Paper Dolls for Boys

Raising 2 crafty boys and thrifting every chance I get.

Oh So Purdy October 17, 2010

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Can you hear the pout?  I have written many clever posts in my head over the last few months and to be perfectly honest, dear readers, I am a little hurt you didn’t leave me funny little comments.   But who can stay mad at you?

Here is a little vintage goodness I present to you as a gift of reconciliation.

Isn’t that a winning cover?  The font alone makes me happy but then you layer in the ticking and the little shinny apple and I am pleased as punch.

There is nothing wrong with the back of this book.  It is perfection and I am thinking on an occasion to use this for an invitation.

Sage advice.

A happy thing indeed.

I got nothing but I plan to scan them all so I didn’t want to skip C.  I will say 3 is my favorite number. Fate that I found this book at a rummage sale?  You decide…

Doll a little creepy but the text more than makes up for it.  “No one has ever seen a doll grow up.”  The author has a good sense of a child’s brain.


I will add E-Z another time.  I actually have some time on my hands, shoving away from the computer to better spend it.

I have missed you.



Step Right Up and Cast Your Vote! September 11, 2010

Joining the CB2 contest late, so hopes are low but I’m giving it a shot.

Entered here and  here.

If you are so moved, vote.

We could win a photo session with Todd Selby of The Selby is in Your House!  I happen to have and enjoy that particular book.  Home design without being too too.

As of 5 minutes ago, I’m only 568 votes behind the leader!  Spread the word Friends!


Life Lesson September 1, 2010

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…learned from my 8 year old.

We were driving to the beach this afternoon, no towels or bathing suits, a last minute jaunt to walk in the sand and put a period on summer.  On the way my son said that he wouldn’t like to live at the beach because then he wouldn’t look forward to going so much.

It would become common place, usual.

So goodbye summer.  I can handle this.


Vintage Color History August 28, 2010

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I started Vintage Photo Friday a while back but let it slide once I went back to work, along with dinner, laundry and naps.  I miss it.  I think some folks are still trucking with it and I am glad.  I Stumbled Upon these and had to share.

These images, by photographers of the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information, are some of the only color photographs taken of the effects of the Depression on America’s rural and small town populations. The photographs are the property of the Library of Congress and were included in a 2006 exhibit Bound for Glory: America in Color.

Barker at the grounds at the state fair. Rutland, Vermont, September 1941. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Jack Delano. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Backstage at the “girlie” show at the state fair. Rutland, Vermont, September 1941. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Jack Delano. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

A crossroads store, bar, “juke joint,” and gas station in the cotton plantation area. Melrose, Louisiana, June 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Marion Post Wolcott. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Shulman’s market, on N at Union Street S.W. Washington, D.C., between 1941 and 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Louise Rosskam. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Orchestra at square dance. McIntosh County, Oklahoma, 1939 or 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Russell Lee. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Rural school children. San Augustine County, Texas, April 1943. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by John Vachon. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Link for more photo goodness.


Goodbye Summah August 26, 2010

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Nobody wants to hear a teacher complain about the summer ending.

I get it.

So I will shut up and post a photo.

Later dearies.


I could totally live there, for the summer. August 23, 2010

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I am dreaming about this house.


Favorite Thrift Ever August 11, 2010

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People are always asking me what my favorite thing I ever thrifted was.  Okay, no one has ever asked me before.  What the heck?  It’s the perfect question.  So if someone were to ask me this thoughtful question I think I would have to answer a roll of waxed twine.  It’s been 4 years and it seems like a magical replenishing spool.  I have used it to package my etsy packages, wrap birthday presents, as clothesline to hang kid art, in craft projects and just as a beautiful piece of functional art sitting on the counter with a pair of scissors sticking out at the ready.  I love it.  I’m using it at the moment to wrap around my paint by number frames (more details to follow on exciting new plan of action concerning my PBNs).  Will photo both projects when finished but in the meantime, I was wondering:  What is your favorite thing you ever thrifted?  Could it be more exciting than mine, probably not but give it a go.  Link back with a post on your blog or if you don’t have one or are lazy, just leave a comment!

Let’s hear it:

Potty Mouth Mama

The Rinrins

Ranch Dressing with Eartha Kitsch

Thrifted Treasure

I’m starting small, let me know if you want me to add you to this link.


Summer, Thus Far August 7, 2010

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All shots taken with various iphone apps.

Long live the iphone, best camera I own.


Our Song of the Summer August 4, 2010

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If you have not checked out Thao Nguyen yet, please do.

Our whole family busted some serious moves to this song on our road trip to NC.


Tonsil Hell and Beyond… July 6, 2010

I am sick of thinking & talking about my tonsils.  It’s all slightly embarrassing.  Getting ones tonsils out conjures up images of cute little kids with slightly sad faces that light up with each fresh dish of ice cream.  It’s a whole different game for adults.  If you are a parent whose child is getting their tonsils out,  stop reading.  It’s not the same.  You’re doing a good thing getting your kid’s tonsils out while they are still young and ever so resilient.  This guide is for adult tonsillectomy so don’t freak yourself out by reading any further.  Thank you, come again!

