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My first baby turns 20….Happy Birthday David

My son Dave

On January 25th, 1988 I became a mother. David made me one. He arrived during Wheel of Fortune and the very second I layed eyes on him I was in love. I was almost 25 and walking on air, full of energy and bursting with joy to finally have my new baby.

In what seems like a blink, 20 years have passed, and he is a man now. He’s a sophomore in college, at the University of Illinois Chicago, studying Bio Engineering. Oh, how proud I am of him. I observe with amazement as I see him tackling Calculus homework almost with ease. I couldn’t even get through Trigonometry in high school with out dropping it out of frustration. I am so proud of how far he’s come and in the man he is turning out to be. He’s got a girlfriend now that he loves and I’m happy he has someone to love him back. I see him being affectionate with her and I know he’s got all that love to give because he himself was loved so much as a child. I tried to fill him full with love so he would be prepared for the life ahead of him. God know’s no matter how bad life gets, it’s knowing you are loved that can pull you though even the roughest times.

Yesterday, he heard the ringtone I use for for him and it is Mariah Carey’s song, Always Be My Baby.

It goes like this:

“You’ll always be a part of me

I’m part of you indefinately

Boy don’t you know you can’t escape me

Ooh darling cause you’ll always be my baby.”

And my baby he’ll be…no matter how old he gets-. Happy birthday D-Man.
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Kicking my exercise regime up a notch…

My Curves Coach…how’d you like to be accountable to her?

Last Sunday, I got the notion to check out my local Curves. I already belong to a gym, but it’s beginning to get boring, and if any of you know me, you understand how impatient I can get and how variety is my middle name.

My friend Cindy joined Curves last year around the same time as I joined my gym and she seems to to be shaping up in a good way. I’m getting there, but I just don’t think I’m doing enough. I’m guilty of slacking off, and the reason primarily is boredom.

So off to Curves I go. I made my appointment, got my tour, tried out the machines, signed on the dotted line and I’m in-a member of CURVES. I went three times last week and I love it! (No, this is not a paid advertisement!) What is so cool about this program is you are only working any given machine for only 30 seconds then you move on to the resting platform where you jog in place for 30 seconds, then it’s BEEP! Next machine. There about 10 machines that work a different part of your body and you go around twice for a 30 minute workout. Already, just 3 sessions in I feel so much better. I didn’t forget my other gym membership. I decided to go and just work on the weight machines for 30 minutes on Tuesday and Thursdays. I used to go and ride 9 miles on the recumbant bike but never felt like I got much of a cardio workout. With Curves, I’m working up a sweat and my heart is pounding. I am loving this new place. I recommend Curves to anyone who gets bored with exercising. It has a lot of variety and goes fast. Try it.

One more thing that I love about it that I have to pay extra for at my local gym is having a coach. At Curves, they have a Smart plan where a computer keeps track of my progress and gives me a computer print out of my strengths and weakness’ on the various machines as well as a real person who will weigh me weekly and take my measurements monthly to check my progress. Mentally, I feel accountable to someone and that’s a good thing. It keeps me on my toes. Oh, one more thing, since it’s all women at Curves, I don’t have to worry about looking like an Arf Arf when I go. There’s no men to preen for…hurray!

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Be still my heart…feminine is in!

I love sky blue denim. For fun I slid some Shabby Chic fabric underneath for a sneak peek at Springs new fashion trend.


May I introduce….Lydia Coatsworth, my vintage dressform

My very untidy sewing studio.

Some of you may remember back in October when I wrote about purchasing an old vintage dress form in Ohio during my travels there. While in the checkout line at the antique store, a man came up to me who was very excited it seemed to see me struggling to hold this magnificent find. He asked me what I was going to name her. Name ‘her’? A dress form? It seemed to me that I did remember reading somewhere that it is ‘essential’ to name one’s dress form. Okay, I won’t argue with that. I guess it somehow feminizes the form, sort of like mens’ inclinations to name their boats or cars. I began to ponder a vintage sounding name for about a minute and instantly, ”Lydia” popped in my head. It was as if the ghost of this dressform somehow magically infused my brain with the name-almost like ‘she’ chose the name herself. I went one step further and gave her a surname. Coatsworth seemed English enough and quite appropriate for a dressform. So, Lydia Coatsworth it is, and she seems to be completly delighted with her new moniker. As a matter of fact, I believe she looks like a Lydia, don’t you?

