Vintage Photo Friday on Saturday August 15, 2009

I have missed posting on VPF but I have missed seeing the wonderful photos you all share more.  I apologize for my absence.  The process of moving knocked me back a little more than I anticipated. Not sure why I used the past tense of knock…

The good news is that my parents on heading this way as I type from NC and will be here tomorrow so I can show off our first house, ask them to watch the kids in the yard so we can hit the boxes, and just sit in the yard and enjoy the space as a family.

In this spirit I share my dad when he was a cheeky little guy:

And here is my mother (oldest) with 2 of her sisters.  Also check out my aunt and new blogger, dobco on the other end!

Some of these folks may still be playing along. Check them out, quality blogs either way!

Green Jello

Knot Sew Crafty

Sheep on a Spring

Pineapples & Artichokes

Pamdora

Through the Looking Glass

Handy Crafts

My Own Crafty Wonderland

Woolanthropy

Los Angeles is My Beat

The Bee Bonnet Report

Living, Laughing and Loving in Austin

A Jen Too Many

Raine-works

dobco

Cheetah Velour

Bollops

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Edward August 11, 2009

Anne of Green Jello is such a smarty pants.

Read all about her Edward Project here.  I am sending him off to Crystal in the morning.  Be well. Plastic Edward…

Follow Edward’s adventure and check out other folks’ photos here.

Never Fancied Myself a Rainbow Kind of Gal… August 10, 2009

I tried last night to come up with wise words on turning 40.  But word retrieval issues kept getting in my way.

Sage advice from a 40 year old:  Do not play Taboo during your birthday weekend.  Just skip it, politely decline or scream, “NO FUCKING WAY” at the top of your lungs.  Seriously.

You see, I was once a fairly competitive gamer.  At least in my own head.  My husband and I were in a regular game group, before kids, and loved it.  I may have developed a bit of a reputation as being a little too competitive.  But I just called it being a WINNER.  So it was with a touch of this former glory that I approached the game last weekend.  Let’s just say I blew out the candles on humble pie for my birthday.  I completely and utterly stunk.  I believe the jewel on my birthday crown was when I had the word, Ballistic, and I said, “He went BLANK.” over and over until that little sand timer mercifully played me off like keyboard cat.

edit to add, YOU MUST WATCH THIS.  If ever I am down, this never fails to bring the mirth.

Yeah, so I am happy with 40.  Not freaked out about the number.  Just a little freaked out that I need to shop at the large print section of the bookstore, that my butt needs it’s own pull behind wheeled trolley, and that I appear to be just a shadow of my former Gamer self.  But I still challenge anyone to beat me at AIR HOCKEY.  I reign SUPREME.

40th B.day August 9, 2009

The Whole Wide World August 5, 2009

They Call it Chowdah August 4, 2009

So did you know that movers have a term for all the unpacked crap that is unyet boxed when they arrive?  I did not know until last Tuesday.

Sweet shit moving is hard.  A lot harder 7 years, 2 kids, a mess of lbs, and a festering thrift addiction later I TELL YOU.

I am embarrassed to admit that I actually had visions a plan to set my craft room up (in it’s entirety) the first night.  I am laughing at my former, less exhausted self and her silly plans.

I think I was prepared for the physical strain of moving but it was/is the emotional stress that has clocked me.  The public-ness of the process was not enjoyable, it felt a little like going outside with your pants down.  First folks come in and throw your stuff around, exposing all kinds of crud underneath, then they march out the door, displaying your junk until it gets to the truck.  Then you turn around and put on a show of excess for your new neighbors.  Delightful.

I (kinda) wish I had gotten a photo of all the trash we left in front of our old apartment.  It was an embarrassing mound, an embarrassing mound that spanned the entire length of the property – double lined.  And usually I am a good donater or freecycler but time was falling on our heads and we just put it all to the curb.  A couple of folks pulled over (after my own heart) to trash pick.  So much “chowder” was left in our apartment and we needed the stuff out in  2 days if we wanted our deposit back, and we DO. (Hello sectional sofa!)

I will stop complaining now because these are good changes that are happening.  I will appreciate and embrace them with grace, right?

Random shots from around the house:

Newel post at the base of the front stairway.

Above the stove.

Bit of the kitchen floor, original to the house, which is almost 100 years old.

Don’t YOU have a toilet in your yard?

Vintage Photo in Kitchen (will hopefully be back to Vintage Photo Friday next week).

The Bromeliads are from our thoughtful neighbors!

Snippet of the craft room.  Excuse the blur but somehow a blurry photo of cameras made me laugh.

More display of my collections in the craft room.

I still have a crush on my Etsy Boyfriend there in front.  Isn’t he handsome?  Wish he could help me unpack though…

I started a Flickr group called, Just Moved.  Please join if you’ve moved in the last year (or ever in your life!) and share your thoughts and photos.