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Is it Spring Yet?

January 5, 2010 at 9:54 am by Claudia

What is the date? January 5th? Christmas is over and the New Year has come, right? Then I am ready for Spring. It is very cold here and the charm of snow and freezing temperatures has worn thin. The heat in the house is making my skin dry and Riley’s hair is full of static electricity. You understand, don’t you? It feels as if I live in a bunker.

Ah well. The reality is I live in the northeast and it is only January. But it has not escaped my notice that I was in sunny San Diego last year at this time. I believe I was walking on the beach on this date a year ago. Hmmm – what’s wrong with this picture?

Work continues on the dollhouse. I am in the midst of putting a couple coats of primer on the outside. I’m also ‘shabbifying’ a coffee table that Marsha sent me. I’ll post photos when I’m done. I’ve decided the interior is going to be Shabby Country Chic. Everything I would like to do in MHC will be on display in the dollhouse. By the way, many months ago I asked for dollhouse name suggestions. I love this one – Hummingbird Cottage – and I think I’m going with it. Unfortunately, it was suggested by an anonymous commenter, so I can’t give credit. Nevertheless, thank you!

Thanks for all your caring comments about Don. He is fine – the ankle was painful for a few days, but all is well now. Happy Tuesday.

Linens

January 3, 2010 at 1:23 pm by Claudia

I went to an auction last night with Heidi. This particular one runs once a month and is way out in the country. Oh my gosh, was it cold last night – wind chills were way below zero and as Heidi and I packed the truck, we felt like our faces would fall off from the cold wind. There wasn’t much there I was interested in, but I did get a box of linens. The box is full to the brim with wonderful old napkins, some tea towels and doilies, neatly pressed and obviously taken good care of by someone.

I love these damask napkins – I am a sucker for anything damask.

These are wonderfully retro.

Delicate crochet and cutwork.

This is my favorite – I’m in love.

There are lots more. I have to sort through them. You know, we usually eat our dinner on trays in the den. It’s not as if I use linens at my table – but I can’t resist them. I have many of my Grandmother’s linens and I can’t bear to use them in anything craft or sewing related – but these? I just might.

Today is so, so cold and snowy. We’ve had to keep our roman blinds down in the kitchen to keep the heat in. But I miss the sunlight: I feel as if I’m in a cave. Maybe I need to read my book or work on the dollhouse….or watch an old movie. I’ll get to work on it.

The Snow Angel

January 1, 2010 at 11:00 am by Claudia

The only time that Scout looks less than pure white is when she is in the snow. Oh, that girl loves some snow! She frolics, pounces and runs around like a crazy dog.

Happy New Year everyone! I have to share a little story with you. Yesterday morning, we woke to a light snow fall. It was truly beautiful. Husband was going on and on about how beautiful it was, what a wonderful day it was…you get the picture. He was in a great mood! Later, we went out and shoveled and husband took the car to the grocery store to stock up on some items. In the meantime, I called Heidi and was chatting with her. Husband arrived back home and came toward the kitchen door holding 4 or 5 bags. As is my custom, I opened the door and took the bags from him so that I could unload them. Husband turned back toward the car, presumably to shut the car door. Still talking to Heidi, I turned away to deal with the bags. When I turned back to the door, I saw my just under 6’5″ husband lying on his back in the snow, with a grin on his face. I was amazed and happy to see that his delight in the winter weather had led him to make a Snow Angel. I’d never seen him do this before! What a lovely, childlike thing for Don to do! All of this was happening while Heidi was talking away on the other end of the line. Then I saw Don get up and he was limping. What??? I opened the door and asked him what happened? Instead of making a snow angel, he had fallen on the ice and was grimacing in pain and embarrassment. I quickly hung up the phone and helped him in the house. His ankle had been twisted, but will be fine. When I explained to him that I thought he had been making a Snow Angel, he shook his head in disbelief and, eventually, laughter. We became rather giggly at the absurdity of the whole thing.

As the day went on, the more we thought of the “Snow Angel” story, the more we laughed. By the time I told the story to my sister, I was laughing so hard I could barely get it out without gasping for air! And that kind of laughter is wonderful, isn’t it?

So, if you can, go out and make a Snow Angel today and think of my husband when you’re doing it!

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