About 2 or 3 years ago I purchased a big lot of vintage laces, knickers and various small pieces antique clothing from a woman named Faith. She sold it to me for a song, and I barely looked through the box when it first arrived. Instead, I retired it to a shelf in my studio where it has remained untouched until yesterday.
It was then I decided it was time to clean up and reorganize my studio to make my space usable again. I am designing dolls for the magazine with a Feb 1st deadline, so this is my attempt at preparing for inspiration. I can’t possibly get creative if I can’t manage a square foot of space in which to work on. I’m getting my behind in gear. I’ve been enduring a lot of stress and heartburn from just looking at this nightmarish place. As I proceeded to clean, I began sorting through the boxes on my shelves. When I got to Faith’s box, a jolt of excitement hit me as I realized I had forgotten all about the treasures that lie within. I opened it again for the first time, amazed at what I had overlooked. Right on top lay a breathtakingly beautiful lace frock that looked like it could have been worn by a woman sailing the Titanic. As I held it up, it unfurled. It’s discolored laces fell into a pool in my lap. I noticed it was a tiny size and it occured to me it was something Lydia could wear-and with great style, no less! I gently dressed her form, turning her as I smoothed the laces out all around her. She let out tiny creaks of approval as she waltzed around on her stand. The dress fits beautifully, seemingly made for a woman named Lydia.

Ms. Coatsworth’s dress is made from antique laces and is gorgeously feminine. I love this style of dress. I am a bit of a girly-girl, loving my femininity, and dressing the part when I can. You can imagine my delight when I received a spring clothing catalog which showed ‘shabby chic’ types of styles, crisp whites and pastels with tiny florals and bits of lace! Curious, I Googled 2008 spring fashion trends, and much to my surprise and delight I found a site that used three words to describe this season’s styles: flirty (yes!), Feminine (Yes, YES!) and Flowing (YEEEESSS!) Be still my heart, feminine clothing is back in style!

I’m looking forward to spring shopping! It looks like light, billowy fabrics are in, topped with sweet, floral prints. I imagine crispy, clean cottons will be available, too, both in bright whites and subtle pastels. I’m already thinking about blush pinks, butter yellows and sagey greens paired with fresh, sky blue jeans (curvey gals all over thank you fashion gods for the 2% stretch Lycra in our jeans!). I can’t wait to slip a daisy in my hair and hit the sunshine.
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Can submitting our lists to the universe actually make them come true?

I just picked up the most current issue of Oprah magazine and I read an interesting article about a woman who created a Perfect Man list. On it was everything she required in a man, from his occupation to his physical characteristics, right on down to his taste in music and favorite hobbies. This list was a compendium of everything that constituted her ideal man.

As I read, I found the article to be a bit ironic, because just a few months ago my friend Laura presented this exact idea to all of us at our monthly Girlfriend Friday get together. She revealed that 5 years ago she put together a list of everything she wants in her next man. This subject came about as we all sat glued to our seats, listening with attentive ears to stories of her online dating experiences. Some of us in our group are married, and find the subject of dating a bit fascinating. It’s been so long since we’ve all dated, and most won’t admit it, but we live vicariously though her, finding the prospect of meeting new men a little exciting. (Yes, yes I know. Most single gals admit dating is depressing and can be a bit daunting. “Married women,” they usually advise, “Hold on to your men because dating sucks!”)

