Thursday, April 30

thrifty thursdays...

this is going to be short and sweet...
i did thrift last night, but after ten minutes i gave up. the shelves wouldn't stay still and when i reached for something it appeared to not be where it pretended to be. worst still, i couldn't actually tell the crap from the gold.
i came away with a woven basket and even now i'm not sure whether it is any good.
i peer at it up close through my 'magnifying' bit and it looks nice.


i peer at it from a far, through my long distance bit and it looks just peachy


so i am trusting my instincts.
plans are a foot to 'dottie angel' it but not until my 'crafting' senses come back to me (gulp! what if they don't)...
you may note the wallpaper in the background, it went up this week on the dividing wall we had built over a year ago. on our trip to London, debbie and moi decided, in our 'orla kiely' loving state we should have matching wallpapered walls...
let me tell you it's not the type of wallpaper someone new to bi-focals should be looking at and even more so if they've had a 'tipple' or two...

she will be back tomorrow with thrilling 'part two' ~ Tif

Wednesday, April 29

bi-focal hell...

dearest readers, my thrilling 'potholdering' second parter is going to have to wait...for the past few hours i have been in blurry bi-focal hell.


i fear i will never wear wedges again.
i fear i will take even blurrier pictures (note the one above was taken before the bi-focal hell started) than before.
i fear for my neck and the weird angles i am having to hold it at.
i fear for my reversing whilst driving and innocent bystanders.
i fear for my thrifting abilities (gulp!)
i fear the wrinkles i now see have always been there, i was just oblivious in my pre-bi-focal bliss.
and most of all i fear for my tai chi buddies tomorrow morning.

she's feeling as old as the hills and a wee bit sea sick ~ Tif

Tuesday, April 28

pot~hold~er

1. a thick piece of material, as a quilted, woven or crocheted pad, used in handling hot pots and dishes.


pot~hold~er~ing

2. to search out potholders, to go forth and collect a multitude of potholders, to leave no stone unturned in the hunt for the perfect potholder.


pot~holder~er

3. a person who collects potholders, who has an obsession that has got out of control, a person who perhaps needs to reevaluate the way they spend their hours.


she is off to spend some quality time with miss ethel and will return tomorrow with the thrilling part two of 'potholdering' ~ Tif