Just a couple good matches for me. Crochet and some finger pickin’ on The Gibson.
Yes I would jump! In a heartbeat!
The ‘door’ this week is a little unusual in that we couldn’t get a good photo of the door for a mixture of reasons.
- Bad angle.
- The entrance to doors was cordoned off.
- Directly above the doors you see was a huge restaurant window with people starring at my husband. I’m sure they were wondering what shenanigans we were up to. So we snapped the pic and casually backed away like good citizens. I’m convinced that one day, we door photographers will be infamous and revered. Til then……
But there’s more this week. We had a little history lesson on the street corner next to this set of doors.
There was this marker honoring a distinquished citizen, Leo A. Beuerman
You can see how small he is as he sits next to this tractor.
The plaque reads,
“Remember Me -I’m that little man gone blind. I used to sell pencils on the street corner.”
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Sunday I figured the only door pics I’d end up with were these from a laundromat.
But as fate would have it, I had a little luck.
Now remember, banks are closed on Sundays in most places. But I was lucky to find this one …….
Inside this bank-turned-restaurant appropriately named “Merchants”.
Cell phones can’t quite capture the whole door and window together with the space we had available so you’ll have to ‘picture’ it all in one.
Located in Downtown Lawrence, Kansas, if you’re ever in this part of the Midwest, Merchants is a real treat both in appearance and taste. Food pics some other time.
In the spotlight this Sunday is my one and only…..
He drew my name in our family gift exchange and a little bird apparently told him I needed to go shopping. And shopping I did!
Just lookie at what I came up with Aaron!
Taking time this Sunday Sampler to say Thank You for your help in resuscitating my fabric and yarn stash. #NeverEnoughSuppliesInTheSewingRoom
As a youngster, I think I always knew when my father needed some solitude. He was a painter by trade in rural Missouri, USA, where he had work 6 out of the 12 months of the year. We lived too far from a major city for him to have regular work. So we did the best we could and lived a good frugal lifestyle where he spent the wintertime raising pigs or a couple calves to take to the butcher come spring. Most people back then called that Poor.
Playing solitaire was his ‘time’.
And I’m glad I was quiet enough to sit and watch and learn. He was pretty cool like that.
He was also a daily Bible reader in later years. Not a lot of people know that. I am also truly thankful to have had that example to follow.
My mother is a living example to me of one who excels in solitude with her talents. She is always keeping her hands busy. Ecclesiastes 9:10 says, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”. This defines my wonderful mother. Whether sewing, making jams, jellies, or reading novel after novel, she finishes what she begins whole-heartedly. Rarely does she have a UFO(Un-Finished-Object) lying in her stash.
For me, solitude is respresented by my time to play music. Alone. Unhindered by life’s stress. Uninterrupted by anything.
And just for fun to lighten the mood of this post, I’m thinking I should change my answering machine message to a 40 minute Banjo Solo 🙂
Is there 40 minutes on it???
Because most of us gals like to window shop, I’m sharing some Display Doors this week……
with stuff to gaze at.
Close to my heart are the quilts and afghans shown here from The Missouri State Fair of 2016.
I’m seriously contemplating whether one of my ‘made’ items is worthy for the 2017 fair. But it’s strictly a secret at this time as to what I’d like to enter. I’ll keep you posted naturally.
This door opened up some fond memories of my own. I had a hat just like this one and I absolutely loved it! I can remember my chagrin at my mother when it went away. Honestly it probably suffered a terrible demise when our home was blown to smithereens in a tornado. Gotta love the Midwest weather. The fact that it’s Groundhog Day has us thinking about that Spring forecast.
Just some light reading on the display and the exhibitor who contributed it.
So this week, share an image where you see a particularly strong connection between what we see and what you felt as you pressed that shutter button on your camera or phone.
We’re takin a Sunday drive and it’s pretty brisk outside the truck. Saw plenty of photo opportunities if you wanted to freeze your tail end off. But I did not. Forgot my jacket. Lo and behold we see something stirring out the passenger window. The turkey are in the distance getting ready to go behind that stand of trees. The sun is in my eyes and I have no idea if this will even turn out a photo since I can’t even see the digital screen. But I do know this song was on my mind…..
As I was a-gwine down the road,
With a tired team and a heavy load,
I crack’d my whip and the leader sprung,
I says day-day to the wagon tongue.
Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay,
Roll ’em up and twist ’em up a high tuckahaw
And twist ’em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.
Have a wonderful weekend!
This year, my hubster gave me the gift of Time.
I spent my time blissfully machine quilting.
I really do watch those safety pins when the sewing starts just for the record.
The larger view. The filling for the sashing is yet to be determined. I’ll keep you informed.
Hope you all had a fabulous Valentine’s Day.
My piece of inspiration this week came in a work of art brought home from ‘the trenches’ after WWI. My grandfather-in-law was a veteran of that war and we were recently filled with pride to find this heirloom trench art created from an artillery shell that is most definitely a piece of Life Imitating Art. Time was passed waiting on life or death creating these works of art. The stories it could tell!! We only wish it could tell the artist’s name.
We found what we believe the cross and ribbon originate from. It’s called ‘Cross of Mentana’ or (Croix de Mentana), 1868. The Imperial French government authorized the wearing of the cross with uniform on 3 March 1868. If you know any more on this subject, feel free to leave a comment.