>Vintage collars

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My grandmother sent me a package in the mail from an old family friend (Dorothy) and in this package are some vintage pieces of lace.  My family and friends know I love these things and Dorthy is so sweet these are her family heirlooms I have other pieces from her in my collection from her family.  I am always excited to get new old pieces to add.

This first one is a piece of hand made needle lace.

needle laceneedle lace
needle laceneedle lace

This next piece is a piece of vintage cotton bobbin lace  that has had a piece of crochet added to its header.  This made it a much wider piece of lace.  the bobbin lace was either a decorative edge at the top outside of the collar or it is what the wearer used to pin the collar to their sweater when wearing it and was placed inside near the skin in that case.  The bobbin lace is very narrow about 1/2 inch so it is hard to see in these photos sorry about that.

crochet
crochet collar with bobbin lace trim at top

This next piece is also a Crocheted collar.  Made out of a much heavier thread in cream and green.  even though this is a heavy looking colalr it has lots of fine detail.

crochet collarcrochet collar

This next even though it is a machine piece of lace (acid lace)used as a collar it is very very pretty.

machine made lace collarmachine lace collar

Last items in the package are three machine pieces of lace in medallion form.  they are pink and one has seen way to much wear but they are beautiful to me all the same.

machine made lace medallion
vintage machine made lace medallion

This last collar is a piece of battenberg that I found thrifting (junking) and just thought I would show it too while I was at this. It has nothing to do with the package in the mail.

thrifted collarthrifted collar

If you want to see a few of the other collars I have go here. I have more just have not added all of them to flickr yet.

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>Sent to me by my best child hood friend

>Sandra felt as low as the heels of her shoes when she pulled open the florist shop door, against a November gust of wind. Her life had been as sweet as a spring breeze and then, in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a “minor” automobile accident stole her joy. This was Thanksgiving week and the time she should have delivered their infant son. She grieved over their loss.

Troubles had multiplied. Her husband’s company “threatened” to transfer his job to a new location. Her sister had called to say that she could not come for her long-awaited holiday visit. What’s worse, Sandra’s friend suggested that Sandra’s grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer.

“She has no idea what I’m feeling,” thought Sandra with a shudder “Thanksgiving? Thankful for what?” she wondered.. “For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended me? For an airbag that saved my life, but took my child’s?” “Good afternoon, can I help you?” Sandra was startled by the approach of the shop clerk. “I . . . I need an arrangement,” stammered Sandra.

“For Thanksgiving? I’m convinced that flowers tell stories,” she continued.. “Are you looking for something that conveys ‘gratitude’ this Thanksgiving?”

“Not exactly!” Sandra blurted out. “In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.”

Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the clerk said, “I have the perfect arrangement for you.”

Then the bell on the door rang, and the clerk greeted the new customer….

“Hi, Barbara, let me get your order.” She excused herself and walked back to a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and what appeared to be long-stemmed thorny roses. Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped; there were no flowers.

“Do you want these in a box?” asked the clerk. Sandra watched; was this a joke? Who would want rose stems with no flowers! She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed.

“Yes, please,” Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. “You’d think after three years of getting the special, I wouldn’t be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again,” she said, as she gently tapped her chest.

Sandra stammered, “Ah, that lady just left with . . . uh . . . she left with no flowers!”

That’s right,” said the clerk. “I cut off the flowers. That’s the ‘Special’. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet. Barbara came into the shop three years ago, feeling much as you do today,” explained the clerk. ” She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had just lost her father; the family business was failing; her son had gotten into drugs; and she was facing major surgery. That same year I had lost my husband,” continued the clerk. “For the first time in my life, I had to spend the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too much debt to allow any travel.”

“So what did you do?” asked Sandra.

“I learned to be thankful for thorns,” answered the clerk quietly.

“I’ve always thanked God for the good things in my life and I never questioned Him why those good things happened to me, but when the bad stuff hit, I cried out, ‘Why? Why me?!’ It took time for me to learn that the dark times are important to our faith! I have always enjoyed the ‘flowers’ of my life, but it took the thorns to show me the beauty of God’s comfort! You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we’re afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others.”

Sandra sucked in her breath, as she thought about what her friend had tried to tell her. “I guess the truth is I don’t want comfort. I’ve lost a baby and I’m angry with God.”

Just then someone else walked in the shop.

“Hey, Phil!” the clerk greeted the balding, rotund man.

“My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement, twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems!” laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

“Those are for your wife?” asked Sandra incredulously. “Do you mind telling me why she wants a bouquet that looks like that?”

“Four years ago, my wife and I nearly divorced,” Phil replied. “After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord’s grace and guidance, we trudged through problem after problem, the Lord rescued our marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she had learned from “thorny” times. That was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific “problem” and give thanks for what that problem taught us.”

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, “I highly recommend the Special!”

“I don’t know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life,” Sandra said to the clerk. “It’s all too .. . fresh.”

“Well,” the clerk replied carefully, “my experience has shown me that the thorns make the roses more precious. We treasure God’s providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember that it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love…. Don’t resent the thorns.”

Tears rolled down Sandra’s cheeks. For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on her resentment. “I’ll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please,” she managed to choke out.

“I hoped you would,” said the clerk gently. “I’ll have them ready in a minute.”

“Thank you. What do I owe you?”

