Petula, Yard Sales and the Perfect Random Day

WARNING: THE KEEPER OF BLOGS warns that this entry is rawther long, dahlink

It has been awhile. Treatment has ended. My prognosis is good. I am getting my routine back after the year from hell.

Dear Reader,

Perhaps my blog may seem a bit self-indulgent. I make no apologies. I have earned the right to indulge.

I always wanted to be a star, but the problem is I like privacy too much. 

So here I am starring in my own way.

it seems I enjoy sorting and grouping and organizing; it relaxes me

i love to clean and make nice again a lovely old object that was once prized

by someone other than me

yard saleing and estate saleing and thift store saleing 

 never cease to make me happy

for me this activity is

soooo much more than what I might find

It is the ritual of the hunt that I love.

When I was working full time, a morning of yard sales had a way of breaking the previous week's spell.

Thirty-four years of school teaching was so stressful that I was BUZZING by Friday afternoon.

Thank heaven that a Salvation Army was located precisely in the middle of my daily three hour commute. If it had not been for that store and my iPod, I doubt I would have made it to retirement without becoming nothing but a puddle of mush.

a few of my fave finds

janis or jimi would've worn this

leather and fur hippie belt

sexy as hell

circa 1967-1972

One midcentury day ago

Etta loved

her cat

like only another 

gal-cat-lover-of cats

can understand.

She fashioned a furry baby

and put her under

glass

Oh, kitty girl

how I want

to remove

the glass

that encases you

so that I may pet you.

today I am in my standard house outfit

oxford button down

shirt

(love guys in oxford shirts)

comfy loose slacks

and my new Merrells

only lipstick today

and my Dyson

honestly they are worth the money

especially if you have pets

my favorite part is the removable plastic

canister

good-bye to vacuum bag smell

loving this oil painting that I picked up for a song at an antique mall in Charlevoix, Michigan

it was the last time I was out with my beloved aunt who passed away over two years ago

we thought it might be Chicago

feels like 1960's

and reminds me of Petula Clark's "Downtown"

Mom took us there

during THE DIVORCE in 1964

We ate at the

"Top of the Rock"

and I had grilled pineapple

which was quite the thing

for a knee-socked girl 

from

The Midwest

my name is Lil' Bea

I am my Mama's bad girl

and I rearranged my jewelry box 

which is actually

an old

Bakelite 

silverware containers

that 

I found for

two bucks

 My lovely squash blossom from a Christmas in New Mexico

 Photo of my Great Aunt Ruth and my grandmother Pearl circa 1906

 My grandmother Pauline Sophia on her high school graduation.

Until later. 
Enjoy each moment.