Thrift store shopping yesterday!
I greatly respect those who work with their hands, make something of very little,
and in sweet detail. So, I could not resist the tiny slippers, all made by Chinese hands.
I imagine the playful, colorful shoes on the child’s feet, soft, delicate, and full of life.
On the shoes above are little ladybugs with swastika symbol on their wings.
I didn’t notice that detail until I came home.
Surely, the maker had no idea of the 20th century connotation.
Instead, it is the symbol of life, good luck and prosperity, meant to protect the child.
It’s time to reclaim the symbol, remove the grip of evil from this ancient symbol.
Another pair, even smaller.
The bottoms made less slippery with tiny stitches.
A third and different pair.
This pair reminds me of an old song!
The score, introduced in “The Yankee Girl,” and interestingly enough, my handle on http://www.ancestry.com (YankeeGirl210)
I bought two wonderful pieces of copper, which I plan to make into a sunflower seed feeder for the Stellar’s Jays and little squirrel who visit home.
I love the verdigris on copper pieces!
One cup teapots are small, fun to collect. When I get tired of them, I’ll sell the lot.
Out with the old and in with more old!!
The child below and her sister called to me, their eyes speak.
Excuse the bad photo, please?
There is surely something more to this photo, it’s very emotive,
and the sisters are not only posing, but thinking.
Unfortunately, the girls are not identified on the reverse.
For years, I’ve collected photos of children blowing bubbles, finding the activity a precious, innocent and joyful thing that children and even adults do. The magic in making a bubble!
Occasionally, I enjoy a photo of a child with a precious toy, bicycle.
Two favorites are of a little boy with his rubber boots on,
splashing in a puddle, and a tiny girl, sitting on ‘the pot.’
I purchased the sisters above, because I could not leave them there.
Of course, I hunted down some high quality cotton sweaters for raveling.
Where’s the counterpoint? Conflict?
Some couples have ugly disagreements, and sadly, it’s a waste of life and energy.
I feel deeply about hearing this sort of thing, hurting inside, so I spent some hours alone.
I’ve had enough hurts in life, and peace is my mantra. Always the diplomat, I tried to diffuse and soothe. I don’t know if anyone ‘heard’ me.
Regardless, I’m comfortable alone, and am reading good books, thinking good thoughts.
I purchased Jeannette Walls second book, Half Broke Horses.
When I began reading her first book, The Glass Castle, I found it difficult, even ridiculous – the claim to have such vivid recall at age three of being burned at the front of the stove. I continued, and with skepticism, waited for the next claim,
to which I found none other so easy to disbelieve.
I enjoy her writing style, and if I may be so bold, similar to my own, ultimately.
So with all my treasures and all the counterpoint, I know.
Today’s a new day! I’m happy in it.