March is finally here. My birth month. My mother’s birth month. My daughter’s birth month. I love March because it is the start of Spring. March, April and May are my very favorite months of the year. But I have to tell you, January and February haven’t been too bad this year. So many days of almost Spring like weather. I kind of feel cheated by winter since we never had very much snow. Of course March could still surprise us. Here in Indiana we have March madness when all the high schools play their sectionals, semi-state and state basketball tournaments. In the past, the weather usually turned bad at this time with snow and ice and cold. I remember one year my school was playing in the sectional and I wanted to go so my mother made my brothers take me with them and their friends. The weather was so bad the gymnasium was almost empty. I found one person I knew to sit with for the game. I still wonder why my mother allowed us all to go that night as it was blizzard like weather. Maybe she was just glad to get us out of the house!
We have daffodils already blooming and lots of other flowers popping up all over the garden. One week it’s gray and nothing is growing and the next, new life appears. It’s really a miracle. I just don’t want Spring to come too quickly and then turn immediately into hot Summer. I’ve ordered a pound of zinnia seeds and gotten two packets of pumpkin seeds to plant. I didn’t start tomato plants this year. I will just buy a few plants this year. That’s pretty much all I am planting this year other than any perennials I might have to have. My yard is full, but there is always room for one more plant.
March being my birth month, I celebrate all month. David and I have plans for this weekend. Doing more antiquing and buying some things for our new bathroom remodel and maybe some paint. I love to paint. I have probably painted every room in our house three or four times. I have the paint color picked out for the bathroom. A very soft grey for the walls and a soft green called “Stillness,” for the ceiling. I thought it was a nice color to stare at while soaking in the tub. We are not replacing the bath tub. I love that tub. Almost long enough for me to lay down in and it’s been there since the 1950’s and I want to keep one thing old in there. We did find an old mirror to replace the medicine cabinet. It has an old looking mirror and is surrounded by old wood. I will show it after we have it placed in the bathroom. I was thrilled to find it as we were looking for an old mirror last weekend and the very first antique store we visited had that mirror. They had just gotten it in the store. Serendipity. I was meant to get it. I love when things come together.
This flower blooms in the winter and is loaded with flowers right now. I forget what it’s called, but it’s about the only flower that blooms in the winter this far north.
Daffodils coming up everywhere. I forget how many I have planted until they come up every Spring.
Colorful train cars right in front of our house loaded with gravel. Men have been working on the tracks for weeks.
Men held up plywood to keep the gravel from getting onto the road. I heard on the radio today that next year one train an hour will go through our city and some will be three miles long. Wow. That is really going to mess up traffic in many places. Our city fathers are scrambling to try to figure out what to do about all the extra traffic. Move the tracks? Put up signal arms at the crossings so the trains won’t be tooting all day every hour? It’s going to be interesting and we are going to have a front row seat on it all. Little boys who come to our house love to watch the trains. Maybe we could sell tickets to parents who want to bring their children to sit on our porch and watch the trains go by. Trains seem to draw little boys like magnets. Our grandsons can be anywhere in our house and when they hear the train whistle, they make a mad dash to come watch the train go by. I find I am drawn to them also although their whistle can hurt the ears.
Last Saturday David and I took an antiquing jaunt to southeastern Indiana. I was looking for an old mirror and things to put in our soon to be remodeled bathroom. As I wrote, we found the mirror at the first store. I wish I had had my camera at one of the stores. When we get in the car and start driving, when we are several miles from home I will say to David, “Did we bring the camera?” or Did we remember the cellphone as we hardly ever have our cellphone with us. We forgot both this trip so I missed some really interesting shots. Anyway, this one store called The Whistle Stop was so chock full of wonderful things. A little old lady was running the store(I’m a little old lady, but I always use the term when I see an older lady who may or may not be older than me!) Anyway, she sat in a chair reading a book while David and I, who were her only customers, walked around looking here and there. There was an upstairs with lots more good stuff. I ended up getting a book and a bowl.
I have read so many of Catherine Cookson’s books. Most are about women living in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s who have to make their way alone in a very harsh world. Most take place in England or Ireland. I don’t think I have read this one and it was cheap, so I bought it.
I love these little bowls. I have a small collection of them. I use some of them to hold my yarn balls while I am knitting so the balls won’t roll around.
This bowl was made in Roseville, CA.
In my constant quest for vintage tablecloths, I have become more selective in the ones I buy, but this one caught my eye and it was large enough to fit our dining room table.
I really love it.
Then this week I was looking through an old magazine I had and what did I see?
The exact tablecloth that I had bought in a little store in Indiana. Maybe it’s the same one. Who knows.
This week a friend asked me if I was still working on quilts and I almost felt a little guilty when I had to tell her, “No,” because I have been knitting socks. Well, that made me decide I needed to get back out into my shop and sew for a while.
While it’s not a quilt, it is a quilt block I am making into a pot holder. In fact, after this one, I made a couple more in different patterns. I think I could make these and sell them if I got my act together. But…..
Then I dug out this quilt I had appliqued years ago and never got quilted. I think this one will get completed this year. It’s called Ohio Rose.
I think I must have planned to hand quilt this one as I have drawn on designs on this one.
I came across this quilt pattern on a blog and decided I just have to make it. I forget what blog it is, but when I find it, I will tell you so you can make it also if you would like. Quilt is found on Tilda blog. A lot of beautiful things to see on it and free patterns.
Made like banners and I love banners. Looks like something that will go together very quickly. The hard part will be picking out the material. The person who made this quilt had her own fabric line and showed where to use each material. But I like to pick out my own material and make a quilt my very own, so I will search in my stash and maybe buy some new material to make this one.
So now I can tell my friend I am working on a quilt. I also have another chicken quilt half done.
There will always be socks to knit. Bye.