Saturday at the ReStore

Saturday morning.

 Time for errands.

 And a stop at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore.

These old library card catalog drawers were only $5.00 each.

Remember when we actually used them to find books?

They'd make great craft room storage
or display pieces for collections of vintage postcards or Valentines.

 

Weathered, Worn, Wobbly & Priceless

Literally "priceless". This chippy and many-times-repaired garage sale "leftover" was in the FREE pile at the side of a nearby road. Needless to say, I threw on the brakes and had this baby in the back of my little Suburu in under a minute!

I'd been looking for just the right thing to use to raise the planter next to the steps to our deck.

I knew the minute I saw it that this little stool was perfect. Even the color was right.

Fat Quarter Projects

Being in a quilt group, has encouraged me to organize my fat quarters and fabric remnants and think about what I might create with them.

Most of us who sew end up with a "stash" of beautiful fabrics we bought just because we loved them, with no particular project in mind. I'm definitely guilty!

 

Our Cobblestone Quilters group just had the reveal of our Brown Bag projects. The challenge was to make something wonderful for another quilter with only five fat quarters. I made this bag. 

 

 

Downsizing in the Garden

Now that Spring is here, we realize that we're not quite done downsizing.
We almost forgot that we need to downsize outside as well.

 

Gone are the three acres, trails through the woods, pool, fruit trees, and potting shed. So it's Goodbye to the lawn tractor, wheel barrow, and hoses for every occasion. Goodbye to the garden benches, broken, lawn chairs, yard art, soccer balls and pool noodles.

 

The Thrill Is Gone

Remembering BB King tonight.

 

We first met BB after a concert at Bowdoin College in 1993. DH was in a kick-boxing group with the daughter of his manager so we were lucky to have been given backstage passes.  Although he didn't know us, BB was so welcoming and patient as we all posed for photos after photo.

We saw him again at a concert at Great Woods in Massachusetts in 1995.
I was wearing the World Tour band jacket he gave us; DH wore the matching hat.

It's Fiddlehead Season

Fiddlehead ferns are a sign of Spring here in Maine.

Ayuh . . . we eat 'em!

  

They're called Fiddleheads because their shape resembles the curved head of a fiddle, or violin.

The ferns grow wild in wet areas. Finding them in the wild is not easy. Locals who know where fiddleheads can be harvested tend to be very secretive about their locations. For most of us, that means rushing to the local market when word gets around town that "the fiddleheads are in".

There's No Place Like Home

I feel the need to click my heels together one more time . . . I 'm finally HOME for awhile!

In the past few months, I've been to Florida three times, South Carolina twice and Mexico once. I said I wanted to travel in retirement so this has been a bit of a reminder to "Be Careful What You Wish For".

After three 12-hour days on the road, we  arrived home from Tampa this weekend. This trip was to pick up our grandson from the University of South Florida. Filthy and exhausted, it was nice to find these waiting for us. . .  tulips from BFF Mary Elizabeth.

Needless to say, much of the next day was spent in the laundry room. Packing is always fun; unpacking not so much. Who wore all those clothes anyway?

It's good to be back in Maine. Spring comes late here but it has finally arrived. I can't wait to have time to work in the yard . . .

And around the house.



I'm looking forward to spending quiet time in the craft room working on whatever project I feel like working on that day. There are always plenty of "works in progress", never mind the constantly streaming ideas for new ones!