What I’ve been up to

You know how it is when you haven’t talked to someone for a long while? There is so much to say it’s impossible to cover all the bases, so you just don’t bother to call?  That’s how this blog is for me.  Too long away from it.

But once again my fan grumbled, so here I is.

Fun stuff: We had a visit from my darling daughter Mo, her handsome husband Stephen and ADORABLE two-year-old Tate.  We went to the Lowry Park zoo with them, and then to Disney World.  Fun to see that place again through the eyes of a child.

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Jim opted out of It’s a Small World.  Smart move.  The song has been stuck in my head for over a week.

They traveled to the East Coast, played golf and went to a Mets game with Stephen’s parents, John and Jane.

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Late in the week, they all came back here.  We enjoyed dinner on the patio and had an interesting time getting to know their friend Matt.  He’s a scout for the Yankees.  Fascinating listening to his experiences.

Did you know a first-year major league ballplayer makes $520,000 a year?  Shoulda’ played baseball.  But no.  Instead, I make purses.

Speaking of purses, I continue to be obsessed.  Every day packages arrive from Ebay–sweaters to shrink and chop.  Neighbors have begun to bring me buttons, brooches, bags of wool.  I opened my Etsy shop yesterday.  beatricebeevintage.  There are presently nine items listed.  I have two more to drop in today.

Then I’m sitting down to start another.  Not much else is getting done around here.  And that’s fine by me.

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Screen Shot 2018-03-09 at 12.14.56 PM copy.jpgScreen Shot 2018-03-09 at 2.10.52 PM copy.jpgThis is half of the vintage jewelry I’ve got awaiting new life.  The other side of this bag is equally loaded.

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Since this photo was taken I’ve finished this little number. The black wool was neighbor Rosalies grannies “funeral” sweater.

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Now, back to the sewing machine.  My handy dandy little “Brother” brand.  Jim thought I’d never use it.  Ha!




Elvis. The Beach Boys. Valentines Day. And further adventures with wool.

We spent last week so far out of our comfort zone.  Our zone involves lots of evenings on the sofa watching Lorelai Gilmore and her Stars Hollow escapades.  Will she marry Luke?  Where will Rory end up? (Actually, I know the answers because I looked up a synopsis on Google.  My bad).

But this week we abandoned the Gilmores and–DRUM ROLL PLEASE–went out at night!

We have friends who do cool stuff.  They haul us along.  It’s great.  The first experience was to see an Elvis impersonator.  Brandon Bennett.  He was terrific!  Now that I’m mostly deaf music doesn’t hold too much appeal.  However, if it’s music I recognize from my youth, I can fill in the blanks.  We were by far the youngest in the audience.  Pretty funny.



Then two nights later we went to see The Beach Boys.  Only two of the original “boys” were in the group.  Mike Love and Al Jardine.  They were joined by John Stamos who was fantastic on drums.  Mike Love must be in his late seventies, but he was up there rocking for over two hours.  Again, the crowd was old. But not as ancient as the Elvis fans.

Valentine’s day began with the hunt for cards.  We hide the cards in plain sight.  Mine were by the sink, on the computer, and next to the coffee pot. In our house, it’s always three cards per person.  Jim goes big and pays full freight at the grocery store.  I shop Dollar Tree.  Bronson even got a card for Jimmy, so Jim got four cards.  Whoo Hooo.


Then, at about ten a.m. the doorbell rang.  There was neighbor Rusty with a dozen yellow roses for me!


Cards and roses?  What could make the day better?  Here’s what–Lynda invited us to come for dinner!  She’s a great cook.  Delicious food, excellent company.  We sat on their patio and gabbed long after dinner was done.

We were out after dark on three school nights.  Very adventurous of us.

My days continue to be consumed with sewing.  A few images of the latest creations.


The front 


The back.  Reversible!  Fancy, eh?


Lined with leopard print. Edgy.


The pink waffle weave wool used to be a Nicole Miller coat.  I’m a cannibal.  Shrinking and slicing and dicing.






This is the project I should be doing.  I’ve been asked to paint six tiles to give as small gifts for the home-owners who are generous enough to open their homes for the annual Anna Maria Island house-walk.  The image I’ve chosen is the City Pier.  It’s a local landmark.  Sadly, the pier got destroyed by Irma.


I keep procrastinating because I can’t stop sewing.  OCD prevails.

A Hobby!


This is my latest creative hobby. I make wonky little dolls, decorate them with jewelry from my defunct Etsy shop and foist them off on friends. This little lady went to live in Miami. Her backstory is that she’s from Cuba. She actually turned out pretty well. Many of them have birth defects.

Like the chick below. She was my first attempt. Her feet look like frog feet. Her back story? Her mother was beautiful princess given to wandering the woods and kissing frogs. One day the frog she kissed transformed into a handsome prince. They married and this baby was the product of that union. Clearly, frog DNA was still in Dad’s system. I sent her to a friend in Pennsylvania.