Barefoot in the Grass
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My Love for Collecting!
All of my adult life I have been collecting things that most would discard into the dump. I love anything that has a "history" and I know that at someplace and at sometime, this item was used and loved by an ancestor of someone. I can find the oldest and nastiest things and immediately, I see a "vision". I can paint, sand, scrub or leave "as is" and put it in my home in a very special place. However, sometimes that "special" place changes from day to day. There is nothing I love better than sitting in my Americana recliner and looking around and creating a vision, a new vision that I have not seen before. I will jump up and move this and that and before you know it, my room (s) have changed. I have a lot of energy and do not require a lot of sleep so it is good that I have this hobby to occupy my nights while my dh sleeps and revitalizes his tired body.
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Laundry floating in the breeze.
Another fascination of mine has always been hanging laundry outside on the "clothes line". This, too, came from my Grandma Ila and my Grandma Bessie. Don't you just love their names? Back in "the days", dryers were only for the wealthy. My Grandma's were not wealthy, comfortable, but not wealthy. I think that during the years, hanging their laundry on the line was not an essential tradition, but a familiar one that they loved. To this day, I ALWAYS have a clothesline, no matter where I live. I get up early, check the weather, and if it is a clear day with sunshine, I will do an early load and hang it up before I go to work. When I get home and they are dry, I love to fold them and "sniff" the cool fresh summer breeze on my fabrics. Towels sometimes get very "hard" on the clothesline, but, I still love hanging them out there. Sheets and pillow cases are the best ever! When you climb in bed that night, you just smell the freshness and it helps you relax and fall asleep. SWEET DREAMS!!!
As a child, I was always hanging my dolly's clothes, building a tent with blankets and clothespins and having sleepovers in my backyard. We always "hoped" we would not get scared and could spend the night out there. Often times, the bright sun shining on our blankets would wake us up and we would be hot, but satisfied that we had "made it through the night" outside in our "tent. The tent would often stay up until my daddy had to mow the lawn or my mommy needed the clothesline. Our brown bag lunches would be eaten in their and our dollies took their naps in there. What a great memory of mine!!!
As a child, I was always hanging my dolly's clothes, building a tent with blankets and clothespins and having sleepovers in my backyard. We always "hoped" we would not get scared and could spend the night out there. Often times, the bright sun shining on our blankets would wake us up and we would be hot, but satisfied that we had "made it through the night" outside in our "tent. The tent would often stay up until my daddy had to mow the lawn or my mommy needed the clothesline. Our brown bag lunches would be eaten in their and our dollies took their naps in there. What a great memory of mine!!!
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