Spring Cleaning brings Show & Tell Fever

I have turned into a purging banshee. On a roll. No stopping me now. Another carload to the Goodwill today. Many great, good things come out of this, and one unfortunate one. From the looks of it, I have greatly reduced my chances of starring on Oprah's sequel to her 2 day hoarding extravaganza she hosted last year. That's ok though. I would much rather be on a makeover episode anyway.

As I clean out, I find fun things I want to share with my bloggy friends.
I am still learning to use my new camera. My indoor photography plain sucks. I hate flash, but haven't mastered the various settings to get the right look without everything being so grainy.
Please accept my apologies and know that I vow to get better, for me & for you.

I love all things embroidered, but have a particular affinity for the wonderful creations that I inherited from my great aunts on my father's side. Aunt Vivian & Aunt Ferol were sister spinsters (great blog or band name by the way), that were always making something. Something good! They lived together all their lives and had interesting ways of going about not unnerving one another by say, splitting the burners up on their stove so it was clear whose was whose. They also wore curlers with hair bonnets over them (in public) and rolled their knee high pantyhose down to their ankles to be worn as socks with their "Grasshoppers" by Keds. I am ashamed to say this embarrassed me as a teenager when we would go to the mall. I am also ashamed to say it would probably still embarrass me now. Come to think of it, they were probably equally as embarrassed of my 80's mile high bangs, horrible perm & ridiculous clothes....like this..

(current inside out, green striped shirt of mine used for scale)

And rightfully so. Can you believe my mom brought that over to me the other day? She still had it in the bottom of a bureau drawer. She thought I might want it. God bless her. Sure. Let me just pull it right on and let's see....hmmm..maybe a gigantic belt bigger than my torso, voila! I'm ready for that PTA meeting. Or maybe my husband's work picnic at his new firm. Either or.

Back to my aunts...when I would visit them as a child we would always make something fun. Tiny baby food jar terrariums stand out in my mind. Or their delicious divinity. Ummmmm! When they passed away, I was hoping I could move into their bungalow as I loved it so, and it held so many wonderful memories for me, but I was away at college, so it didn't make much sense at the time. I wish they were still with us and think of them with much love & affection often.
I hope you will enjoy their work as much as I do.
Aunt Ferol

Aunt Vivian



They didn't make this one. It's thrifted. But I like it too.