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Saturday, January 21, 2012

Saturday Night

While my Saturdays are usually a relaxing day for me, today I found myself itching to do some sewing so I  made some new tea towels and some lovely white linen fabric napkin rings.  I am waiting for some antique buttons to arrive to attach to the napkin rings so that I can finish them.  Sewing is relaxing for me and while I happily stitch away I find my mind running in all directions...thinking about a barrage of things as my sewing machine hums along.

Husband came back with a nice iced peppermint mocha coffee for me.  I like them but think they put to many shots of mocha syrup and peppermint so I have them cut the number of shots in half.  So, I now sit in the evening with dusk approaching sipping on my drink and watching the results of the South Carolina primary.  While I am a Democrat, I find it fascinating to watch the "other side" unload their arsenal of tricks and exaggerations on the candidates who are vying for the opportunity to go up against President Obama.

So, on this cool Saturday night I bade you good evening and hope that regardless of the weather, warm or cold, snowy or rainy you are enjoying you're evening.

Hoping this tune will warm you up!

Thursday, January 19, 2012

A Few New Items Added To My Shop

Here are a couple of new items I am adding to my Etsy shop:

French Inspired European Linen Tea Towel

French Antique Music Sheets from 1890's 

They can be viewed here:(HERE)

Also, on Monday, I inadvertently erased my blog roll.  If you are a frequent visitor and don't see your name listed on the side of my blog, please leave a comment so that I can add you back.  I have tried to re-list as many of my blog favorites as I can remember but alas, sometimes my memory isn't that great and I would hate to miss any of your blog posts.

Hope your day is a happy one!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Man's Best Friend

Ah, man's best friend.  What can I say to disagree with this.  I love dogs...any kind of dogs.  I was fortunate to have had two in my life and they were indeed the "love's of my life".  Our first dog or rather our daughter's dog was the runt of the litter.   I knew even though she said she would take care of him, I would be the one to REALLY take care of him.  His name was Tyson and we only had him for 7 years. During that time, he was hit by a car which left him with seizures which in the end would be the cause of his death.  He took medicine to control his seizures but it never stopped them.  If you have ever seen an animal have seizures then you know what I am talking about...if you haven't be glad because it is heart breaking.  He was a very sweet and loving dog but never seemed right after he was hit. I believe he was blind because he would chase balls and relied upon his senses to find them. I tried to find a photo of him, but I couldn't locate one.  I believe his photos are in one of the many boxes of photos that I have categorized but could not find.  He was a mix of a Labrador and a terrier but looked exactly like a black lab.

I never thought I would recover from his death, leaving his bed and food bowls out for over a month after he died because I could not bear to see them gone from where he ate and slept everyday.  He would die in my arms after a week of severe seizures.

Meet Josie...

My Josie ~ the love of my life
I waited over a year before I decided to get another dog.  This time she would be a Labrador/Golden Retriever mix.  Her coloring was like that of a yellow lab but her face was shaped like that of a Golden Retriever and instead of having large paws, she had very delicate small ones like that of a Golden Retriever.  Oddly, the first time I saw her she was outside laying on the back of another Labrador sleeping.  It was such an adorable sight!  She would also be the runt of the litter and never grow to the size of most Labradors and keep her girlish figure of 51 pounds nearly all of her life.  Her birthday was one day before mine...another sign she was destined to be with me!  And mine she was, following me from room to room even if I was only to be gone for a second.  At night, she would jump up upon the foot of our bed and lay there for about 20 minutes and would always jump back down to her bed onto the floor in her corner contented that we were all together.  I suppose she just wanted to make sure we were tucked in. HAHA

She was like my child and went with us wherever we went.  She only spent two visits in a kennel because I could not bear to leave her there.  I would make husband take her after the first visit because I could not stand watching her as she tried to escape the vet's office and the way her pleading eyes would look back at me when they dragged her to the kennel (and drag they did). The two times I did leave her, when I went to pick her up the vet would tell me she was such a happy and cheerful dog who greeted them every morning.  They would say they never had any problems with her...they loved her as much as I did.

At that time, we lived about 5 hours from our hometown and when we went to visit or if I had to go to help out with my husband's parents or mine she always went with me and would jump into the floorboard with her head under the seat.  She hated to sit on the seat of the car because it scared her so she was content in her small space behind my seat on her comfy blanket, head tucked under the seat.

She lived to be 12 years old.  True to what I have been told, you can never tell how sick a dog is until they refuse to eat.  That is when I noticed something was wrong.  Her appetite decreased and she developed a horrible cough.  When we took her to the vet, he said she had a spot on her lung and gave her two rounds of antibiotics which helped but never completely took her cough away.  This went on for about a year until one day she quit following me around and just lay on the floor. She struggled to get up, and quit jumping upon our bed.  Her cough had worsened and  the medicine (steroids) wasn't helping.  In the end she would go to the vet for more tests because I knew she was getting worse.  When husband went to pick her up the vet said she had gone into respiratory distress and if we took her home she would more than likely die before the night was over.  So, husband called me from the vet told me the news and came to pick me up to take me back to see her and talk with the vet about what we would do next.

What she did next amazed me.  Upon seeing me she tried with all her might to get off the table to get to me, something she hadn't done for sometime.  I went to her and held her and knew immediately that she was dying. She labored to breathe and could barely catch her breath but even as she labored to breathe, she looked up at me and smiled her sweet little smile.  I couldn't stand it any longer and agreed with our vet that we would put her to sleep. I did not want her to suffer any longer.  So, again my dog died in my arms.  I was devastated and once again found myself  in grief.  That was 3 years ago and even now, I grieve for her and my heart feels heavy with sadness.  You know, you keep expecting them to hop upon your bed or to follow you like before.

She Rules...This was her sofa and did not want to share with me!!!

Where she always waited for us when we were gone.

Several of my blog friends have recently lost their pets and each time I hear of a pet loss, it brings me back to the two I've lost, the unconditional love they gave me, their faithfulness and the joy they gave me while they were with me.  It never gets easier and I suppose there are those of you who after experiencing losing your pet would shut yourself off from having another one.  But for me, I want another and even if I have to go through watching them leave me all over again I'll still feel like nothing compares to having the love of a dog or any animal.

To all of you who have lost a beloved pet, one of our fuzzy friends my heart goes out to you and if I could say or do anything to ease the sadness that you are feeling I would.  All I can offer is the voice of someone who has been there. I can tell you that it does get easier, that one day you will be able to think about them without crying, that you will be able to remember them for the love and joy they brought to you, and that your heart will smile and sing again in remembrance of the gifts they brought to you.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Dancing Cheek to Cheek

My mother told me I was dancing before I was born.  She could feel my toes tapping wildly inside her for months.
Ginger Rogers

The art of dancing has always intrigued me and when I watch Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire dancing I am in another world, a world of gliding and swaying in step right along with them.  This is from the 1935 movie, Top Hat, a favorite of mine.


A new item soon to be listed in my Etsy shop:

Handmade muslin rag wreath Complete with frayed and ragged edges!

A lovely set of (6) Fall Ballet note cards.  The print is designed by EvaAgnes, who's lovely Etsy shop of nostalgic and dreamy prints can be viewed here:  (HERE)

Be sure to stop by my Etsy shop to see what's new.  (HERE)
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