





This is the goodie basket I sent off to Rebecca for the Vintage Indie swap.
That's what happens, you send your five year old to grade school, and they learn about life beyond the happy, safe, innocent world I've created for them. They learn that a much more talented lady came up with Both Sides Now when I was still in grade school. That there are soldiers fighting a war. That not everyone wants to be their friend. That other kids are watching High School Musical while they've been happy to watch Noggin. That people do say stupid because it really isn't a bad word (although it will always be in our home).
Why so melancholy this morning?
I was having bloggers block and getting my inspiration from some of my favorite blogs instead. Charlotte Lyons wrote one of my most favorite craft books. I like to say she wrote the book on crafting! She recently reflected on a trip to Starbucks. And summed up my feelings about life in general.
Somehow, I've advanced in life to a really good place, except when standing around chatting with the other preschool moms. Most of these women are closer in age and life experience to my son, Vince. I am a lifetime a way. I am staring menopause in the face. I am mature.
Would I change places? NO! Not for one split second would I go back to my 20s. Yikes. I like my 40s. I just don't like when I hear a song and realize how far away I am. My 25 year high school reunion next year? That must be someone else. The math is wrong. I am young at heart. Wise. Mature. Cynical.


The fall decor is still stuck in the attic. When we bought the house last winter, it seemed easily accessible, the usual cut-out in the upstairs hallway. Not drop down stairs like we'll probably put in one day (let's call that item #65 on the house to-do list!).
While out there, I took a pix of the pond since it's in the middle of a cleaning and not soylent green at the moment. When the foot of snow and ice melted in the spring, imagine our surprise to find the Koi fish alive in the murky (putrid!) water.
The previous owner also ripped out ALL trees & shrubs and replaced half the lawn with this charming red lava rock... this vine/weed was welcomed with open arms. We have big plans for the landscaping but they're currently on that ever growing to-do list... right after summoning the courage to reach inside and fix broken chain in toilet tank (anyone else have an unrealistic fear of what's in the tank - please tell me, the husband thinks I'm insane) , bail water out of bottom of dish washer, crank the disposable into action, and curse at the a/c.
Frank & the girls went a bit nuts and bought an entire bag of spooky stuff - huge spiders & webs, fake blood, you name it... it all makes me paranoid & itchy as I'm their favorite victim. Luckily, we don't have 8 inch spiders here so it only gave me a small heart attack!

We sold a variety of vintage shabby chic treasures & junquey stuff on Darly's red brick sidewalk. My totes looked charming on a clothesline... garnering more interest than buyers unfortunately.
Classic cars lined the streets and bands provided live entertainment from the gazebo across the street. Hopefully, next year will bring more big band and less do-wop!
A young soldier escaped the heat in Darla's side yard under a tree. I wish you could see the details and the wool pants. And I was complaining in my sundress!
The charming town of Homewood Junction is hosting it's 19th annual Heritage Days Fall Festival from October 6th & 7th, 2007. My dear friend, Darly's lavender dollhouse/cottage is directly across from the gazebo. Dana will be bringing a truck full of treasures from Doe Hill and we'll all be selling our vintagey, antiquey, thifty, junquey, shabby, crafty treasures...heck, we don't even know what all we'll be selling 'til we drag it all out!Cotton shirts. Love 'em. Usually can't wear 'em. Too tight. Pull at the boobs. Or, shrink in the first wash. And being a plu...