Friday, December 28

Father and daughter

"A daughter needs a loving, available, predictable father or father figure who can be counted on, whether divorced or at home. She needs his best paternal intentions, even if his efforts occasionally fall short. She needs his maturity and limit setting and sexual oppositeness, so that she can function with confidence in the wider world of adult love and work."
- Victoria SecundaJack's daughter, Katherine, came for Christmas, Part 3, on Wednesday evening. I was able to capture this shot of the two of them between coughing and blowing my nose -- results of my SECOND December cold.

Wednesday, December 26

Put your feet up . . .

The meals have been served . . .The parties attended . . .The bells have been rung . . .And the stockings unhung . . .With cheer.Relax.

Thursday, December 20

Christmas snapshots

This is what Christmas looks like here . . . finally . . .
This selenite egg is symbolic of Kiran -- arriving next month. The Christmas tree fairies are keeping watch.Merry Christmas everyone!

Sunday, December 16

Right now.

I'm still putting up Christmas. One half tree. Two mantles. One staircase. And I just discovered that one string of lights is not long enough for the staircase. Two are too long. Atticus' solution: chew here.

Saturday, December 8

Christmas traditions . . .

When Jill put out the call for folks to share their holiday traditions, I thought it would be easy to think of and detail those things that have become common practice for me during the holidays, but then I realized that my traditions have changed throughout the years. Some, however, have stayed the same, like:

I always put up a fresh cut tree.
When I was a kid, my sisters and I used to wander the woods of New Mexico with our father (usually in the snow) to find the perfect tree. He would climb into the chosen tree, "top" it, drag it out of the woods and tie it to the roof of our car for the ride home. I don't remember loving this tradition so much. In fact, I recall being cold and having snow in my boots.These days I order a fresh cut tree from a tree farm in North Carolina, and the week after Thanksgiving, a perfect little Fraser fir is delivered to the front door by my mailman. It's always a very small tree, because the nice lady in North Carolina understands that it is to go on a table-top so that my dogs can't reach it. (Okay, so this picture is of a fake tree. My fresh tree is still in a bucket of water in the garage.)

I always hang and fill stockings.
When my kids were young, their stockings were filled with unwrapped little gifts like Chapstick, toothbrushes and action figures.
I still fill stockings for my kids, but now they are stuffed with things like . . . well, Chapstick, toothbrushes and action figures.

I also exchange only stockings with my sisters, and frankly, it would be cheaper to buy a single gift.

I think Santa is cool.
When I was a kid, my Uncle Jack came to the house dressed as Santa, and my folks went through this whole ruse with him about reindeer on the roof. We didn't have a chimney; I'm not sure how he was supposed to have gotten in. But one year he gave me a doll. I think he started something, because I still love dolls.
These dolls were made by Terry Stone. She lives in Maryland and makes her dolls' heads, hands and feet from Super Sculpy and makes their posable bodies from cloth.She dresses her dolls in antique clothing and shoes when possible, and embellishes them with old toys. The result is fantastic! I feel like these dolls are old friends.I don't know if you could tell, but this elf is showing Santa a list of naughty children. I'm pretty sure I know a few of the names on this list! (Atticus is at the top of the list -- he grabbed Santa's list shortly after this picture was taken.)
The Santas only come out at Christmas, but the fairy stays out year-round, and she is in good company. My daughter-in-law gets a little "creeped-out" by the dolls perched here and there in my house. But they make me happy. It's good to see a smiling face everywhere you look. Seeing them scattered around for Christmas has become tradition, and I am pretty sure that this one will stick. I love to think of these folks smiling at my kids and grandkids when they can no longer hang out here.

Be sure to stop by and visit Jill to learn the traditions of other bloggers!

Friday, November 30

How cute is this?

"Charlie is a wild-born coyote who was unexpectedly delivered to my doorstep this past April after both his parents were shot for killing sheep. Whatever reservations I had about raising a wild animal simply didn't matter - couldn't matter - when I realized his survival, at least in the short term, depended on me."
—Shreve Stockton

To read more about Charlie go here. I found this here.

