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!




Knit Wit

We’re home! Our long car trip from Palm Harbor to Waco, Dallas, Liberty Missouri, Chicago, Nashville, and Atlanta resulted in lots of listening to books on discs and tons of knitting!

I found three new victims to foist my scarves upon. It’s getting harder. All my new friends live in Florida. They don’t need warm scarves.

The first I completed was one I’d started on our last road trip. I only knit on the road, so it’s been living in my big yellow Banana Republic knitting bag for months. I gave Jim’s sister Eileen the completed funky patch and button-laden item. She lives in Chicagoland so her neck will need warming in a couple of months.

My original plan was to give it to Lynn.  But she will get the next one I finish.



The second piece is for our friend JR’s Aunt Nancy. I was working on it when we visited them in Liberty, Missouri. She liked the colors and made the mistake of telling me. I just packed it up. It goes into the mail tomorrow.  Surprise, Nancy!  A weird scarf on the way.


This photo is too blurry, but I’m not ripping open the package to take another picture.  You get the idea.  All my pieces come with a bumblebee attached.


The third scarf is for JR’s girlfriend, Melinda. She lives in Boston. It gets cold there too.


Melinda specified the colors she would like.  


While in Chicago I spent two hours digging through buttons at an Andersonville resale shop. I discovered the place last summer and made a beeline there as soon as we got settled in our rental. Jim and Bronson waited for me patiently at Starbucks while I was in my happy place. I’ll go again next summer too. Not that I need more buttons, but it’s delightful to find unique ones.

The view from my perch as I dug through buttons.


I’ve already used the bright blue diamond studded button.  It found a home on Melinda’s scarf. 


These two containers are the tip of the iceberg.  I looked at every single button in this bucket as well as five ancient cookie cans.  Yes, I am obsessive/compulsive.


The forty-eight dollar’s worth of buttons I just couldn’t live without.  They really needed a bath.  


I’ve begun another scarf, but packed it away until our next big car trip.  My poor arthritic hands are happy for the break.

Now we are home again.  The locals are stocking up on water in case Irma hits us hard.  We bought two cases.  When those are gone I guess we’ll be reduced to swilling wine.

Hopefully, we’ll only have another month of hot and humid.  It’s truly oppressive here in the summer.  It rained so much our neighbors very kindly crossed the street and drained water out of our pool.  I’m happy they still like us in spite of my many post-cards bragging about the awesome Chicago weather we enjoyed.

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