a car show and some yarn bombing

A couple of weekends ago we went to a fun little vintage car show at Farmers Market in Los Angeles. Well first we had breakfast there at our favorite spot, Loteria Grill.  Chilaquiles Verdes with fried eggs! nummers! 

We like to eat our breakfast leisurely and read the paper - there was a short column about an exhibit at the Craft and Folk Art Museum (just blocks from Farmers Market) - a yarn bombing exhibit. The local group had bombed the outside (don't worry, they bombed it with yarn and granny squares!) of the museum and I wanted to see it, so we drove over to see it after the car show.

Even the parking meter had been bombed ...

It was a fun and colorful day!

Joining in on the Rednesday fun at Cottage Sweet Cottage.

georgie the invincible

This is my Georgie. Georgie, the believer. Georgie, the dreamer. Georgie, the lover of love.

We adopted 12 year old George last year, along with his BFF Gracie, just a mere three weeks after losing our beloved Honey. 

Life being what it is, never a puller of punches --- two months after adopting George and Gracie, two months three weeks after losing Honey, we found out that George has inoperable cancer.  He was thought to only have three or four days to live. 

And yet, here we are, six months down the road, this very day ...

Happy as a lark!

He still has cancer of course and his now 13 year old legs are achy and wobbly but he loves to trot after his ball and scratch his long lanky body along the garage wall, dancing a little doggie jig and tossing his head as he turns at the end to begin another trip down the wall. 

He luxuriates in being loved and rubbed and hugged. I fear he must have only had a little love in his previous life, enough though that he is the sweetest of souls and enough so that he knew what he was missing and knew he had a doggie sized hole in his heart, that only a family could fill. 

This Georgie who wasn't interested in food when we got him (I coaxed him and fed him out of my hand), adores his chicken breast and rice meals that his new mommy makes him and perhaps even all his pills he takes twice a day, including a chemotherapy one, every other day.

Life is good when you believe and dare to dream and find love and a family.

Sharing A Favorite Thing on Saturdays with Claudia at Mockingbird Hill Cottage.

little bits of childhood

Little bits of childhood, lost and now found.

Oh! How I loved to play with my Barbie dolls growing up! My mom talked about giving my things to a younger cousin when I had outgrown them.  I think a little whimper came out of me, I loved them so. BFF's forever, my Barbie and me.

So I thought, even with my resistance, my mother had given them away long ago to my cousin in Missouri ... twelve years younger than I, to love.

So in 2011, when my dad passed away (my mother long before him in 1996 - and I never had the strength to go through the things in the house - my father and I lost in denial), my husband and I dug through the mountains of some fifty years of my parents belongings.

One day my husband found my Barbie wardrobe cases (three or four of them, there were!) and then a shoe box with these sad, lost little bits, that somehow hadn't made it back into their homes with the rest. Some things are Barbie, some things are Skipper and then, Skooter or Francie or someone???  All the important details have left my middle aged memory now.

They make me all smile-y again though ... 

Joining in the sweet Rednesday fun with Lillian at Cottage Sweet Cottage. 

Rednesday has a new home!

 

Joining in the fun for the very first outing of Rednesday at it's new home with Lillian, at Cottage Sweet Cottage. 

Thank you dear Sue for being such a great hostess, for so long!

A big thank you to Lillian for picking up the torch and continuing on with Rednesday!

I'm sharing a little sock puppy that my mom gave me 35-40 years ago now. WOW. WHOA. How can that many years have passed, huh?!  You can see in the second photo, behind his ear, that some naughty doggie tried to make a chew toy out of him many years ago. Thankfully I was present and able to extricate him from one very disappointed Siberian Husky in the nick of time!  WHEW.

And Georgie wanted to get in the act too this week since his cyber pal, Doyle, was on his mom's blog for Rednesday. He told me this morning, "Hey Mom! I'm kinda sorta red and I can do that stick my tongue out thing too, just like the sock puppy! I wanna show Doyle, he'll be impressed."

a 1942 wedding part two

Since you were all so very sweet and kind to me about my parents wedding cards last weekend, I thought I'd share some of their photos with you this weekend. 

Engagement photo 1941

Wedding photo 1942

Outside their first home in 1942 -
look at that cute apron!

My mom's aunt had a home on Lake Washington
in Seattle and my parents were married at her home.
These last two photos were taken there. I don't know
if they were taken before the wedding date or after?
From left to right:  

my dad, my mom, my dad's youngest brother,

who strangely makes me think of crooner Rudy Vallee
in these photos.  

There were many wedding announcements and 

invitations in my mothers scrapbook from her friends
... young women in love, eager to get married in 1942
before their fiances went off to fight in WWII.

My mother would later tell me how very many young men 

she knew lost their lives in WWII, the War to end all Wars.

Thinking of all those who have served and sacrificed so much,
with gratitude and remembrance this holiday weekend.

Joining in the fun with Claudia at Mockingbird Hill Cottage
for A Favorite Thing Saturday.

a 1942 wedding

I have been wanting to join in on A Favorite Thing Saturday but haven't been able to think of anything to post about until now ... my niece was married last weekend and that reminded me of some fun things I found from when my parents got married in February 1942.

I found my mom's wedding scrapbook at my parents house after my father passed away in 2011 - I was going to post a picture of the cover of it but for some reason Blogger won't let me upload any more photos?!  I also have a darling picture of my parents, shortly after they got married, outside of their first home together that I wanted to share today.  WAH!  Anyway, at least I got to upload some of her cards before Blogger pooped out on me ...

Joining in the fun with Claudia at
Mockingbird Hill Cottage on
A Favorite Thing Saturday

mister and missus

The Bride and Groom
with his handsome family.

The First Dance as Man and Wife,
my niece comes from a long line of gigglers.

thinking about

Today I'm thinking about these two, sets of two ...

My brother, gone from us nearly 17 1/2 years now
and his daughter, getting married tomorrow.

Somehow, life goes on, the years pass, time heals,
the heart finds joy.

Tomorrow she will walk down the aisle to 

these arms that will hold her and cherish her ...

"I have found the one my heart loves"
~Song of Solomon

sizzling temps and brush fires

(photo source)

Southern California can be a lovely place to live ... except for fire season ... which can pretty much be year round these days, with our ever increasing temperatures and drought conditions.

One of the three ongoing fires here, the Camarillo Springs Fire, is right where my husbands dearest childhood friend, 86 year old mother lives.  YIKES!  We assume she's been evacuated - thankfully one of her sons lives close by. 

(My cousin and aunt [in my last post] live in very close proximity to the northwestern and eastern edge of the fire.) 

I need to be working on what I'm going to wear to my nieces wedding (in one week!) and figure out their wedding present (or rather the wrapping of it and which I am awaiting a shipment of crafty stuff so I can proceed - I know, down to the very wire, as always!) but I find myself pulled to the TV for the latest.

The temperatures are supposed to drop tomorrow and the humidity rise ... think a good thought.