“Nothing. Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart… The first year’s arrangement is always on me.”

The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra. “I’ll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first.”

It read:

“My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant.”

Praise Him for the roses; thank Him for the thorns.
God Bless all of you. Be thankful for all that the Lord does for you.
“Live simply, love generously, care deeply, speak kindly, and leave the rest to God..”

We often try to fix problems with WD-40 and Duct tape.
God did it with nails.

>Christmas Survival Kit

>If you need a quick and easy gift for school teachers and people of that sort, this may help.

Supplies:

  • a stick of gum
  • a birthday candle
  • chocolate candy kiss
  • a wood match
  • a tootsie roll
  • a safety pin
  • smarties
  • a starburst candy
  • a snickers bar
  • and a small bag to hold it all

Also, curling ribbon to tie it closed and a copy of note.

note of christmas survival kit

Note reads:

Christmas Survival Kit

A stick of gum to remind you to stick with it.
A candle to remind you to burn brightly.
A chocolate kiss to remind you that you are loved.
A match to light your fire when you feel burned out.
A toostsie roll to remind you that you’re not to bite off more than you can chew.
A pin to remind you to stay sharp.
Smarties to help on those days that you don’t feel too smart.
A starburst to give you a burst of energy on those days when you don’t have any.
A Snickers to remind you to take time to laugh.
A bag to help you keep it all together.

items in kit

We also tied two of the ornaments we made out of corn starch to the outside of it.

>2nd day of the twelve days of Christmas

>My kids are having so much fun with this, and I am, too. I know it is only two nights, but we had fun trying to guess what the next day’s item would be. We actually guessed right. The kids got all excited about having chocolate. They know mom is to answer the door and that I will go real slow so as to not spoil the kids’ fun of getting stuff and not seeing the givers. Not to be weird, but this was the year I sort of needed this type of thing happening in my life. Long story short, it has been a rough year, and I haven’t posted about much of it at all. But whoever is doing this for my family is a very dear soul, and I thank them just for the fun it brings to my kids’ day. Thanks!!!

Tonight’s gift was Dove chocolates and Hershey kisses in a gift bag with a cute red bow and a note.

day 2 of 12 days

Tonight’s card reads:

Tonight we have turtles and doves coming your way.
Eat all the chocolate, it’s all yours, we say.
How grateful we are that you’re playing our game.
We hope that you didn’t look out when we came.

>1st day of the twelve days of Christmas

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We are being twelve-dayed. Each night someone rings our bell and leaves a gift. This is the first day’s gift. I will try to post them all as I get them; that way if someone else wants to do this they can.

Today’s gift: a note, a basket, and two pears tied with real cute, polka-dot ribbon.

1day of the twelve days of Christmas

The paper reads as follows:

‘Twas the first day of Christmas and all through your house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
‘Cept suddenly one little soul did appear,
It’s your Christmas friends bringing you holiday cheer.

Tonight calls for a partridge for your pear tree,
But partridges are tough to catch, you see.
Now, how ‘ bout a yummy pear, instead of the bird.
Indeed it tastes good, or so we have heard.

Tonight’s the first night, this sign you have been given,
One ring of your doorbell, not six and not seven,
From every night hence you will hear the bell ring
To signal the arrival of a Christmas thing.

Now beware of this warning – your friends will be here,
But you better not look, or they’ll disappear,
And then all your gifts that were carefully planned
On some other front porch will surprisingly land.

>halloween Yoyos and new tools

>My friend buttercup who lives in Japan sent me these new yoyo tools. My kids just love these tools they really help little kids who do not have the coordination to do it on their own yet. I still like the old way but it is useful to have these for my kids. I do have to admit the flowers are easier to make on the tool than by hand. It was so much fun getting this in the mail and looking at all the Japanese newspapers that it was wrapped in.

gift from buttercup except blue I bought

I put a sample of a yoyo with coins for a reference for those of you who want to know how big the yoyos are with the big jumbo yoyo maker.

jumbo yoyo tool and you and reference of size with coins

All these yoyos are for the Halloween yoyo quilt I started last year. I have been making these while commuting lately. Don’t think I have given up on the lace yet as I am still doing it too finished seven yards of the yellow now on to a few more laces will post latter.

yoyos made by me using standard cd as template

I think I will add the yoyos my daughter made (pictured below) to the edge when I am done to give it a sort of scalloped feel. She has 39 made and enough fabric to make 80 total.

jumbo yoyos made by my daughter

>Cool in-laws

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old fashion tin eggs

My in-laws, one of which edits this blog for me, got me some real cool Christmas gifts. If you have read this blog for a while you know I like old fashioned tin eggs and have been looking for them for awhile. My mother-in-law, the dear she is, gave me 2 dozen eggs for Christmas to add to my collection. It was real cute: she put them inside of egg creates to give them to me. At first I was “what is this?” when I saw the side of the egg boxes. Then, when I flipped it over and saw the top of the box, I could see the tin eggs inside! So cool, to say the least. My MIL started looking for these back in March when I posted about them. I think she found them on E bay. When they showed up at her house after my birthday and after Easter she decided to hold on to them ’till Christmas.

the crafters companion

I also got some real cool craft books from them for Christmas, too. I have been wanting these for awhile; just was waiting for the right time. I guess the right time came to someone else.

bend the rules sewing

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