My baby started junior high today. He was looking forward to it until last week when somebody (Sam would not reveal who) told him he that everyone would be way bigger than he was, he would probably get "jumped" the first day and the principal would send him home from school because his hair was too long. My husband and I couldn't figure out why he had a sudden interest in weight-lifting over the past week. As it turns out, he was building up his muscles to fend off any would-be attackers.
After much reassurance by his sister, who just survived two years of junior high unscathed and a long talk with dad last night, our boy seemed to be a bit calmer this morning. He had a smile on his face as he headed out the door and dad said he was happy to see his friends once he arrived at school. Mom isn't doing so well, feeling a wee bit melancholy about how quickly her boy is growing up. I'm sure both Sam and I will feel better in a few days!
Fall is a time of new beginnings, as the kids head back to school and the easy-going days of summer give way to the regimented days of fall. I always have a sense of anticipating the new in September and I attempt to reorganize the house and schedule my time, the kid's calendars and all of the various family activities.
Over the summer months I neglected my little etsy shops, so I'm listing some of my sweet vintage finds and today I'm bringing you Market Monday, highlighting some of my unique treasures.
I always wanted to learn how to knit or crochet. When I was a little girl one of my great aunts very patiently attempted to teach me how to knit. Her attempts were in vain, but I still had visions of chunky knit sweaters and colorful scarves that I would someday create. Years later, as a married woman, my mother-in-law took on the daunting task of teaching me once again and I patiently sat down with the knitting needles in my hands and began knitting a sweater for my new husband.
Ten years passed and I finally asked my sweet Aunt Hope to finish that sweater (finishing meaning taking it apart and making it all over again.) I finally admitted to myself that knitting is not my thing. When a dear friend tried to show me how to crochet just a few years ago, I got that sparkle in my eye once again. Within a few short hours I realized, that like knitting, crocheting requires patience. Unless I wanted to devote the next ten years to the project, I figured I better quit while I was ahead.
vintage crocheting threads along with other vintage sewing supplies. I know the true craftsperson will be delighted with these special finds. I will be listing more over the next week.
So, now I've demonstrated my lack of domestic skills in the areas of knitting, crocheting and pie baking! After last week's pie fiasco, I couldn't resist showing you this beautiful pie plate. I love the gorgeous fall colors of rust gold, brown and blue.
I may not know how to bake a pie, but my mother bakes the best apple pie, hands down! I have ordered apple pie in restaurants time and time again when I smell one baking. I can't resist that tantalizing smell of cinnamon and apple mixed together, but I'm always a bit disappointed. It's never quite as good as mom's! She mixes in just the right amount of cinnamon and can roll out one mean pie crust - tender and flaky.
This beautiful pie plate would be the perfect reward for the pie maker in your life!
There is also a lovely matching casserole dish, perfect for a green bean casserole or those sweet potatoes topped with crispy browned marshmallows that everybody loves to eat at Thanksgiving (well, at least I love to eat at Thanksgiving.)
I have a kitchen utensil drawer, jam-packed with so many knives, choppers, sifters, graters, peelers, mashers and more. It is so full that I can barely close it. In fact I think my utensils breed at night. There are things in there that I'm sure I've never used and other things that I don't even know how to use. Besides that, I have a big basket sitting right beside the oven containing all the spoons and spatulas that I use most often.
For Depression-era cooks, every single kitchen item was treasured. Nothing was taken for granted. Everything was used and there was no such thing as waste. It is hard for us to even conceive of in our high consumption world.
This pair of 1930's kitchen utensils have survived the years. Imagine the stories they could tell. Seventy years of being used in the kitchen while families cooked, laughed, fought, cried, ate, prayed and lived together through lean years and plenty.
I love the apple green paint on wooden handle of this tin crinkle cutter and stainless steel Ace chopper. They would make a great addition to a country kitchen or a great gift for a collector!
These are a few of things I have waiting for you in my etsy shop. Remember, I'm posting new items weekly and Christmas is just around the corner!