The lucky winner of the Dorothy Damar catalog and some other fabbo goodies is . . . . .
*******Leah of Storybook Ranch*******
Please email me with your full name and address and the package will be on its way. I decided to forego the Easter candy since I'm thinking everyone is either on a diet, thinking about going on a diet OR just sick of candy right now but I'm pretty sure you'll be ok with what's included.
Oh! Here's a crafty little Easter card Mom made for me years ago--on the back she wrote "Happy Easter from Rob Rabbit!" Rob is Peter Cottontail's much cooler bro.
(This will hopefully make up for my dreadful lack of taste in posting the dead bunny picture on Sunday. The funny thing is that I only got ONE negative comment--the picture seemed to take most people down Memory Lane about their own childhood experiences with the subject. Ya just can't please everyone, unfortunately).
I just wanted to say "thank you" to everyone who reads my blog. I LOVE writing it and it has been so much fun researching my family history and writing about all the things I find in my thrift store/yard sale/estate sale adventures. Having been born right smack in 1950 (April 14 for those of you who might wish to send me soon-to-be-birthday greetings) I'm a member of the Baby Boomer generation who are getting all old and grey and lumpy. I'm proud to say, though, that I'm ALSO a former hippie who has held on to her political and social beliefs, so there's a bit of a clash going on inside the ole beaner with the 50's conservatism and pre-feminism butting heads with the liberalism and Strong Sistah ideals. I'm sublimely happy most of the time, though, so I guess things are going to be ok. So again, thank you -- and also know that I love reading your blogs and find so much inspiration in seeing you young whippersnappers making such an effort to live the retro life. When your great joy is having a vintage stove delivered or finding a cheap sunburst clock or discovering that your mother was a tap dancer, THAT'S what I'm talkin' bout, Willis!
Whew! As you can see, Blogger fixed yesterday's glitch (well, no they didn't since I just got bounced out of here but hopefully that won't happen again or I'm going to start pulling my hair out big time) and here are some family photos from 1987--not exactly vintage except in Etsy's world where they allow anything over 20 years old to be called "vintage". My nephew Sean is married to Beth and became a father last December--niece Corinne works at her local NBC-TV affiliate and has found her soulmate in Anthony. BUT BEFORE THEY GREW UP . . . they were these darling little elfkins. Here's Sean "hunting" for eggs:
Tinkie, in the "Knocking Knuckles" pose:
Here's the happy clan plus Mom ("Bama") ready for church. In my family, you go to church on Easter and Christmas Eve. Period. Oh, except for Lowly Trooper Sally who became a Catholic and actually attends services more than twice a year. Whatta ya think yer doin' Sis--tryin' to get in good wid da Loid? Susie gained quite a bit of weight during her two pregnancies and had a difficult time shedding the poundage after #2 child Corinne was born. Seeing her overweight, even if it was just for a short time, made me no END of happy. These days, however, she's thin as a rail.
(The kids look like they've just been told the Easter Bunny left them a lump of coal instead of candy and dyed hardboiled eggs. Tinkie is thinking, "Hey, that lump of coal shit is only supposed to happen around Christmas. What the fuh?")
Have a wonderful week, y'all!