A few treasures

On my recent trip to my mom's I was able to bring back just a few items that she had put my name on over the years. The first is the table. It had belonged to my grandmother. I remember it being in her house when I was a little girl. The 2 jars of buttons had belonged to my maternal grandma. The crystal creamer and sugar bowl had been my great grandmothers. The blue and brown vase with the bird is dated 1898. I'm not sure where or who it had come from. I always loved the colors and the bird. I feel very lucky to have items that had been family pieces. I will share more as I get around to unpacking them. My house is very small and I don't have room to display everything. I had always shared the love of antiques and family pieces with my mom. Something neither of my children share with me. I don't know if it is because they live in such a disposable society. Everything has to be new. If it gets worn out or broken they just throw it away. They don't get how I can find something old, worn, discolored, chipped,or torn a treasure. For now I will keep these items close to my heart and hopefully some day they will find the beauty and sentimental value in them.

Looking for Love

Poor Mr. Crow is looking for love. He is not having much luck. For now he is settling for a silver bowl of hand stitched hearts. The small red felts I bought at Michale's and just added beads and trim. These sequin hearts and Cupid also came from Michael's.




Where there is love there is life

Gandhi

Tag I'm It

My sweet blog friend Cindy tagged me UGH! 7 weired things about me. Of course there is nothing weired about me (lol). So here goes in no particular order.

1. All my clothes in my part of the closet are hung by style (ie: short sleeeve, long sleeve,pants,skirts ) and by color. (all white short sleeve, blue short sleeve and so on.).It really doesn't bother me that hubby's side is not color blocked,but they are hung by style. As for my kids closet. I'm just happy if their things are hung up and not on the floor.

2. Still in the closet. There are no wire hangers in my house. Guess I should of never read Mommy Dearest.

3. I talk to myself. I mean ,I talk out loud and carry on conversations with myself. I usually do this while driving alone. Thanks to hands free cell phones I no longer worry about people seeing me talking to myself .

4. I talk for the dog. I have a voice for her. I don't think this is strange. However my family thinks I'm completely out of my mind. My children make it a point to tell their friends. Gotta love teenagers.

5. I waste way to much time playing Spider Solitaire.

6. I get very nervous if I have to be under a bridge or overpass for any length of time. (I blame this on being raised in earthquake country.)

7. I hate chain letters and never send them on. With that said I will not be tagging anyone.

Now that you have read this........See I'm really not weired. Or maybe you are saying Gee I'm not as crazy as her. She talks for the dog.

soldering class

Yesterday I took my first soldering class here . The class was taught by Josie. She is a fabulous teacher. Very patient and organizied. I will definitly be taken more classes from her. Now I'm hooked and of course I had to buy everything I will need to solder. After all, isn't that why God invented credit cards. Put the soldered found objects and beads on a bracelet. Wearing it right now as I type. I love the sound of the objects and bead make as they clang together and hit my other bracelets that I'm never without.

Another heart to add to the collection. I love black and red. The cupid button in the middle I found in one of my mother's button boxes. The silver pieces were also hers. I don't plan on polishing them. I like the tarnished look they have.

A Little Birdie told me

I just did this for my mom. I think it will brighten her up her room

The hardest 2 weeks of my life

I'm back..................Thank you all for the well wishes for my daughter and my sweet mom. Don't click on the above picture to enlarge it, unless you want to see all of my wrinkles. Daughter arrived safely in Tokyo. She had put on some weight before she left and is struggling to get it off. (I know the feeling) For the industry she is to "heavy." What kind of society are we that thinks a size 2 is not small enough? This is the part I struggle with and she does too. She does not want to make herself sick to be thin and I applaud her for that. This is the path she has chosen and I'm sure she will figure it out.

Now for the hard part of the trip. Moving my dear sweet mom. Isn't she cute. She did not want to go. That was the hard part for me. I didn't want to be the one to tell her she had no choice. Finally her Dr. came to my rescue and told her she had to move. I didn't have trouble with her moving out of her house. In fact I'm now at ease that she is not living alone. She is eating and her meds are given to her properly. It was the fact that she had no idea what was going on most of the time. That part makes me sad. I feel like I have already lost her. Most of the time she thought I was my cousin. Asked me the same questions over and over, and was very child like in her behavior. When do we become our parents parent. In a word, "it sucks." She has been there a little over a week and so far (keep your fingers crossed) she likes it. She says the food is good and she likes all the people that are there. She eats with 5 others ladies and they are all so cute. She does however think she is just there to get better and then she will go home. I just keep telling her that it will be up to the Dr. For now I can only take one day at a time

Hearts from My Hand

These are just a few of the heart I have been working on. They have helped me release some stress. I can sit quietly and work on them. I leave tomorrow for California. Dropping daughter at LAX. She is leaving for Tokyo for 3 months. It is a bittersweet time. As much as I hate to see her go, she will have a great time and hopefully get lots of work. For those of you that don't know she is a model and she is 15. I worry that she won't keep up with her schooling and won't get enough sleep. Just like all moms (lol). After I drop her off I will drive up to my mom's. She lives about an hour north of Santa Barbara. This is a trip I'm not looking forward to. I will be moving her to an assisted living facility. I have been trying to get her to move for the last year. Now she has no choice. I have a feeling she will go kicking and screaming. She is in the early stages of Alzheimer's. It just breaks my heart to see her slowly slipping away. She didn't know who I was the last time I was there. That didn't bother me so much. But, if she realized, she would be devastated. I have an older brother who lives in the same town as her. He is not able to take care of himself much less her. Oh the things that drinking and drugs do to you. Then I will have the task of unloading her house of 45 years. I will probably break down in the middle of it all. Gotta run off to pack and help daughter sort out everything she is taking..........................