What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Monday, July 22, 2013


There were fresh flowers to cut and new bouquets to replace the old..

There was reading this book in the cool of the morning while eating a scrambled omelet with peppers and cheese and while sitting all alone in the flower circle.

There was scrubbing the new (to us) fridge, unloading the old fridge of all its' food, moving the old fridge out,  using a shopvac on the floor and wall around it, bringing the new fridge to the kitchen- only to realize that the new (to us) fridge won't fit!  (arg!)  So then there was scrubbing the old fridge, returning the new fridge to our milkhouse to be used as the Cow Milk Storage Fridge (when the time comes), returning the food to the old (but clean) fridge and being slightly irritated at all the work that didn't really have to be done.  (But it is nice to have a clean fridge, albeit an old one.)

There was ice cream making (more on that later!) and huckleberry freezing and packing away.

There was sneaking out at rest time for just a *few*  childless hours of flea-marketing.  Ah, blissful hours.

I wanted this basket bassinet so so so badly.  I have somewhat of a basket addiction.  It was only $10.00.  My little practical voice kept saying "Where will you PUT it without it being in the way?  We already HAVE a cradle.  What if you never have another baby?"  and my little dreamy voice kept saying "But I could have THIS one downstairs and that other one upstairs- for when baby needs to be downstairs!  But look at that canary yellow!  But look at the folding legs!  It is so darling!  It is in such nice shape!  It is only $10.00!"  Eventually, my practical voice won over...but I can't promise I will listen to it next time.

I tend to go for the flea-market priced things versus the antique-priced things but I do enjoy looking at the gorgeous antiquey things.

The loot I brought home:

I can't decide if I should keep the fancy dress or try and resell it at the consignment shop.  It would make a fabulous Cinderella dress for a Halloween costume and a great Easter dress for Adele' in a few years. But it is from a bridal shop, so maybe I could get a healthy return on it.  Haven't decided.

The truck is for a stocking stuffer for a certain littlest Mister come Christmas time.

The slip is massive but has the most gorgeous pleated edging on bottom.  I will cut it off and make an underskirt to go under dresses for some flair (and a bit of length).  

The enamelware is enamelware.  What can I say?  I can't wait to see how the bread pan works.  (There was another one there that I can go back for if it works well.)

          Doilies, enamelware....very ME.  The only thing missing is colored glass and some vintage hankies.  and that adorable canary and white baby bassinet.

There was hair-cutting and handsome boys all around.

There was delicious lemon cookies, and BLT's and coleslaw and picnics.

There was first harvests from the garden and pasta salad.

There was visiting family from Kentucky at my sisters' house.  Grandma and Aunt Bridget, who we haven't seen since Andrew was a baby, are all that is left of Dad's side of the family besides a few cousins who I haven't seen since....oh, I was a kid myself.  

Even still, we make for a pretty big family photo!  (Elizabeth's husband was being a dork and hid himself perfectly behind me...which is why it appears that I have three arms in this picture.)

See?   There he is.  (He THOUGHT he could get out of a picture...)

Aunt Bridget asked for a quick family picture so.....

And that was our weekend.  

And now- a new week is before us! 

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