Country Living Fair 2011

I am getting ready to do it again! If you're in or around Columbus on September 16-18th, I highly recommend this fair. There's no better time and no better finds anywhere else! All the pages of my favorite magazine come to life in every booth. Mark your calenders and come see us at booth,

Kelly Lane.

Guaranteed to blow your mind!

Tuesday's Child

Tuesday's child is full of grace according to Mother Goose. That grace being only physical not

social.

All knowing soothsayer, Mother Goose, you sealed my fate as a young girl.

Had I been born on any other day, I would have known how to act at that absurd party called, "mommies night out".

Why wasn't I informed that there was a title?

Since, I was born so close to Wednesday, I am only half full of woe.

I guess, it could have been worse fate to be born on a Thursday. That child was told that they had far to go. I am beginning to think Mother Goose wasn't such a nice old lady after all. Good luck in life Thursday's child. You've got a tough load ahead of you.

Friday's child is full of love and giving. Now that sounds like a good day to be born. TGIF! I bet Friday's child could have handled a bunch of mommies droning on and on about their kids.

And how about Saturday's child that has to work so hard for a living?

Poor Saturday's child

She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right

Donna Summer was probably born on a Saturday.

Now there's Sunday the Sabbath. Not a working day.

That is if they never work retail.

This child is supposed to be bonny and happy

wise and gay.

This takes on a whole new connotation this day and age.

I mean, who says bonny anymore?

Lastly, there's Monday's child who is fair of face giving no indication other than this child will have to seek continuous protection from the sun, slather sunblock and always wear some sort of hat.

I bet Mother Goose was born on a Monday.

Strange Pattern

I took my father, who is visiting from Dallas to the South Street Coffee House in downtown Wilmington, Ohio to see my collage paintings and of course have some coffee. They have excellent coffee! There were two women sitting enjoying their coffee and they asked if I was the artist. They said that they couldn't believe all the research I had done. This was funny to me, because all I had done was use vintage dress patterns, a map of Ohio, a couple of vintage coffee ads, and a fleur-di-lis stencil.

Turns out, the previous owner of the coffee shop was a dressmaker and her logo was a fleur-di-lis.

Strange pattern?

Or maybe, I was channeled?

All Things Chicken

"If I didn't start painting, I would have raised chickens"

~Anna Mary Robertson Moses better known as

Grandma Moses

Rough Around The Edges

I still have lot to learn about country living. The two things I've learned so far are that your mind can really wander when you spend 4 hours on a tractor mowing and you can also make some pretty important decisions during that time.

I wasn't sure what led me to this decision. Maybe, it was the empty gas tank or the fact that I decided to forgo the sunscreen for ample sun time. Not the best tractor decision, I might add. But, when I realized I had a good two more hours to finish, I decided to cut some corners and leave it ' rough around the edges'.

As I drove the tractor back to the barn, I remembered the idiom, 'rough around the edges'. That was my mother's polite way of saying someone was not fitting for me to socialize with. This, of course, only made them more appealing. Looking back she was right, she was always right, and she still is right.

But, doesn't the term, 'rough around the edges' mean that something is unfinished?

Are we all not works in progress?

That would make us all 'rough around the edges'.

Don't you think?

I am still wondering if I made the right decision.

Those rough edges can be quite deceiving,

because they can provide the perfect cover for predators.

Season

Dear Spring,

It seems that I have waited a whole season for you to change.

You're just unwilling to see my perspective.

I will never forget the way you deliberately overlooked the dress code to the party I invited you to. Did you not notice the shame on my face when you showed in that grungy, grey pantsuit?

I tried to dress accordingly, since I knew you were accompanying me.

But honestly, I would have rather worn a

bright, floral sundress.

Frustrated in Ohio

Pick, Hunt N' Peck

I found this 1920's Royal typewriter at a rummage sale for 30 dollars and it got me thinking.

Do you think 80 years from now, some picker such as myself, will be just as excited to find an IPhone in a rummage pile? I know there's hardly any comparison...

I guess, it's inevitable that someday all the technological improvements to getting our point across, may be lost and the words, "what did you just say" foreign to our tongue.

I remember my grandmother loved to type, even though she wasn't very good. I used to love listening to her bang out a letter. I think she helped originate the term, 'hunt n' peck. She typed all the letters she sent to me one summer when I was at camp. I still have them, typos and all. This was before Liquid Paper. I always wondered why she just didn't write. Maybe, it was her way of advancing through technology. Well, maybe not advance. A sweet memory, though.

I'd like to congratulate all my picker friends out there in their efforts for reminding us of our past. It helps us learn who we are today.

It's Spring here, finally, in the Midwest and the sales are just starting.

I wish you happy finds!

Here's a link to my friend, Carrie's blog. She is a professional picker. Her finds really bring back memories!

http://junquemagnet.blogspot.com/