Wednesday, November 28


My blogging community is relatively small. While I don't visit each site every day, I feel like I actually know the folks on my blog roll. And today, one of my friends -- and her family -- need the strength, hope and courage to deal with a devastating loss. If you can offer words that might help Stephanie and her family on this path, please do.

Saturday, November 24

Come . . . share . . .

Two of the nicest words one can hear from friends are "come" and "share," and that's just what we did on Thursday.Monica and Bill invited Jack and me to share Thanksgiving with their family.The aroma of turkey and fixings greeted us warmly as we walked in the door, and Monica handed us each a glass of champagne to accompany the delicious smells.A small kitchen fire put their stove out of commission just when it was time to make gravy, but the ever-resourceful Monica took the ingredients outside and put together gravy on the tailgate of her son's truck.Good friends. Good food. Good time.

*We had Thanksgiving #2 on Friday, and I cooked, but I didn't take any pictures. Still, we had a great time with my kids too!

Wednesday, November 21


“Nothing is ever lost by courtesy. It is the cheapest of the pleasures, it costs nothing and conveys much. It pleases him who gives and him who receives, and thus, like mercy, it is twice blessed.”
- Erastus Wiman (1834-1904)

Tonight I was the recipient of a fine courtesy from Heather Bluhm at Bluhm Studios, and I feel blessed. In fact, I am doing a happy dance here. You see, I've been feeling a little small. My blog . . . it just didn't measure up. So much black space surrounding the content. I'd drop in on e.b., swing past home, and need to pull out my reading glasses.

So, I shot off an e-mail to Heather, who quickly gave me the solution to this dilemma. (If you use Blogspot, you can extend your page by using the Minima Stretch template.) Why didn't I think to ask her sooner? She even offered to go into my Blogger site and work on things. Okay, so now my banner looks a little slim, but I've asked her to work on that for me too.

(Pause for twirling.)

One of the things I am thankful for this Thanksgiving is Heather. I hope she feels just a little blessed too.Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Monday, November 19

Everyone deserves a Second Chance . . .

Oh boy, do I love this store! I so wish that there was a shop like this closer to me. Second Chance Antiques in Omaha. They don't even have a web site. I'd have linked to them if they did. Really, if you can get there, go. I got this stuff there. Nina Bagley has been posting the most wonderful jewelry on her site using old bisque dolls. So funny that I came home with these little treasures, and so sad that I missed her Etsy offerings.My grandfather used to collect promotional pens and pencils. I guess that apple didn't fall too far from the tree. I'm pretty sure he would have snatched up these old bullet pencils.And old cigar tins . . . love them!I bought these thinking that Kiran would enjoy playing with them in a few years.I had a lot of fun visiting with family after Silver Bella, but I also learned a couple of things when I looked through my photos at home.Lauren is going to have very cool hair.And opening the aperture all the way will not necessarily produce the best picture. (Still, Hannah is adorable!)Finished the top of my journal box -- now to the rest of it!

Saturday, November 17

Silver Bella

Gosh, it's been an entire week since Silver Bella wound down, and I'm just now posting about the event. What a fun time! I can't tell those of you who attended a single thing you don't already know, but here are some pictures!Love, love, love Second Chance Antiques . . .Where else can you shop that they separate their vintage jewelry by color?Second Chance welcomer.Lee and I made a couple of great new "artsy" friends with Dede Warren and Vicki Grobels. Look up "fun" in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of these two.Lee looked smashing in her cowboy hat.I "heart" Rebecca Sower even more now that I've met her.Teresa McFayden (Mrs. Bella) throws some glittery party.And Miss Megan -- a.k.a. Princess Lasertron. Is she not just the cutest? Loved meeting her and her lovely mother.

Also loved meeting cutey-pie Jill Assman, but I didn't take a picture. Darn. E.B.'s baby sister is a delight!Who could forget the divine Kim Kwan?I spent a few days in Omaha last week visiting with family after Silver Bella, but I'll save those pictures for my next post.