Friday, February 17, 2012

Bowls and More Bowls

Mugs and cups are cool.

Plates are great.

But a bowl greatly satisfies me.  



These cream-colored bowls are made by a local craftswoman.  Unfortunately, she "retired" from the business several years ago.  I have several other bowls in my collection.  I can't decide which ones I love best.






Our everything bowls from Target.  These things take a beating.  I love my black dishware and my black countertops.  Get granite countertops they all said.  Way too expensive I said.  We settled for laminate -- still going strong 14 years later.

Casseroles
Cookie dough
Veggies from the garden (probably someone else's)
Yarn
Soup

A bowl is for everything.  A bowl holds comfort.

Monday, February 13, 2012

A Line a Day



My mother's diary.

She was not happy that I took it.  However, it was necessary.

After her mother died, I found my grandmother's diary in my mother's basement along with a few other belongings.  I decided to have a bit of a read.  In those 5 minutes, I discovered more about my grandmother's life than I had known over the course of 30+ years.  I won't divulge the family secrets or set the skeletons out by the curb, but my grandmother's trials of overcoming a not-so-perfect past touched me.  I wanted to know more.

I should have shut my mouth.  Alas . . .

I mentioned to my mother that I found her mother's diary and I was quite interested in it.  I should have taken it with me that very day.  I did not.

Upon my next visit home, I searched for the diary again.  After a weekend of no luck, I asked my mother what happened to the diary.  She told me she had thrown it in the trash.

My mother is quite well known for throwing things in the trash.  Every few years, we had to purchase another set of cutlery, as with every few meals, she would toss a fork, knife or spoon into the trash.  Accidentally, of course.  If I did not clean my room as a child, she would head in with a trash bag while I was in school and eliminate what she thought I no longer needed.

So, when her diary presented itself, it went into my luggage immediately.

I informed her what I had done.

Then I proceeded to make a few pieces of art with some of the entries.

Mother:  Venus and Mars, 10.5 x 10.5 SOLD

She never did see the few pieces I made from her entries.  I did tell her no family secrets were revealed.

My mother was a prolific knitter and seamstress.  She made most of her clothing as a young married woman.  I recall Easter was not Easter without a new dress sewn by her.  As my mother was not much interested in cooking, the household appliance I most associate her is the iron.    A symbol of the seamstress and a symbol of the life of a housewife.

My mother passed away December 22, 2010.  I miss her every day.

However, I still have the urge to take something when I see it and not take the risk of it being thrown away.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Needs Done


Next to the computer in the office.  Only slightly rearranged.  I still LOVE the dark, dark, dark brown shelving and desk I have in my office.  Most people thought I was crazy to make the whole room this color.  I wasn't.

Hilton pen -- yes we get Hilton points.  Ever had a free three-night stay in the middle of New York City?  I have.  Love those points.

Chapstik.  One in every room.  I should have bought stock in this company.  I guess it is a petroleum product, however, and I should be ashamed.  Yet it is the only thing that does NOT cause my lips to swell to epic proportions.

Someone needs done.   I'm guessing this is an old note written by my daughter that has slipped out from somewhere.  Apparently a lesson in Central Pennsylvania Speak.  Here, we don't say, "The dishes need to be washed."  We say, "The dishes need washed."  But who the heck cares, I'm always the one washing them.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

From Far Away



My father-in-law passed away last Tuesday after a long bout with lung cancer.  Much of his life was spent traveling.  The rewards for those who tagged along or waited at home are beautiful souvenirs.  We already had a row of these little guys displayed in our dining room.





While going through his closet a few days ago, we found several more of these scarabs and figures from Egypt and the middle east.  Each one has its own character.  We have added a few more to our home.  We did not bring home the remains of the mortar shell that went through his bed during the civil war in Beirut.  His plan was to make a lamp out of it.  Not sure he was serious.  Likely he was having his last cigarette of the night and wasn't in bed reading.  If that is the case, then I guess we can say that cigarettes saved him that night.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

House Of Chocolate


If I were to ever start a business, chocolate would have to be involved.  Yes!  I could be a chocolatier.  One for me.  One for you.

No, these are not gourmet chocolates in this photo.  I've already eaten those.  These are the backup team.

I do love silver vessels, although I hate to polish them.  I'm sure the piece on the left was a very inexpensive Ebay purchase.  The cup on the right is my husband's baby cup.  I'm sure he never used it as a child, so I'm putting it to good use now.

This is a photo of my kitchen shelves.  I'm hoping that the dust and peeling paint are not TOO obvious.  We like that lived-in look.