My one friend Cindy, has been widowed for 4 years and is now ready to begin dating. In our enthusiasm to get her started, we try to motivate her to join Match.com or eHarmony, but she just she won’t have anything to do with online dating. We thought we could help Cindy get focused on the thought of a new guy by encouraging her to start her own Perfect man list. As we began, we all had a feeling that this list idea was a little weird. After all, isn’t it crazy to expect that a man will materialize, fulfilling every single characteristeric we’ve recorded on our ‘wish lists? Laura insisted it was important to her, because it helped put her requirements for a new mate into perspective.

The Perfect Man list was like an exercise in therapy. As we sat around the table, we began tossing out ideas of what comprised our own personal versions of the ideal guy. Laura passed out paper and pencils to us so we could start our own lists.

“But we’re married, Laura!” we whined. “That’s okay!” she shot back, “Lets just pretend and do it for fun…think about what you would want in a guy if you order one up to your specifications.”

A part of me loved this list thing. I’m the kind of person who loves getting those funny questionaires in my inbox. After much thought, I answer the questions as creatively and honestly as I can, then proceed to send them to all my friends. What I love about these questions is they cause me to ponder about things I don’t usually think about. I enjoy these personality quizzes immensly. What I think they do is help me figure out all the little things that make me me. And so I began my list.

The woman in the Oprah article had visited a clairvoyant lady to discuss whether fate had it in for her to find a wonderful man to share the rest of her life with. The mystic woman instructed her to go home, sit down and write a list of everything she wanted in a man right down to the color of his socks. Her theory was that by writing down what she wanted would somehow enable the universe to get involved in making the list actually happen. The woman went home, sat on her bed with legal pad in hand and to her surprise, scrawled out three pages of qualities, some important and others trivial. After she finished, she placed the list in the back of her closet and soon forgot about it. A few years later, she was introduced to a man who she began dating. She liked him very much and felt he was almost perfect. She remembered the list she had written down years before. She pulled it out from the bowels of her closet and went over the long list once again. To her amazement, this man met every one of her requirements except for two!

So, here’s my thought. I don’t know if I really believe that letting our wants and desires flow out of us via a pen really enables the universe to act as a pseudo fairy godmother. But, I do believe that by making a list of what we want, whether it be a man or a career goal, does enable us to make what we want more real, and brings it to the forefront of our minds. Getting desires, dreams, and goals down on paper might give us the oomph we need to get off our butts and make them happen. Physically seeing what you want on paper makes it more real, more tangeble. At least the lists have the potential to help us become pro-active in making our dreams come true. Some experts even agree that list makers are more successful at accomplishing their goals than non-listmakers. Take that to the bank.

Now that it’s January, why not sit down and make a list? Will yours be a wish list for Mr. Perfect, or will it be your To Do list for the new year? Do you have definate ideas for the way you’d like the rest of your life to go? Write them down. Make them happen. If anything, you might approach the idea of your list topic the way I do those email questionaires–as a challenge to delve into your psyche. In filling out your list, you just might find out something about yourself, too, and it could be a pleasant surprise. Remember, just as the clairvoyant woman suggested, as soon as the words leave your pen, you submit your wishes and desires to the universe-or maybe we submit them to oursleves. Think, dream, live and make it happen.

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Some sound advise from Eleanor Roosevelt…

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

–Eleanor Roosevelt

A friend of mine just left after visiting me for a week over the New Year holiday. She’s a fun friend–gutsy, loud, boisterous and if you ever met her, you’d think she had nerves of steel. She is in the midst of a divorce right now and also struggling with her body image.

She never was a big girl. In high school she was about a size 8–she was always smaller than me. A few years ago, for whatever reason, she gained about 100 lbs (probably due to the stresses of being married to a man with the personality of Simon Legree). Through dicipline, hard work at the gym and by changing her eating habits she’s since lost that excess weight. While she was married and during her ‘fat period’, her husband belittled her, calling her ‘fat slob’, and saying things like, “you’re not pretty, you’re fat,” and other very hurtful things. She was deeply and negatively affected by the things her inconsiderate, thoughtless husband said to her. So now, even after shedding the bad husband and managing a 100lb weight loss, she still looks in the mirror and tells me she sees herself as fat, and has a very difficult time feeling good about herself. If only Eleanor Roosevelt were there to make it all better with her words of wisdom.

