Just found this fun ad on Ebay. I guess my “pretty” little dolly was quite a deal back in the 60’s. Little Miss No Name for $4.99.
She’s going for $250 now.
Heh, heh, heh.
Awesome.
A Particularly Private Kitty
So, I come into my room, minding my own business, thinking that I’ll just plop down on my bed. But wait…
Who flipped my pillow upside down?
What the…?
Apparently, this girl kitty has found a way to turn my pillow sham into her own private sleeping bag hide away.
Good grief.
She’s just lucky I didn’t dive right on top of her.
Silly thing. Let me just tip toe back out, so as not to disturb Queen Jiff.
Why do I get the feeling that she thinks she sharing this room with me–instead of the other way around?
It Was Mom~
100 Happy Days #42
My mother was kind and wise and beautiful. I miss her so much. Luckily, my daughters are smart and strong and loving and patient. I see her in them, every single day. What a sweet thing—this motherhood.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Audience With the Princess
100 Happy Days #15
Perhaps it’s cheating to have my “happy days” photo be from a few months back–but I’ll defend myself by saying that I found these pictures today–and I smiled because they were just so much fun. Here’s the deal~
I came upstairs one morning a while back and found that Miss Chompy had lined up every pony, every Strawberry Shortcake person, every Carebear and well…every single mythical, magical creature that she could get her hands on…
not just on the banister, but on the chairs and across the floor. I took as many pictures as I could, but the best shots that explain it all–didn’t turn out. (My camera skills are somewhat lacking…still)
When I asked the girlie what was up with all her critter friends she looked at me like I had a blue face and said,
“Wellllll, Grammy–they’re in a big long line…
to see Princess Celestia.
And they’re going to have to wait a long, long time…
because she talks a lot.”
My kinda gal.
:}
Stained Glass
100 Happy Days #12
I know, I know…I’m in the middle of the other project…about a million “other projects” if the truth were known. But it felt lovely to pack up the pieces of the Stained Glass afghan to work on while I was visiting my far away boy and his wife. It is, after all, for them. So they didn’t think I’d forgotten to do it altogether, I brought the evidence, and worked on it for hours and hours. When does anybody ever get to do that? It was pure heaven, I tell you.
It made me calm and peaceful…
and oh, so happy.
:}