An active life can be really hard on the feet. Cramming those puppies into running shoes, hiking boots, ski boots, sandals and the barefoot strolls on the beach leaves you with achy, tired feet with rough or blistered skin. All things my BP apparently knows a little about. Would you look at my most recent package from that wonderful person? My feet will be pampered with a yummy scrub, a soak and rub down with Peppermint Oil (you should smell it, I want to drink it!), then my toenails will be shaped and painted (blue nail polish! I am really excited about that one). When I am back on the road again (tomorrow-the treadmill anyway) there are socks to excercise in and a skein of Socks That Rock so I can make some socks to cushion my tootsies in my clogs (which got a lot of attention in my last post). So this package is definitely going to the dogs! Thanks BP! I love the package, but even more, I love that you took the time and effort to get to know me and send me a wonderful gift that is really for me. You are the best!
And in the category of This Was Really Unnecessay, but I Am Really Glad You Did.......... Remember my Birthday Contest? I sent a Blues Birthday present to Carla and she sent me a thank you gift!! A gift card for Starbucks, where I meet my friend every Thursday to knit and chat. I had just been in Starbucks with my daughter and looked at those cards and told her that I would love to get one of those for a present. Carla, did you call my house or what? Thanks so much, it was really not expected and much appreciated.
My photo essay (such as it was) in blue sparked a little interest in some of my interests. That doesn't even cover all of the blue in my life. I collect a few things. It is a genetic flaw inherited from my mother's side, and it is a daily struggle to keep it in check. If you knew my mom you would understand what I am up against. My mom doesn't so much collect as she hoards. And she has so many collections, Blue Willow, Raggedy Ann, Humpty Dumpty, cookie jars, Byer's Choice Carolers, snowmen, vintage wrapping paper (WTF?), vintage ornaments (she is adding to the ones that we had growing up), books (Twas the Night Before Christmas is the most recent collection)......... I mean! The list goes on and on. She yard sales, flea market shops, and is always on Ebay reconnaissance. The thing about my mom is that she doesn't believe in enough. Until she owns all of them. Her collections are displayed, rotated, piled up all over her house or packed away in boxes. The snowman (I have a collection of those as well) was a gift from my mom and is my most treasured in that collection. While I was growing up she had one of these snowmen that she received from her mother. It is a sugar and creamer, the bottom half is the sugar bowl and cream can be poured through the tophat. It originally came with a broom shaped spoon that rested in the crook of the snowman's arm. My mother will not rest until she owns every surviving snowman sugar/creamer. My siblings all have one, and some of her siblings have them as well, thanks to her searching. She has at least fifteen of them and will probably give them to her grandchildren and other family members.
While I see this tendency as a bit of an illness, my mom sees it as something to encourage and feed. If you collect something she will add to that collection everything that comes in her path, and trust me, a lot does. The thing is, much of that stuff is not exactly what you want or have the space for. Some stuff is downright icky and tacky, but other times she comes up with real gems that you love. Just try to get her to stop. She cannot hear the words or ignores them, whatever. And you never, ever casually mention to my mom that you like something. Not that you want it, need it, care enough about it to purchase it yourself, you just think it is neat. You will be bombarded with examples of it. You must always be on guard with my mom.
Having said all that, I do have my weaknesses as well. It doesn't always help that my mom is adding to them (except when she comes up with a goody), but a short list of things I collect: teapots, sheep thingies, tea, yarn, knitting books, snowmen, Byer's Choice carolers (dressed in blue, mostly), among other things. I used to be a bit like my mom and get whatever I came across but now I have become rather picky about what I add to my collections. The teapot collection has been culled to mostly blue or blue and white teapots, some figural teapots remain, but many have been sold or given away. I have some that are not blue, but have sheep on them. A bonus, a teapot and a sheep, two collections added to with one item! At one point I like teapots shaped as houses. I still have a bunch that will probably see a yard sale this spring. You should see what happens when I go to make a pot of tea. Too many choices in teapots. This teapot garnered some interest in my last post. Can you even imagine my glee when I found a TEAPOT WITH BLUE SHEEP ON IT! It is by Arthur Wood, but the plant in which it was made has been closed and they are rare. The story of how I obtained it and other pieces is here. There are dinner pieces as well, and I would love to have them, but I never see them on ebay or anywhere. You would be my bffl if you found me some of those plates!
If the Blue Sheep Teapot is hard to find, the snowman teapot will be downright impossible! That is a one-off, a one of a kind original hand painted especially for me, by me! Created by me at a Pottery at Your Place party that I attended. It was so much fun, the wine flowed, the snacks were eaten and some wonderful pieces were created. And while I don't have an artistic bone in my body, some people are really talented. You could probably go to your local 'paint your own pottery' place and paint your own snowman teapot. OR a Blue Sheep Teapot! If you do, make sure you share.
Are you still here? You must be bored out of your skull, but there you have it, a little bit of me. If you only knew what I kept to myself so that you wouldn't call the men in white jackets to come pick me up. If you think you are crazy, you aren't really, isn't that how it goes?