I should start by saying I am not a doctor nor do I play one on TV so this is just advice from me based on my own recent experience.   I am hoping this can be a resource for those who are about to have or love someone who has undergone the removal of those little bags of infected throat blockage.  Pleasant.

I felt unprepared for the process, for the pain.  Although in retrospect I do remember my doctor saying, “In some ways it’s easier to get shot because you fix the wound and it heals, gets better and better each day.  Not so with a tonsillectomy.  It progressively feels worse.”  He was not lying and yet still I did not feel prepared.  Lovely doctor, horrible procedure.

I gave birth to my 2 boys via c-section.  I didn’t take any meds post surgery because I was a nut with worry about it in my breastmilk.  So I kind of thought I had this.  I was most worried about going under with general anesthesia and figured once I came out of that, I was through the rough part.  Again, so wrong.

First off, don’t Google.   Too late I suppose because here you are.  It’s true to say that everyone’s experience is different and that bodies heal differently.  I think it’s also true to say that people romanticize or just forget so it wasn’t helpful to me to read people saying, “I was eating barbecued ribs the 3rd day!” or hear people (and by people I mean my dear brother) say, “By the 2nd day I was like screw it, I ate fried and breaded Japanese porkkatsu.”  edit to add:  My mother reminds me that he got his tonsils out in Thailand and DID stay in the hospital for 4 days after the surgery.  Apples and Oranges. I did not eat anything except popsicles for 6 days.  If you know me, you are picking up that going without food is unprecedented.

Make sure you have help.  I asked my mother to come up rather last minute and am so grateful she was able to be there for me.  Some of my most comforting moments were when she brought me a cold cloth (super mom trick that works in any number of circumstances that I happily use with my own kids).   She initially booked a ticket, staying a week, but had to extend when it became obvious that I was going to need help beyond day 7.  I really think it’s rather inhumane that this is a day surgery.  A decision that I think has less to do with patient needs than with insurance but I’m not bitter.

This link was very helpful:  Adult Tonsillectomy – Guide for Friends and Family.   “Just when you think your loved one is on the mend (and believe me, they’ll think so too!) the scabs start to come off. The pain this causes pretty much pushes the patient to and beyond their pain threshold. The pain is not only in the throat, but in the ears – and is EXTREMELY painful…”  So true, so true.  This helped my mom give me and my slight bitchiness a break.  The visual, for her, of the scabs was enough to allow her to forgive my occasional attitude.  Given all with my eyes at this point because I still could not speak.   It’s been 2 & 1/2 weeks and my voice is still not back to normal.  Another helpful hint – I used a text aloud app on my iphone as a “voice” for a week or so there.  It’s hard to be when someone bitches through an artificial electronic voice.  “Bring me a another damn popsicle now.”

In terms of food, you’ll definitely be thinking about it.  I watched Food Network like a crazy person and drew up an elaborate list of dishes to make when I was able.  And last night I crossed off,  Palak Paneer and Coriander and Coconut Fish.  But in terms of eating post surgery I really didn’t.   I threw up Ensure on day 3 so I just went without.  If you can keep down something nutritious, you’ll probably heal faster than me.   The best tip was given to my mom, via FB, was Cheese Puffs.  In addition to getting your tonsils out, I think they kind of break your tongue.  I could (still) feel exactly where they clamped down my tongue for the surgery and my poor little guy still feels swollen and sore.  Eating was hard.  So initially taking tiny little bits of cheese puffs was the answer.  Tip – hit the health food store for a huge variety of puffs, including Veggie Booty.  It was good to have variety, I think I managed to try 10 or 11 different kinds, rejecting some but happy for the variety at that point.  I do not like popsicles, I don’t remember ever liking them but suck them down I did.  It helped to have one to get the horrible taste of the medicine down.  Oh the horrid taste of the medicine.  I am not a big medicine taker, if I can get away with not taking I don’t.  But I was swilling this crap down.  My hazy life was measured in 6 hour increments.  I was not prepared for how blurry it made my vision.  I could watch tv, thank goodness but after day 3 and I hit stage 2 of recovery, I could not text, type or read without feeling super nauseous.

The irony of it all is that I am kind of addicted to Slurpees, icees, coolatas, slushys.  Whatever you call them, I like them.  Kind and loving friends and a family brought me many a cup but they were too too sugary and sugar seemed to irritate my throat as much as citrus.  I could do popsicles but that was the sugar level I could take.

In terms of pain – ice. Ice helped tremendously, particularly when the pain went into my ears.  Having an ice pack along my throat and ears helped.  Stock your freezer.  And be on top of the meds, in an effort to take them before it hurts too bad.  It’s going to hurt worse when you wake up because you weren’t swallowing while you were asleep.  Get a humidifier and set it up near your upright sleeping self.  If it doesn’t help, it makes others feel like they are helping by changing the water.  Who knows!

This is what I wish someone had done for me:  I am taking you firmly by the shoulders, looking you in the eyes and telling you, “This is going to be some intense pain.  It will hurt but you will get through it, and somewhere down the line, be glad you did it.” (I’m not there yet myself)  Hope it helps.