What kinds of things are you interested in collecting? Vintage cars, toys,
books, ash trays, piggy banks, or other sorts of money-saving devices? I like
to collect odd-shaped glass bottles, vases, glass and/or porcelain figurines, all in cobalt
blue,lime green and cherry red.
I'm having a really wonderful day when I can walk into a thrift shop and see
an interesting and rare item in one one of my three favorite colors. I almost
always choose the cobalt blue color over the other two colors. I have collected quite an array of useful products. I enjoy displaying my items
and discussing them with anyone who will listen.
To be sure, we collectors are an interesting breed. We will go to many lengths to
look for a rare find. And when we do find something that we consider worth
while, I, for one, am willing to bargain and haggle for a reasonable price.
I enjoy things with different shapes, and sizes in my three chosen colors
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
My First Love
Hands Down! My mother was my first love. The earliest memories of myself was that of me pulling on my mother's skirt or dress tail, and her looking down at me with a great big smile on her face. I had the distinction of being her first-born daughter after having three sons one after the other.
I am sure that I got lots of Mom's attention in the fourteen months before the next daughter was born to Mom. That was my sister, Ruby. She was a chubby and happy child that was always doing, and eventually, as she learned to talk, saying things that kept the rest of us, Mom included, in stitches.
Being a part of a large family had it's negative aspects; but in that case, I personally do believe, the positives overrode the negatives. My Mother
loved me (us) unconditionally, and I (we) adored her, too.
I am sure that I got lots of Mom's attention in the fourteen months before the next daughter was born to Mom. That was my sister, Ruby. She was a chubby and happy child that was always doing, and eventually, as she learned to talk, saying things that kept the rest of us, Mom included, in stitches.
Being a part of a large family had it's negative aspects; but in that case, I personally do believe, the positives overrode the negatives. My Mother
loved me (us) unconditionally, and I (we) adored her, too.
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