Shabby Chic!

A lady who I recently met introduced me to University Pickers on 3024C University Drive in Huntsville.

I went a little Shabby Chic crazy and took a bunch of pictures of stuff I liked. University Pickers sells vintage, re-purposed, and handmade products.

Hope you enjoy!

Vintage paper.

Vintage paper.

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Teal, distressed dresser.

Teal, distressed dresser.

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Love this look!

Love this look!

pottery

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Pearls and lace on a blouse.

Pearls and lace on a blouse.

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Rusty lantern.

Rusty lantern.

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Lace on jeans.  I think Anthropologie sold their patched jeans for $80!

Lace on jeans. I think Anthropologie sold their patched jeans for $80!

Easy peasey way to dress up your jeans.

Easy peasey way to dress up your jeans.

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Whimsical vintage.

Whimsical vintage.

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cabinet

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Baby shoes.

Baby shoes.

University of  Alabama stationery.  I think my friend Wendy may have done these.

University of Alabama stationery. I think my friend Wendy may have done these.

Where were You on 9/11?

fire_station_flagThe flags look sad today.

They are flying at half mast.

It is overcast, and the wind is not blowing.

I feel sad, too.

Thirteen years ago today, militant extremists hijacked four of our own passenger airliners and ripped our hearts and sense of security.

I was working at one of those mail-room-type jobs that almost everyone has to go through to jump-start their careers. Therefore, I was able to see some of the 9/11 coverage before my supervisor said sadly, “We need to get back to work.” And so I did. But after a second plane struck a tower, I wondered what was happening to us.

Who would be next?

I knew that if our town–a defense town–got hit, I would walk to get Lefty, who was working at a nearby company.

I was proud of President George W. Bush on that day and still am. Kenneth T. Walsh (http://www.usnews.com/news/blogs/ken-walshs-washington/2013/04/25/george-w-bushs-bullhorn-moment) so accurately put it, “It was George W. Bush’s ‘bullhorn moment,’ one of the most riveting and important points in his presidency, illustrating the personal qualities he was most proud of: a pride in making decisions from the gut, an overwhelming trust in his instincts, a certain brio in how he conducted himself during a crisis.”[Emphasis mine.]

This moment is photographed in my memory and was President Bush’s finest hour. He was strong and resolute. Honorable, and certainly a Commander and Chief.

After 9/11, I learned words like al-Qaeda and Jihad. I’m not politically correct. Never have been. Never will be. Because I am a truth-seeker. So, as long as I am given freedom of speech in my country, I will speak the truth. And what happened on September 11, 2001 was evil, horrible, and unconscionable. The act was done by wicked men.

So, on this day of remembrance, I pray for the victims of 9/11, their families, and those who lost loved ones on that day.

In the words of George W. Bush, “God bless America.”

Fire Station.  In remembrance of our public service heroes who lost their lives on September 11th.

Fire Station. In remembrance of our public service heroes who lost their lives on September 11th.

United States of America flag at half mast.

United States of America flag at half mast.

The world's most beautiful flag.

The world’s most beautiful flag.

Harvest Fields

Shorn cornfield.

Shorn cornfield.

On Sunday I commented on the acres of corn that we passed by on the way to worship. Lefty reminded me that our acres were nothing compared to America’s breadbasket, but I’ve never lived there, so I wouldn’t know.

Yesterday, Princess Buttercup and I passed a huge, green machine that was chopping down the brown stalks of corn. I’m guessing that they had harvested it already and didn’t need the stalks anymore. I wish I could have seen how they harvested the corn without tearing down the stalks.

I clocked the big, green tractor at 5 MPH. We watched for awhile as the machine mowed over the corn stalks and shot the clippings from a pipe at the back of the tractor, dust and used corn husks flying everywhere.

We have another field near our house that is verdant and lush against the cerulean sky. It may be cotton, or soybeans, or something else. I don’t see beans growing, and I don’t see cotton blooms.

I just know that it’s pretty.

Used corn husks.

Used corn husks.

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Old farmhouse near the fields.

Old farmhouse near the fields.

Cotton?  Soybeans?

Cotton? Soybeans?

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Pretty mailbox!

Pretty mailbox!

My Flip Phone Foibles

cell phone2Here it is, folks. The ultimate in non-cool, old technology—the flip phone.

I have not upgraded in about 5 years. Everyone else wanders around town with their eyes glued to a screen and their thumbs pattering at a faster speed than I can type. I’m the one who hears a distinguishing ring, which I have to flip open to answer it.

“Excuse me, I’ve got to get that.”
Snap!

About a week after I bought the phone, 5 years ago, it slipped from my hands and landed on my knee. The battery compartment popped out and broke, so I have held the battery in place with tape ever since. Nice touch, huh?

And check out my hand, holding the phone. Yeah…it’s my Notepad app for my palm. Sometimes the text fades when I wash my palm, but it’s a little higher tech than tying a yellow ribbon around my finger to help me remember stuff. I mean, wouldn’t you agree?

I’m not criticizing those with smart phones. One of these days I’ll probably join the crowd and get one, but, as much as I like researching for articles, I really don’t enjoy trying to find the best deals on stuff like electronics. Not sure why, but I think it may have something to do with the fact that I like making money more than I like spending it. And I don’t want to sign a covenant that binds me to a cell phone company of all things.

If any of you out there know of a great deal on phones, please let me know so that I can join the masses. I’ll admit that I’ve been crouching behind a shrub when my phone rings. I’m not immune to the fear of being uncool. Please excuse me, now. I’ve got to get that.

Snap!

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