I, too, suffer from time to time with this same kind of self conciousness. I am a plus size girl, starting out as a size 14 in college, bumping up to a size 16 when I got married and gradually creeping up and up after each subsequent baby (I had five). To combat these feelings, I made up my mind I first wanted to be healthier, so I began a gym membership and figured out what I was doing wrong in terms of how I was eating. I am now a happy size 22, hoping to return to a size 16 some day. Sure, I’d be delighted if I could lose another 40lbs, but I am not obsessing over it. Despite my weight, I also know I am a wonderful, happy person with a lot to offer and a lot of love to give.
As I have tried to suggest to my friend, it’s best to look long and hard at yourself and find some things you absolutely love about yourself. Look in the mirror on a daily basis, think about, find and accentuate your positive attributes. Celebrate them and think about those elements of your body as opposed to always focusing on the negative. My attitude was, I wanted to make to make positive changes that would affect first and formost my health. If I lost weight, that would be an added bonus. I won’t allow anyone to make me feel inferior without my permission. Don’t allow people or society to do this to you either.

After I turned 40, it was like a light bulb went off in my head. Almost overnight, I felt more confident, sexier and wiser than I have ever felt in my life. I didn’t feel the same. It was like the old Emily was gone and I was happy. I felt like I got an invisible shot of self confidence to set me on track for the second half of my life. Now I look in the mirror and notice the sides of my back and see how it is getting narrower and I love that little curve of my butt despite a bit of cellulite. I’ve grown my hair long and it makes me feel glamorous. I dress differently. I choose clothes that are sexier, accentuating my cleavage and I stay away from oversized tops that, despite my shrinking belly, still make me look pregnant. Instead, I like my clothes to fit a little closer, showing off the parts of my body that I feel are my positive parts.
Remember, you may never wear a smaller dress size, get bigger (or smaller) boobs, have a nose job, or whatever it is that is causing you grief. What you should do is embrace yourself, and love you more than anyone else does, despite whatever physical flaws you may think you have. When you feel good in your own skin, it becomes evident in everything you do. Let your positive attitude shine. Allow no one to make you feel self concious or worthless with out your permission. Let their words roll off your back. Remember you are a beautiful, worthwhile woman. Now, go look in the mirror, start loving your body and make Eleanor proud.
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Ahhh…January

Out with the old, in with the new. That’s how the saying goes, and I heartily agree.

For a large part of my adult life, January has been my favorite month. I welcome the quiet that January brings after a long month of hustle-bustle holiday festivities, shopping and decorating. As soon as Christmas is over, I can hardly wait to take down all the holiday decor, get my house back in order and set my sights on the rest of the year.

Many people look forward to propping their feet up with a hot cup of tea while they pour through seed catalogs. Either they are die-hard gardners or wanna-bes who, with all the best intentions, know that this year they are going to finally get that first garden going. Personally, the publications I look forward to are the decorating magazines that feature a winter white theme. I love the inviting magazine covers that lure me inside with pages of photos filled with chunky sweaters and wool-textured blankets all in various shades of cream and white. My heart skips a beat when I see photos of white laces side by side with ironstone and milky canvas slipcovered sofas. These January issues get me in the mood to redecorate and pare down my possessions. I really do strive to have open spaces and a creamy white interior just like Rachel Ashwell’s.

January is also when the knitting begins. Since life is much quieter and less hectic, I have time to pull out my creamy white yarns (or purchase new ones, yea!) and load up my needles to commence a new knitting project. My favorite thing to knit is scarves, mainly because that’s all I can knit. I haven’t really got the nerve to learn how to read patterns. They scare me. I think my fear is of failing-that I really won’t be brainy enough to actually figure out the knitting key, codes or whatever they are called. Some day I will ask a seasoned knitter to sit down with me and give me ‘how to read a pattern’ lessons. But, until then, I will continue on, knitting my lengthy wraps, pretending to be a faux French gal.

