Author: Rene

No. I try to do the errand or task I least enjoy first, then I can relish the remaining tasks. And so it was for a Monday. I scheduled an early morning dental appointment for a crown replacement, and it wasn’t the tiara type.

Having had this specific crown replaced two years ago, I was again “fixing” what the last dentist screwed up. Thankfully my new practice adheres to perfectionism. This comes at a cost – time. Time and with my mouth, a sore jaw. There’s just not enough room in there for dental tools, suction equipment, cheek guards, and saliva. Keeping it open for two hours is a true challenge.

The replacement crown already feels better than the old permanent one did. Things are looking up! Maybe I’ll have some dessert for breakfast this morning! I do have a not-so-secret stash of chocolate.🥳

My keyboard doesn’t have the “cents” sign. I know we don’t need it, but I kind of miss it.

It was only truly bemoaned as I was putting my pattern pieces away and noticed the pattern I’m using was $.45 back in the day. It had never been opened and I’m sure was a product of the box my dad acquired at an auction. There are many more old patterns I’ve never used. A lovely Pinterest hole had me thinking I’d decoupage them on the walls of my closet. Then I looked and realized I can’t see the walls with all of the clothing hanging. Thus, I still have opportunities to resurrect old styles. Yeah. That won’t be happening. I can’t resurrect the old body shape that would have fit in those A-line dresses!

Let me know if you have a need for an old pattern. Maybe I’ll contact Hollywood and ask them?

This is what’s left of the skirt of my mermaid-style wedding dress.

I initially used the sleeves and part of the skirt for the ring bearer pillow at my daughter’s wedding. My skirt had a ton of fabric! I was able to cut out two little baptismal gowns and bonnets out of the rest of it.

Recycling at its best! Apparently I am my grandmother’s granddaughter. And no – I don’t have photos of her handiwork with the rugs, but I’ll keep you posted on the progress of my attempts!

My grandmother had kitchen rugs made from those colorful Wonder Bread plastic bags. She crocheted them as she collected them. Not surprisingly, she must have caved to the ease of buying a precut delicious loaf of white bread as opposed to her daily baking of bread, punching down, rising, punching down…

Perhaps it’s genetic. I’m saving the lavender-colored plastic wraps around our daily (now that’s a stretch!) newspaper. They’re just so pretty, I am considering learning to crochet them into a rug. I also have two lime-green colored bags which must have been a failed experiment in plastic wrap.

And where would this yet-to-be-created rug be placed? Perhaps you could be the next craft victim? Chances are – you and I are both safe from this potential experiment.

Ring-around-the-rosy. I forgot about that one!

My problem with the whole jingle and accompanying actions is that the “ashes, ashes, we all fall down,” could be dangerous. The falling down has to be orchestrated so as to be able to stand again. And once I’m an ash on the ground, it feels rather nice to just lie there and smolder. Not possible with a little imp pulling your arm.

Wait until we learn, “duck, duck, goose!” I think I’m safe for a bit.

One of the best parts of this doll house is watching my granddaughter move the furnishings around. Currently, the grill, atop the kitchen table, resides in the nursery with the piano. The baby’s crib is in the kitchen, which, if you consider it, might not be so bad?

Of course, the oven, which houses the doll shoes, is currently placed in the family room.

I just love the sweetness of it. Maybe there is a future there?

My mother would give us five “ups” in the morning to get us moving for school, her voice lifting on the last syllable. I thought of that gentle prodding when our smoke detector blared at 5:43 am.

I was already waking as I had to be out and about by 6:45 anyway, appointments filling the morning. And much to my surprise, one of my extra-fun visits ended before it officially was to begin! The yearly mammogram.

Arriving five minutes early of the 15 needed to fill out the paperwork, I corrected a mistake on the forms, sat down and was promptly ushered in for the discomforting procedure. By the time I got in the car, I saw that it was actually one minute before my scheduled appointment time. Now that’s a first. It made up for the 20-minute wait at the doctor to get my tetanus shot.

With renewed confidence in a working smoke detector I hope to waken a tad more gently tomorrow morning. Maybe even have another fun surprise?

Instead of pulling out a huge half-torn clump of tissues from the newly opened box, only one came out. Properly. The last time that happened was in ‘87.

Now that’s the way to start a week! Here’s to firing up all of the appliances to do my work and the coffee maker to spur me on.

Time to go and grab some more summer!

Yes, the hint of autumn was in the air. Breckenridge was gorgeous and the cool tingling of fall was beginning.

My photos look much better than this header. I can never get the whole thing on the top of the blog, however, the rest of it is below. It was time to change the Indian Paintbrush scene, which is now faded and tired, and begin the seasonal transition.

Time marches.

My granddaughter found the pencil sharpener we installed 25 years ago in our pantry. It is conveniently at her height. I have not let her see me use it, though I did have the opportunity to sharpen three old school lead writers which I haven’t done for years. We just don’t use pencils, but she did and then ran dry.

Ah! Remember elementary school and delaying your return to the desk at the pencil sharpener? Meeting a friend there to discuss recess activities? Sharpening until you had a little nub and then had to get a new pencil? Good old days.

I hope kids still get to do that. They should based on the 24 lead pencils every back-to-school list requires. None of that mechanical lead stuff! You miss the entire olfactory bliss.

School starts next week!