information has been an absolute essential in the rehab of the dollhouse. And I’ve put in a lot of work, sourced materials, found Etsy shops. Putting together a dollhouse such as this one didn’t happen overnight. I found it on Craig’s List in 2009, five years ago. And I’ve been working on it ever since.

So, if you’re getting tired of all this dollhouse stuff, I understand. However, I know there are those who love reading this information and find it helpful and valuable.

In other words, I’m continuing until we’ve covered all 7 rooms!

Happy Thursday.


The Lesson Continues

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A grudging moment from a girl who usually turns her head away when she sees my camera.

Like Greta Garbo, she doesn’t want to be photographed. No paparazi. She just wants to be left alone.

We are adjusting, all of us, to this time in her life. When does she need help going up and down the steps, when is she strong enough to handle them on her own? How do we handle her sometimes insane pacing and frantic activity in the evenings? How do we know when its okay for her to run a little on her walks and when the better choice is to rein her in? How do we handle the hearing loss? And the little messes that sometimes occur?

With love. Without judgment. With compassion.

We learned that during Riley’s long illness.

We’re finding our way. I used to get very frustrated with that pacing I referred to; constantly jumping up and down the stairs, going into the kitchen, coming back down to the den, over and over and over again, an almost panicked look in her eyes. I’d let her out. She’d pace outside. I’d let her back in. She’d pace inside. I’d lose the thread of whatever I was watching on television. Up. Down. Pace.

I asked myself a thousand questions: is something wrong with her urinary tract? is she constipated? does she hear something outside? is she hungry? is she thirsty? what is she trying to tell me? Finally, just before Don returned home, I did a search online and I read several articles about just this thing. It’s not about any of those questions. It just is.

A fairly common occurrence with very senior dogs, it often happens during the night. With Scout, it seems to be happening in the evenings. I meditated, asked for answers, and got the message, “Just let her be.” Don said pretty much the same thing when he got home and, believe me, it’s much easier to handle all that frantic activity with him by my side. It doesn’t happen every night, but it does happen most nights. It’s part of who Scout is now.

Her hind end muscles are getting weaker – just like Riley’s did. I sometimes hold her up while she eats. I did the same thing with Riley. It depends on the day – often the time of day. But she is remarkably strong for her age. At times, she has the friskiness of a pup. She’ll lope. She’ll gallop. She’ll pounce. She’ll leap up both steps leading up from the den to the living room like a horse effortlessly clearing a jump.

She’ll be 16 in January. She’s the light of my life. She’s the girl who is magical, who is wondrous, who has enriched our lives beyond measure.

I have to work hard at being patient with her at times and it doesn’t always come easily to me. But if I stop and let go of all the other distractions, the things that supposedly are important but really aren’t, and focus on her needs, then it is suddenly quite easy. Because what could possibly be more important than this creature? Nothing.

That’s my goal. It’s a lesson I keep re-learning, one that started with Riley and continues with Scout.

She helps me grow, that girl. She helps me develop patience. She makes me a better person. Or at least, a person trying very hard to be a better person.

She is the great teacher. And I have many lessons to learn.

Happy Wednesday.

(New post with some interesting links up on Just Let Me Finish This Page.)


Who, What, Where: Dollhouse Kitchen

As in the real-life decorating of Mockingbird Hill Cottage, decorating the dollhouse’s rooms has been about collecting things over time, about gifts given and/or inherited and proudly displayed, about re-imagining older pieces of furniture and making them ‘new.’ I looked at each room this week and wrote down the story/source of each item. I wanted to get it all down on real and virtual paper – partly for me, and also for you. I often get emails asking me about where I source things for the dollhouse. I will provide all of the information I can for you. Links will be at the end of the post.

Today we move to the kitchen. It’s rather long and tunnel-like, so getting a good photo can be a bit dicey. Here goes.

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First, the kitchen as a whole.
Floors: made by me from wooden popsicle sticks, which were painted white and aged with gray paint; Wallpaper: Itsy Bitsy Mini; Moldings, Trim and Beadboard: Hobby Builders Supply/miniatures.com.

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Sink unit and Shelf Unit: Made by JBM Miniatures, purchased from New England Miniatures.