Now that I’ve broached the subject of scarves, lets discuss them a bit. I love scarves for several important reasons. When I have one around my neck, it detracts attention from my hips and mid-section. Being a curvey gal, this is a nice plus. A scarf in a pretty color can frame the face and bring out the eyes. That can’t be all bad. Neckwear is our friend. And just like a woman, it can multi task. They can keep us warm, give us an aura of sophistication and, at the same time, balance out a big belly or butt.

My friend Cindy has a daughter who studied in Italy for one semester during her junior year of college. Susan told her mother about the Italian women and the type of fashion they all seemed to follow. La donna’s wore boots and scarves during the cold weather. Just like French women, fashionable scarves are also worn over tops and sweaters for a very chic look. Just last month, Cindy met me at a party wearing a very colorful scarf draped around her neck, giving her the presence of a sophisticated French woman. I loved her look so much, I had an urge to run out at that moment to purchase an equally sexy scarf so I, too, could achieve that same savoir faire. It may not be politically correct these days to desire to be French or even French-like, but you can’t deny that Parisians do have the right idea when they employ a simple scarf to bring about a look of utter, total fashion togetherness. Imagine how sophisticated you might feel if you sipped coffee in a restaurant, while reading the paper or typing on your laptop with a scarf softly looped around your neck. Oui oui, ohhlala and all of the above.

Scarves can be relatively inexpensive if you seek them out from the proper low cost sources. Every time I take a girlfriend getaway trip to New York City, I drag my travelling buddy to China Town or the street fairs in Little Italy to stock up on Pashminas where I can purchase them for around $5 each. (Once I found a fabulous designer silk scarf on the ground while walking through Times Square. I scooped it up, feeling like it was there waiting for me to find it and take it home to Chicago. How lucky to have scored such a find. It smelled so good, probably just like the woman who wore it. She obviously had equally as good taste in perfume as she did silk scarves.) I also love the thrill of the hunt when I get in the mood to search for them at my local thrift shop or second hand boutique where I’ve been lucky enough to find one for a song in a fabulous color, pattern or better yet, a designer label.

If you haven’t already, give a colorful, delightful scarf a chance to wrap itself around you and work its magic. You might feel amazingly French for a few moments, until you morph back into the amazingly fantastic you. Happy January!

Click here to learn how to fashionably tie a scarf once you find the perfect one.
http://www.texeresilk.com/cms-scarf_tying_guide.html


This is me wearing the scarf I found on the ground in Times Square. It still smells like the Chanel cologne worn by it’s previous owner.

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The wonder of Christmas?

I don’t know. What is it about Christmas that is such a let down for some people, myself included? I’m no Scrooge by any stretch of the imagination, in fact, I think I’m one of the most upbeat, happy people I know. Until it comes to the holiday season. This time of year makes me feel like I can’t wait till its over. I just long for January.

I remember when I was a kid the holidays were so fantastic. Sure, the presents were the main focus for me, but what really warmed my childish heart was the people who came around just once a year for their Christmas or New Years visit. They would bring with them jolly laughter, happy attitudes and sometimes their kids, whom I enjoyed so much. Being an only child, I would thrive on the company of others. I loved to be in the room with my dad as he visited with his buddies from work, drinking ‘hi balls,’ laughing and enjoying delicious snacks. Most of the time, the guys would bring their wives and the women would visit with my mom. My father was such a people person. What gave him joy was being with people, and I believe I have inherited that social trait from him.

