Friday, January 27, 2012

The Girl Scouts

I dug out my old scrapbook and found a picture of me as a Girl Scout. It says I was the President of our Troop, but I sure don't remember that.

All of the talk on Facebook about Girl Scout cookies for sale made me think about my days as a Girl Scout. Cookies cost 50 cents a box, and I went door-to-door after school to sell them. I remember walking through the snow (and cold and ice) and going across Washington Street to neighboring streets where we really weren't supposed to go.

Did anyone else want to look like the perfect Girl Scouts on the box of cookies?These are pictures of my Girl Scout sash and badges. I was so proud of my badges.

And I loved being in the Girl Scouts.

I was in Troop 291 and my leader was Mrs. Tilford. Her daughter, Mary Ann Tilford, was in my class and was also a Girl Scout. Mrs. Tilford had been in the WACs, and sometimes on Saturdays I would go to their house and she taught us to shoot bows and arrows in the backyard, and to march together up and down the street. And Mr. Tilford would be in the kitchen in a white apron, baking bread. I didn't know any other man who baked bread, or any other mother who shot bows and arrows and marched in the street.

At our meetings, I remember taking turns reading Hiawatha, and we made Indian wigs out of black fabric.

And we would sing. Mrs. Tilford played the piano and we sang and sang. I still know all the words to "Make New Friends", and "Our Chalet Song".

High, high up on the moun-tain

We founded our Chalet ....

How much do Girl Scout cookies cost now, anyway? Those mint ones have always been my favorites.

Monday, January 16, 2012

What Do The Simple Folk Do?

January blues. What Do The Simple Folk Do?

What do the simple folk do
To help them escape when they're blue?
The shepherd who is ailing, the milkmaid who is glum
The cobbler who is wailing from nailing his thumb
When they're beset and besieged
The folk not noblessly obliged
However do they manage to shed their weary lot?
Oh, what do simple folk do we do not?

I have been informed by those who know them well
They find relief in quite a clever way
When they're sorely pressed, they whistle for a spell
And whistling seems to brighten up their day
And that's what simple folk do
So they say

They whistle?

So they say.

For me, pretty flowers help.

And old farts in overalls.
And summer memories of folk festivals.

And pillowslip dresses.

A backyard tableau.

Dulcimer music and my favorite dulcimer guy.

My Tennessee girlfriends.

The Red Stick Ramblers - always.

Log cabins.

Babies having a tea party.

Being silly.

And sunflowers - always!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Cooper's Hawk!!

It was a weekday morning in January like any other. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to make coffee. As always, I glanced out the back door at the birdfeeders, expecting to see a squirrel somehow stealing sunflower seeds from the squirrel-proof birdfeeder. Instead, perched on my trellis was a very large Cooper's Hawk! We stared at each other for a few minutes before I thought to grab my camera and attempt to photograph this unusual visitor. Pretty soon he flapped his wings and swooped away, circling over the yard, and landing on the fence. He sat on the fence for a long time. Oddly enough, there was no sign of the squirrels that are usually scrambling up and down the tree and robbing my birdfeeder. This hawk was definitely on the hunt.

Pretty darn exciting!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Christmas Dress 2011

One of my favorite things to do at Christmas is to make my granddaughter a Christmas dress.

This year's (or last year's) creation was made of Blizzard fleece, a simple jumper that she wore with a white turtleneck and white leggings and a big white bow in her hair. Here it is. The pockets were so cute.

I made this holly pin from fabric and added a vintage button.

She looked very cute!

It's the Thought That Counts

This year I made almost all my Christmas gifts. It's a funny thing while making gifts for people. You think about them while you are working, and wonder if they'll like it, and where they'll put it, if it's the right color, stuff like that.

This is a box I made for grandson E. He is 10 years old and loves to keep his stuff in boxes. I found this box at a thrift store. It was handmade by someone and very nicely done. I painted it, then decoupaged it with pictures of E. and sayings I thought he might like.

I lined the inside of the box with an old map. I wonder what he will keep in it.
This is a pillow I made for brother J. He lives in Washington, D.C., and his favorite holiday is the 4th of July. I made this pillow from a sweater.

This pillow was made from a t-shirt for my sister B. She is a chocolate lover, like me.

And I've been knitting!

I knitted bracelets for everyone - all the girls, that is. I used different types of yarn and dug through my button collection to find cool vintage buttons.

And when it's all over, I am always reminded of the saying that the joy is in the giving, not in the receiving. It is so true!