In the Shelf Unit: Canisters: a gift from Barbara; Plates: a mix – some purchased from a craft store, some from A LavenderDilly (an Etsy Shop), some from Barbara; Pitcher: from a craft store; Birdhouse: a gift from Jayne.

In and on the Sink Unit: Green tiled backsplash: added by me, made from the same material I used for the brick wall in the bedroom, painted to match the kitchen, from miniatures.com; Tray: from AtelierdeLea, an Etsy Shop (Paris); Cake: a gift from Karen; Enamel baking sheet: from A LavenderDilly (Australia); Cake cutter: a gift from Barbara; Faucets and taps: miniatures.com; Dish soap: a gift from Barbara; Coffee canister: a gift from Barbara; Tea tin: a gift from Lee; Cutting board: from A LavenderDilly; Tea towel: a gift from Norma; Enamel baking tins, etc.: from A LavenderDilly; Granite Ware: a gift from Karen; Curtain under the sink: made by me; Flatware in the drawer (not seen): a gift from Karen.

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Refrigerator: made by me from a wooden box, painted green with a high gloss clear top coat, handle made from a picture hanger; Wooden bowl: Weston Miniature, an Etsy shop; Corner shelf: made by me from a kit purchased at Chautauqua Miniatures; Silver tea cup: a gift that was handmade by Debbie Greenlee; Pot and flowers: miniatures.com; Window Shade: made by me; Hanging pendant lamp: miniatures.com; Table: miniatures.com, painted by me; Chairs: miniatures.com, painted by me; Plate on table: a gift from Jayne; Flatware: A LavenderDilly; Cup and Saucer: from TwelveTimesMoreTeeny, an Etsy shop (Spain).

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Green cabinet: from my stash; Mixer: from IntotheWoodsVintage2, an Etsy shop; Rolling pin: from my stash; Tin: a gift from Barbara; Aga stove: a gift from Don, from New England Miniatures; Copper Pots: from miniatures.com; Tea Towel: from A LavenderDilly; Shelf unit on wall: made by me, it’s a bash from another piece; Architectural salvage type brackets: from my stash; Brass Rod: miniatures.com; Plates: TwelveTimesMoreTeeny; Pottery Jug: a gift from Barbara.

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Little bird plate on wall: TwelveTimesMoreTeeny.


Hobby Builders Supply/miniatures.com
New England Miniatures
A LavenderDilly
Chautauqua Miniatures

It’s rather fun documenting all of this. I hope you’re enjoying it, too!

Happy Tuesday.


In Need of Color

It’s a cold, damp and rainy day here in the Northeast. Don’s in the living room reading. I’m in my blogging chair in the den. Scout, after shuttling between us for a bit, has finally settled down near her dad.

It’s the kind of day that makes you want to stay inside. No errands. Not even a walk to the mailbox. This is the time of year where the landscape looks rather bleak, all shades of brown and gray, with a bit of green grass thrown in. Though there is beauty in everything, I must admit that I find this particular view to be a bit depressing.

Thank goodness for our cozy cottage which provides the warmth and color that is sadly lacking outside our window.

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A splash of color on a gray day: the aqua of the McCoy pot, the green of the pothos, the amber/orange of the bakelite napkin ring, the red on the books.

I had to cut back this pothos plant. It had grown so long that it was snaking behind the sideboard and was fast becoming out of control. I have one in the bathroom, and it needs some judicious pruning, as well.

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Hamlet closed yesterday. It was a truly wonderful production and I am so proud to have worked on it. Hard to believe that the set is being taken down, all those sumptuous costumes are heading for storage, that world we created no longer exists. It’s always that way when a show ends. We felt the same thing last week when Our Town closed. It leaves me feeling a bit sad. (The two volumes of Shakespeare were a gift last year from my dear friend, Judy Clark of 20NorthOra. We had a lovely phone conversation yesterday.)

I’ve brought all the potted impatiens in for the winter. Dare I hope that they will survive another season to re-bloom in the spring? We’ll see.

Look who was outside my kitchen window:


Another splash of color on a gray day.

I’m off to write a quick post for Just Let Me Finish This Page and then I’m going to curl up with The Burning Room by Michael Connelly.

Happy Monday.