Fast forward almost 30 years. I am 44, my dear father has been gone 25 years now and I have a family of my own. I have 5 kids, 3/5ths of them teenagers with lots to do on their own. My dear mother in law passed away 3 years ago, and my husband’s grandparents are now both gone. I have my mom and her husband, both who happen to be too sick to visit on this Christmas day. My husband’s only uncle and his wife live in Florida and didn’t want to make the trip up to spend Christmas with us. That, I guess,I will never understand. Why would two people rather be alone than make the trip to Chicago to spend time with their only family? I find myself with my immediate family and it feels like a normal day, nothing special. That warm, cozy feeling I used to get from Christmas is gone. I don’t know what happened. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and I am grateful to have children. I would be quite alone if I didn’t have them. They are sweet kids and I’m not complaining. I am not trying to sound ungrateful either. I am fully aware there are others who are much worse off than myself, and wish they had an immediate family to spend the season with. But, I can’t help how I feel. I just need to get this out. I miss my dad, my mother in law and having my friends around. Did I also mention my husband is fast asleep on the couch, just like he is everyday? It’s so boring.

What I long for is people. I envy families who, in my mind, are lucky enough to have big holiday get togethers with a family dinner, boisterous noise, music and everything else that goes along with an idyllic Christmas celebration. Most people who experience these types of celebrations tend to dislike it. They roll their eyes and say, “oh, it’s Christmas and we have to put up with Aunt Marge and her little digs.” I would welcome the chance to have to put up with a relative or other person I didn’t really care for. Mostly, because it’s something different. I welcome change if given the chance. I think that time for me will come when my children are grown and have families of their own. Hopefully, we will all gather at grandma’s house (me) and my home will be bursting with daughter’s in law, grandchildren and craziness. This calm Christmas I am experiencing now is extremely lackluster and leaves much to be desired. It depresses me, but I don’t let it show. I think my kids even wish the same as me and long for a ‘happier’ Christmas. We all wish we could conjure up a last minute party with every available friend and with every relative we have left.

So, I set my sights on New Years Eve. I am making my phone calls now, trying to get some friends to commit to an evening out at the Franz’s. I’d absolutely love to feel once again , that joy I had as a child during the holidays. I want once more to feel that happy feeling I had when the doorbell would ring and I knew that just on the other side of that door was holiday visitors coming to make merry.

Got plans for New Years? Rumor has it there’s a hopping party at the Franz’s this year.

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Quotes in my candy…

Today, as I was sharing some Italian chocolates (courtesty of Cathie…you know who you are!) with my father in law Ed, he noticed there was a little wax paper inside each neatly wrapped Buci. Since the lid of the box deemed these candies ‘romantic chocolates’, each of these little papers touted a beautiful quotation about love in four languages-Probably the Romantic languages, Italian, French, Spanish and hmmm….what’s that last one?
I managed to search the trash and rescue 3 of the little wrappers.

A kiss is a secret to behold to the mouth instead of the ear.

Love is blind to faults, friendship loves them.

We’ve spoken a lot about love. Now let’s try to listen to it, shall we?
ahhhh…I’m overwhelmed by the sound of these sweet thoughts.

It’s a shame I only noticed these paper delights just as I was finishing the very last delectable morsel of chocolate and hazelnut. I am saddened that I could have enjoyed an entire boxload of quotations on the topic of amore. Being a lover of the written word, these would have gone over quite well. Darn! Do you know what I think is one of my character flaws? I get such delight out of the dumbest things!
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The books that have me captivated…

I spotted this book, Five Wishes by Gay Hendricks on another blogger’s site, and I promptly ordered it from Amazon.com and took advantage of their free shipping offer.
I also ordered The Power of Body Language by Tonya Reiman. You can see her weekly segment on O’Reilly (Fox NEWS). Bill gives her video clips of current interviews by politicians, crime suspects and celebrities in the hopes of reading into their body language to see if they are telling the truth or not. This whole concept of body language has me very interested. After I read up, I will have the knowledge equivalent of X-ray vision to see if people who are talking to me are lying or if men are flirting….this should be fun!

I’ll keep you posted on what I get from both books. But for now, it’s back to the sofa to get lost in my books. What are you reading?
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Back from my roadtrip with the Gals!








