Throwback Thursday Thursday has become the unofficial day of sharing anything and everything that relates to the past. So I’m doing a TBT. For those of you that don’t know what TBT means, it’s the abbreviation for Throw Back Thursday. Last week, I mentioned in a blog post that I had organized photos. Remember that post? Check it out here. Along the way, I rediscovered some older pictures. Each of these images reflects my days of not knowing diddly squat about photography and manual settings. I even lacked the ability to line up the camera to the subject and shoot… View Post

Telling a tale of a sweet little romantic cottage bookshelf.   Who  loves a happy story?  You know… one of those sappy stories that begin with a rough patch that later evolves into a sweet tale, and instead of concluding with a tear-tear jerker actually ends with a happy ending? That’s the kind of happy story I’m talking about. I especially love the types of stories that for a moment, make me feel as if all is right with the world. In general, I love stories of all kinds. Between personal memoirs, legends of heroism and valor, triumph after struggle and folktales about… View Post

I can give you a few reasons how stripping is like the school bully. Stripping  is not my idea of a good time.  Not only is it a tedious job, but it is labor intensive. Being on my hands and knees, contorting into unnatural positions, while trying to maintain some sense of balance isn’t even the worst of it. The  hand and wrist pain that ensues from scraping, wiping, more scraping, scrubbing with steel wool coupled with awkward bending and leaning, cranking neck muscles to inspect nooks and crannies. Stripping is not for the faint of heart. It is back-breaking grueling work. I… View Post