David had to go up to the VA hospital in Indianapolis last week to have his ears checked.  They said he was good to go, so we went.  Antiquing, that  is.  We took back roads to Noblesville where there are some really nice antique malls.  We didn’t have a lot of time, but what time we had was fruitful.

I wasn’t looking for a pitcher, but this one practically jumped in my hands and said, “Please take me home.”  So I did.  It was a good price and I can see flowers displayed in it on Easter.

Another vintage tablecloth was found.  I am pretty particular the tablecloths I bring home now because I have been collecting them for years, but this one was so vibrant and in very good condition. It doesn’t, however, fit our big, square dining table so I will have to put another tablecloth under it that fits and put it on top.  I like it though. I use my tablecloths.  I don’t just store them away never to see the light of day.  There’s something homey about a tablecloth on a table as if something special is going to happen.  Mother always had an oilcloth tablecloth on the kitchen table at home and when we had company, she got out her good tablecloths.  It always made the meals more special.

Love the colors.

David is good at scoping out things I like.  He came up to me and asked if I had seen the fabric and I hadn’t.  Found these pretty pieces that will be going into a quilt. In fact, I have already cut into them.  With good fabric going for eight to ten dollars a yard anymore, it’s nice to find a yard or two for two or three dollars.

Found this book on a half price table and since I love vintage children’s books, I decided to get it.  After I got it home I was reading it and found that it had some quirky renditions of old fairytales and nursery rhymes.

Such as When The Old Woman Moved From the Shoe.

Or The Search For Bo-Peep’s Sheep.

Here’s Little Bo Peep.  Hey, wouldn’t that be a good name for a chicken?  Just thought of that.

Love the graphics in old children’s books.  This book was published in 1937.

I feel like with the cold weather and being so busy, I have neglected the furry pets in our family. This is what meets me every time I go out the door.  Belle with her rope, wanting to play.  She can just about pull my arm out of the socket when she tugs it.  Strong little critter.  Most labs don’t have such a strong mouth.

Then there’s Bonnie who is ignoring me because I spend way too much time with the chickens and not enough with her.

This use to be Delilah, but David and I both think she looks like an eagle, so her name from now on will be Freedom.  I cannot get a really good picture of her because she is always moving, but she really does look like an eagle.

White head and all.

This chick is learning to perch and I found her here yesterday.  ‘I’m king of the hill!”

These are a couple of things I baked this week.  Apple crunch and blackberry crunch. Sorry, but they have both been eaten.  David and I are pigs, I’m afraid, when it comes to sweet stuff.

Well, hope you have better things to do than to sit around staring at chickens.  Have a great day.  Bye.

 

 

What do you get when you cross a can of spray paint,

an old wooden bracelet,

and a box of yellow chicks?

You get a chick bracelet or a bracelet for chicks, whichever you prefer.

When I saw the box of chicks at the store, immediately my mind said, “Mind, those would be so cute on a bracelet.” Yep, that’s how my mind works.

First I sanded the bracelet.

Then I spray painted it.  That took the longest. About three days to get it covered well and dried.  Then with my trusty glue gun I began to glue on chicks.

Not these chicks.

 

These chicks.  I was really happy with how it turned out.

As I photographed the chicks today they got closer,

and closer,

and closer,

What?!?!  Are you lookin’ at me chicky?

Here’s to chick bracelets and nosy chicks.  Bye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Six little ladies have come to our house to stay.  Two Buff Orpingtons, two Rhode Island Reds, and two Barred Rock pullets.  I’ve been studying up on different breeds of chickens and these seemed the best breeds for eggs and temperament.  I’m hoping in a few months to be gathering fresh eggs.

 

Until we got the heat lamps situated close enough, the little chicks piled into a ball of fluff in the corner of the cage.  Now that they are warm enough, they are venturing out into their big world of cagedom.

I’m going to name them all, but I am waiting for their personalities to come out.  Chickens really do have personalities. I notice one is more vocal than the rest, one is more aggressive having already pecked my finger, and one is pretty passive.  They are all so cute. They are so much fun to watch.  I grew up around chickens so I have been around baby chicks before, but this is the first time I have been responsible for them.  I feel like they are my babies and I want each one to make it to adulthood.

 

They are already getting their pinfeathers.  They are growing up so fast,  Waaaa.

Looks like your typical Easter chicken doesn’t she?  Didn’t remember how messy chickens are.  They are going to keep me busy.

 

And now for a quiz.

 

What is this?

1. A giant hairball?

2. A breast implant that went terribly wrong?

3.  A figment of my imagination?

4. None of the above?

 

If you said “none of the above” you are smarter than the average bear. Who use to say that?

Of course you know this is a fabric ball.

When I buy new fabric, I tear off the selvages and put them in a basket and when I have time, I roll the strips into balls.  I guess you can tell I have bought great quantities of fabric because I have made several balls.  These are solid fabric.  I have seen fabric balls for sale and they are usually Styrofoam balls with a few strips of fabric wrapped around them and sell for two or three dollars.  No Styrofoam balls in mine.   After I had made way too many, I decided I was going to try to make a giant fabric ball and so…..

I began rolling and rolling fabric until I had one this big.

 

This is how it compares with the regular size ball.  I have made it my goal to make the biggest fabric ball I can.  Everyone needs a goal?  Right?  Maybe I will get into the Guiness Book of World Records.

Before I leave I will introduce you to our granddog, Jackson.  He has been staying with us this week while his parents were having fun elsewhere.  He’s going home soon.  I will miss him.  Here’s to dog sitting, baby chicks and ball rolling. What an exciting life! Bye.