The thing that triggered my desire for a massive reorganization, was finding a half beaded hair clip. To finish it I needed more beads and couldn’t find the ones I wanted until I had done a re-sorting. The re-sorting of the beads is done, and here are some finished projects.
This piece was completely beaded and just needed the backing, but I decided that I didn’t really like it. So I removed the silver beads around the lace agate stone and replaced them with the blue beads. It’s better, but not great.
The stone is more lace agate, and I thought the blue green beads would be interesting with this. It’s not great, but it is done.
Here are some of the older hair clips, which I do wear sometimes.
The one on the top left is the first one that I made, I’ll probably take it apart and re-do it sometime. I love the one on the lower right, but it has a very big center stone, and is somewhat heavy.
These ones are all of a a similar design. My favorite is the orange one at the top, I love the lace agate stone in it. It’s interesting to make these because the different bead combinations give unexpected results.
All I previously knew about deer came from the film “Bambi” and cook books. It has been interesting watching the local herds as they stroll around the neighborhood. The first deer that I saw a lot of was Albert (I don’t know if he knew that this was his name, but that’s what I called him).
He used to frequent the space under the deck before we fenced the back yard. He had two friends that hung out with him, both bucks. He was beautiful, but did not have a harem yet.
This is Einhorn von Stag. He recently lost a fight with Albert, Jr. The antler he lost was rather wonky, it didn’t branch like a proper antler. Albert Jr. comes by with his harem sometimes, he has three does and their fawns. The does feel free to give the fawns a kick if they get in their way, there is a definite pecking order in the herd.
They have beautiful faces and I don’t mind if they stop by, but then again I don’t have a garden or expensive landscaping.
I’ve started on a big, huge, gigantic, overwhelming project, to organize my house. In some ways this is like an archeological dig, the more recent past is in the top layers and it gets older as one digs further down. I have a room that is like a black hole, things get sucked (pushed really) into it and never come out. So I am attempting the near impossible, to categorize what is in there and then to decide if I actually need, want or will ever use it. I have come across some interesting (at least to me) things of the past.
This is a nightgown that my grandmother made for my mom, probably when she was a teenager. I wore it for a time in my 20’s until the fabric started to disintegrate. The crochet on the neckline is indestructible, so I think I will keep that bit. The patchwork in the background was done by my husband’s great aunt.
This is the button box of my grandmother. It is a candy tin from the 1920’s. I found one in perfect condition at an auction in North Dakota and gave it to my mother to replace this. The little things were inside it.
This is a Golden Gloves medal that my father won in 1948 before he turned pro.
These pins were my mother’s from when she was in college. National Honor Society is no surprise, she was very smart and unlike me a dedicated student. The second pin is the surprising one as it is for dramatics. I can’t imagine my shy and reserved mother on stage.
This is my little charm from when I was an infant.
It’s surprising the little bits and bobs that survive through moves and changes in life. I also don’t really know what to do with them. They mean something to me but have no monetary value, or sentimental value to anyone else. (Although I suppose that my brothers would like the boxing medal).
When I lived in North Dakota, winter was a reliable season. It got cold by the middle of September and stayed cold until May. It seemed like it only snowed once, then that snow blew around from place to place until the spring thaw.
Here it’s a much different story, some days are warm and sunny, punctuated by cold and snow. Last Thursday I was wearing shorts (I will admit to being a little crazy) and today I woke up to this.
It is rather magical when you don’t have to go out in bad weather.
The trees have been transformed by snow clinging to the pine needles.
Every twig of the lilacs shows.
And on the scrub oak as well.
Everything is mysterious and quiet since there is no traffic noise. It’s a lovely respite, on Wednesday it will be warm again and life will go back to being busy.
Presents come and go, you play with the toy for a while, then it’s relegated to a lesser favored pile. There are some presents that survive despite the odds. These are a few of the favored.
This doll was a present to my mom in the mid 1930’s. The doll had a perilous existence on the reservation. She lost a few fingers to Joe, the dog (I think Joe was aided by Mom’s brother!). They did not have electricity, so she was safe from that. Much later I played with her and put the makeup on her. She is wearing a dress made by my grandmother. I’m not sure when she moved to the city, possibly my grandmother sent her for me.
This book was a present for my father-in-law on his birthday again from the 1930’s. It was probably his only present, because his father had died unexpectedly and they did not have a lot of money. My father-in-law lived on a ranch ( 1 1/2 sections) in a very tiny town, where they raised a few cows. (A section is a square mile, and the town doesn’t exist anymore.) Standing next to the book is Howland Owl (probably mid 1960’s) from the comic strip Pogo. He was the prize in a cereal box and perhaps my husband played with him, although my husband’s favorite toys were little green army men. Howland survived because my mother-in-law would not throw away a dead skunk (and I love Pogo).
These cardboard army men were in my husband’s grandmother’s basement. She gave them to me because I collect toys, but they don’t really fit in with my collection.
I still have one of the many dolls I got for Christmas, but unfortunately she is hiding in a box somewhere. I used to have her on display, then she escaped.