“Peggy” by my friend and artist, Virginia Carter
Guess what I collect!
I started collecting when I was 5 years old. I had to have a corrective surgery on my eye and to encourage me to take the follow-up eye drops, my Dad wisely pointed out that I could keep the pretty blue bottle and eye wash cup when I was all done with the medicine.
I’ve been hooked on Cobalt ever since. My entire home is decorated around this vibrant glass. These photos represent a fraction of my collection…uh, OK…obsession.
My Grandsons, now 10 and 12, have always loved Treasure Hunts and Treasure Chests!
So for Christmas a few years back, I made them each a Memory Treasure Box. Every single charm, scrap of paper, toy, figurine, button, patch, and trinket symbolized something we had all done together or something special about each of them. Even the Popsicle sticks and gum wrappers were theirs. (Wow, that sounds a bit creepy now as I write it, but at the time, since they are generally not allowed any sugar treats, these bits represented special occasions.)
I strung the extra charms on chains that they could wear or hang up.
In each box I put a tiny notepad, with a tiny pencil, and a Treasure Map type instructions.
“Write down in your tiny tablet, everything in and on your box that you know the meaning of, to earn points toward the next Big Adventure.”
(I’m thinking I’m so cagey, you know, giving them spelling and handwriting practice, right?) Of course, they saw right through that and wanted to “tell” me each thing.
I relented because really, is there anything more special than holding your grandchild in your lap while you reminisce about your lives together?
So I’m going to do them all at once…maybe.
A gift from a trusted friend (trusted because she knows my “bead addiction”)
Happy segment of Beach Break Cafe bathroom wall, Oceanside, CA!
Gaudy colored (or maybe I should say vibrant) cards/envelopes I used for this year’s
gift-packs of homemade cards (my photos).
More to follow…this is clearly one of my favorite topics EVER!
I walked downstairs to bring something to my grandsons’ shared room. They, along with their Dad, without their Mom, have recently moved in with Grandma. (That would be me.)
Here’s what I found in the 12 year old’s bed. (A relief actually…he is the mature kid who tends to take care of everyone else.)
As a friend from our Writer’s Group always says, “If this does not brighten your day, well, then I just don’t know about you.”
We went to movies here in high school!
Throw me somethin’ Mister!
Trip to Natchez, Mississippi for their “Mardi Gras” a few years back.
The old theater has been gutted but the face of the Ritz still sits there for all to see and remember its glory days.