We returned late Sunday from Ohio where Rhonda, Cat and I attended the From Their Hands show near Dayton. We had a great time, met some new artsy gals and did one whole hell of a lot of shopping! We hit Ohio’s largest antique mall in Springfield on the way home and I scored a very vintagey antique dress form! I’m so thrilled. She’s a beauty with her wire form ‘skirt’ and her pressed cardboard bodice. I immediately plunked down a sizeable amount of $$ to get her, because you just don’t see these items very often in antique shops. I also found two very perfect baby slips which I plan on using for a few new folk angels I want to create sometime in the near future.
We had a fun weekend and got along perfectly. Things went on without a hitch! We skipped the show on Friday night since we were tired from travelling. We just wanted to get some warm food in our stomachs and go back to the hotel and stretch out on one of the deliciously comfortable beds complete with piles of comfy pillows and white, plush down comforters.
On Saturday we got to the show early, just after it opened. Shortly after arriving I was browsing in a booth and a woman came up behind me and I heard a voice say, “Are you Emily?” I said, “yes, but how do you know me?” The stranger lady said, “I know you from your photo…you’re Emily from Hootin Annies, aren’t you?” I have to admit, I was a bit tickled. It was June from Ruby June’s Folkart, and I have ‘talked’ to her several times on the Primitive & Rustic Delphi Board. June was sweet and friendly and we all posed for a photo together. It was really neat to meet someone new and put a face to a name. Thanks for the thrill June!

We spent several hours at the show, shopping and meeting different artists. We met the two ladies from Kindred Spirits and Elaine from Alphabet Studio. How fun it was! At the Kindred Spirits booth, I scored a bag of colorful wool roving and my plan is to mold myself some tightly felted wool balls to display in a bowl. I was given some verbal instructions and a demonstration on how to wind the balls so they turn out as round as possible. I also picked up a needle felting instruction booklet and some needle felting needles.

I oogled the amazing collage art by Irene Gates, and after about 1/2 hour of gawking, I felt compelled to purchase a little painting to add to the little Tascha collection I have hanging in my downstairs powder room. The one I chose is a little mysterious with a black cat at the bottom, but it matches perfectly with the purple walls and the others it will share wall space with.

I picked up some wool pieces and a purchased a handmade primitive doll from the gal on the right in the photo of all of us together. The doll was irresistable and I just had to adopt her and give her a home with me.

After the show, we had an early dinner then headed north back to our hotel. We wanted to hit a primitive shop which was a bit farther north past our hotel, and on the way we stopped at an antiques sale in someone’s barn just off the highway. We pulled in and as I got out of the car I was greeted by this very plump and friendly black cat. Yes, the cat immediately sought me out, the Crazy Cat Lady as my friends affectionately call me. She came right up to me and followed me around as I browsed the barn for bargains. I snapped some photos of her so I could remember her very nice welcome.
I picked up a straw hat with red accents and a vintage porcelain frog for Ed, my father in law. He loves frogs and honestly, knowing this, I have implemented a ”no frog left behind” policy, so he got another one for his collection which is already bursting at the seams. I paid for my stuff, popped the hat on my head and we all piled in the van once again to continue on our journey to The Good Wives. I called from a gas station and the shop owner told me she had already closed at 3pm, but, out of the kindness of their hearts, they decided to let us come late ( like 2 hours!) and they reopened the shop for us to browse. How nice is that! When we arrived in Marion, Ohio, we were greeted by the 3 owners all dressed in colonial period costumes fwhich they had worn for their open house which was hours earlier. The women all looked so fabulous dressing the part of the good wives! One woman even had the big buckled shoes which looked so authentic.

We spent a good hour there and took home lots of fabrics and other treasures. I picked up 4 yards of fabric and a Prairie Girls book which, so far, is a very interesting read.

We had a fantastic time and I’m so glad I went! By the time I got home Sunday night,all I could think of doing was climbing into bed and going to sleep. I was exhausted from a full day of shopping and travelling!