another “collection”, my only excuse is I live and work in “no shoes” settings.
winter sunset
San Juan Island frogs
Vibrant eyes, amazing heart
determined to be Vibrant.
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Vibrant Obsession for WPC
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.
Help! Someone stop me! Vibrant for WPC
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?
sigh.
more Chosen Perspectives on Vibrant for WPC
Vibrant
(above) Regularly painted rock on San Juan Island, WA
(below) Car seen in North Spokane
(bottom) My son’s new commissioned custom guitar
Too many Choices for VIBRANT!
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!
Vibrant #3 for WPC
VibrantI 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.”
Vibrant #2 for WPC
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.
Vibrant for WPC
VibrantAll these colors, picked on a single walk, in the dead of winter….
I had to look, but they were all there, right under my nose.
Optimism for WPC
I can’t think of anything more optimistic than a Primrose! They are relentlessly cheerful! And they just assume they will be back next year!
I watch for the first batch to show up every year, at my grocery store (I know, I know) and this year they are already here!
10 for $10.00!! Pretty cheap so I always load up. You’d think that because they are a perennial I wouldn’t need to replenish my own garden each year. I don’t, but I can’t resist. Some of mine are 7 and 9 years old!
This year I had this idea.
I live on a very unusual, long dead end street that’s a country-like oasis in the middle of a ritzy city. (When I moved here over 40 years ago, there were only 2 other houses and we had horse acreage! Even though my address would imply money to some, I didn’t stand out on this street as a migrating “Hippie”.)
Of course, our lane has built up over the years but we have scored big-time in wonderful neighbors. Everyone knows everyone and we all watch out for each other.
We just lost one of our dear neighbors a few days ago, an unexpected heart attack. The funeral is tomorrow. So tonight, after everyone is down for the night, I am going to plant a Primrose in every yard in honor of our sweet neighbor. They’ll probably figure out it was me because most of them know how obsessed I am with these hearty little flowers, but I don’t care. I like my reputation of being the oldest (and strangest) neighbor on our street.
Only problem is, we all have pneumonia in our house right now, so I may have to elicit some outside help for my clandestine operation. I’m still a little weak, but according to Badfish, my snot color is telling me I’m on the mend. https://badfish2.wordpress.com/
(By the way, if you haven’t read him, he’s wonderful!)
In honor of my neighbor Arul, one of the more kind people I’ve known, I give you the Primrose (and remind you of the story of Johnny Appleseed).
Weekly Photo Challenge-Alphabet
AlphabetI’ve already posted several times for this topic but after reading
this morning I was reminded of a long held treasure of my own right here on the couch.
A dear friend spent a whole year stitching me this lovely pillow cover. I mess with beads but this stitching stuff is a mystery to me. I can’t imagine what it took to do this piece. No one in my family is allowed to use it, and the cat that caused the tiny snag on the lower left edge was nearly banished for his treachery!