I am all hooked up on the internet again, but the connection has been kinda' sketch. I'm actually going to have some guy come and take a look at it again. Otherwise I would have been in here posting earlier. Maybe it's because I'm surrounded by all of the beautiful Evergreen fir trees. Right now I am sitting in my craft room/office. I already feel a lot better and a lot more organized. My friend Loralee gave me a little photoshop tutorial before I left that made me feeling more confident, as in "Why couldn't I have figured that out that beforehand?" The house that we're living in has a lot of "Falling Waters" elements. Hey, I have no problem living in my dollhouse. Blogging for me was very difficult these past two years in our townhouse. If you hung on - hooray for you. Now I feel like I can build the blog I really want to, slowly but surely. I'm still just going to do what I can this summer, such as work on my blog goals, and get into it more when school starts again for the kiddos.
Right now we are right in the middle of moving. Our place has become decorated with the fashionable furniture of moving boxes. Perhaps the saddest part is that my days of DI finds are winding down. About two months ago I found this little gem. It was only two dollars and a has become a gallery wall conversation piece.
The Mormon church has a "Young Women's Program." A female version of the Boy Scouts. This picture includes all of the Young Women for that specific area, most commonly reffered to as a ward. Note the year 1939, the year World War II started.
Imagine a time where rising hemlines were the only worry among the youth. I should think that all of these women have passed on now, or are about to go that way.
Mildred, Doris and Betty were the hot names of that time. As much as one may sigh at the sweet simplicity of "back in the day", I believe those names can be left well enough alone. However my mother would argue that the worst name in the world is that of her own, Sigrid Olsen. She says that there is only one way to define that name, "fresh off the Scandinavian boat."
Pardon the title, I just couldn't resist the slip of snarkiness. Here we have some lovely wooden stools that my children would soon find their little tushes on. However, not before we fixed them up to cause months of fighting and I'm pretty sure a wrinkle on my face (true).
I used this book and made each one have a specific animal.
This one caused the biggest fights. I had to hear my kids say things like, "I wanna ride the tiger! I wanna ride the tiger!" Which means they would teeter back and front before I told them to stop and start eating.
Nobody ever wanted to sit on the monkey because my husband told a gross story about the monkeys in Japan. Thank-you hubby, I have more painting projects for you, just keep talking like that.
My personal favorite was the giraffe, mostly because it looked realistic.
Here is the hippo. They're actually very violent creatures and I believe they are the number one cause of animal deaths in Africa. Don't quote me on that though, because I'm tired and can't quite remember the animal show I got suckered into watching with Anne-Louise.
Once upon a time, there was a boy in junior high and he called me, "Emily the Elephant." And no I do not have a "fat past." Way to make me remember you, but he only called me it once. I actually had a chart so that they would have to stop fighting and take their turns sitting on different stools. It lasted for 24 hours. Nothing like a backbone mother.
I have goods. People like my husband, mother, brother and sister like to tease me about how much I file away, organize and store. But hey, at least I keep it organized. Richard has quite a large stamp collection from his family. The best part is that the majority of them are from Canada. Except there is this one beautiful antique Teddy Roosevelt stamp that I just love. Because I am doing the theme "British Imperialism" as my latest decor, I most definitely think that these stamps blown up into a nice poster would be just posh.
These ones pay homage to British Imperialism over India. Remember The Raj? That green one in the lower middle I believe is from Turkey. I just went ahead and stuck it in there.
Here we have Australia, still a Commonwealth continent 'til this day. For years I had a koala teddy bear my grandparent's Wayne and Pearl Marie had given me after they took a trip to Australia.
These are the stamps of South Africa, place of the world's first concentration camps that Hitler would use to wag his finger at the British. The Dutch wanted Apartheid, Thatcher, Reagan and the others would refuse trade until it ended. These stamps have so much history. I would love to get a map of the Boer Wars. The most exciting part is when Churchill escapes from the Dutch prison camp on a train. Such historical bravery would later serve as the inspiration for this iconic scene in an Indiana Jones movie. I think all three: India, Australia, South Africa stamp posters side by side would be delightful.
I found these National Geographic cards on sale at Michael's. I'm giving them to my mother for her birthday. I think she would like them very much. You can go back and read about British Imperial decor here and here.