Monday, April 29, 2013

Grandmother's Teapot

Grandmother's teapot was one of my favorite things growing up. I thought it fit Grandmother perfectly: refined in every way. When Grandmother died, the teapot became mine, and I think of her whenever I look at it. The robin's egg blue and the gold fleur-de-lis band. Ah. So exquisite.

Based on my research, this china pattern ("Blue" Chateau by Homer Laughlin) was originally sold at Montgomery Ward in the mid-40s. Based on the markings, Grandmother's teapot was produced in May of 1951.
I've not been able to find an exact teapot online, but I've found lots of other replacement pieces. They are all quite lovely, and I might just have to buy some one day. Until then, I'm treasuring the piece I have, and I hope it brightens your day. ♦ 
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Friday, April 26, 2013

Sand, Surf and Sea

After the doctor said my blood pressure was a little high, I succumbed to the call of the waves and headed south for a few days. Nothing soothes my senses like sand, surf and sea. I considered Destin (a favorite beach spot of mine), but I couldn't seem to get out of neutral and get 'er done, so Galveston, it was.

Living alone, you either vacation alone or you find a family member (or a friend) who wants to join you. Big Sis couldn't make it, but I was glad my twin was able to go. We've made memories at the beach since we learned how to drive. No need to stop now.

It was my second stay at The San Luis Resort, (Dayle's first) and it's an ideal spot for those in need of serious pampering. The rooms are plush, and whatever you want, the staff goes out of their way to get it. We were on the 14th Floor, and the view of the gulf was endless.

Thankfully, the weather was perfect, and we took in The Strand, the beach, a delightful sunset dinner at Fisherman's Wharf, and as many antique shops as we could possibly find. The car was loaded when we left town. Here are a few pictures to help tell the tale.

Views from The San Luis Resort, along with a stately seagull at Stewart Beach.
Me and my new boyfriend outside the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. What a squeeze!

My first visit to Fisherman's Wharf. Hopefully, it won't be my last. The food was divine.
Right outside our window, the lovely Elissa. For a quick history, click on the link.

 A breathtaking sunset sent me scurrying for the camera. God's handiwork never ceases to amaze.
As dusk falls, I stand in awe on the balcony.
The ships on the horizon twinkle in the evening light, waiting for their turn in port.

The pool area is huge, and glistens like a gem beneath me.

I couldn't help snapping another shot.

Treasures were found in antique shops the next day. Here is one of many we
shuffled through before packing our bags and heading home.

And that's it, my friends. Thanks for letting me share my memories with you. Each time I visit the beach, and see the waves, and feel the wind, I'm reminded of how big God is, and how small my worries really are. ♦

"I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station,
through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in."
 - George Washington Carver - 

Sunday, April 21, 2013

My Tomato Plant Gets A Real Pot

As a true Southern gal, I am a lover of vine-ripened tomatoes. During summer, I'm at the farmer's market most weekends, loading up.

On a whim, I purchased some tomato seeds in March, wondering if my thumb might miraculously turn green. Easter weekend, the seeds sprouted, and after weeks of growing in a glass in my kitchen window, I had to find the plant a real pot and put it outside. I can't make any promises of fruit, but I'll nurture it and pray real hard.

 ♦ ♦ ♦

Linking to Mosaic Monday at Mary's blog: Little Red House.

I'm also linking to  Cindy's blog party Amaze Me Monday.
(I don't know if my little tomato plant will amaze anyone there,but it is amazing me.)

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Bluebonnets and Blue Bell

Yesterday, me, Leslie, my lovely niece Anna, my sisters, their spouses and Miss Ainsley boarded Cloud Nine and took in some bluebonnets and Blue Bell Ice-Cream. If you live in Texas, you know bluebonnets are the state flower and Blue Bell is the rage.

Any flavor you can think of, they make it. I'm serious. Southern Blackberry Cobbler? Check. Their creamery is in Brenham,so we voted to take a tour of their plant before heading home. It was a good decision. Free ice-cream at the end of the tour. Oh, yay.

Mary's inspirational theme is "Blue" today at Little Red House, so I'm linking up and sharing a few pictures. I hope your day is filled with good things.

 Me and my dear, pregnant daughter. It was hard getting her down and getting her up.
Nanna and Papa with their adorable granddaughter.
The twin and spouse and Anna.
Mocha Almond Fudge - Delicious.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Mosaic Monday: Weekend Summary

It was a busy and blessed weekend with perfect weather in my neck of the woods.

SATURDAY, Leslie and I went to Houston Fertility Institute's 10th Annual Baby Shower, where patients (past and present) come and celebrate the miracle of life. I've never seen so many babies in one place! The theme was "Luau," and it was quite fun.

As Leslie and I chowed down on James Coney Island chili dogs, I said, "Well, one thing is sure about these babies: They were all wanted."

Of course, there was posing all around. So many cameras! So many babies! So many smiles! The doctors probably felt like celebrities, and in the eyes of the parents, they are. Leslie posed with two of the doctors who helped her along her path to motherhood, Dr. Williams and Dr. Griffith.
After the shower, we did some shopping and later went to Leslie's apartment, where I took pictures of her and her faithful companion, Charlie. Charlie and Leslie have been a duo for awhile now, but soon there will be a new face to lick. Charlie seems to sense a change in the wind. This was my favorite picture of the day.

SUNDAY, I puttered in the garage, where I am (among other things) painting a rocking chair. My parents bought the rocker when their first grandchild was born, and they were happy to send it home with me for my first grandchild. I got the second coat of primer on it, but I can't decide what color it will ultimately be. I thought white, but after seeing the primer, I'm rethinking that. Any ideas are welcome. Not sure if the chair will go in "baby's" room upstairs or stay in my bedroom until rocking days are over.
Later in the day, I soaked in a few rays, and admired my tiny garden. I have mason jars hanging on small shepherd's hooks among the plants. I intended to put candles in them for patio dining, but for now, I've dropped in some colorful stones. I keep a sheet of plastic wrap on top of the jars to keep water out when it rains. (I'm not sure why you needed to know that, but now you do.)
Well, I didn't plan on rambling so, but if any of you are still awake, I wish you a wonderful week ahead. Till next time, my friends, toodle loo. ♦
- Linking to Mary's Mosaic Monday, one of my favorite blog parties. -

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Happy Birthday, Mother

Tomorrow is my dear mother's birthday. Although she is a woman of great wisdom, her life has taught me much more than her words ever could. No matter the circumstances, Mother made the best of what she had.

Whether in feast or famine, her faith in God (and in the goodness of his people) never wained. Some say I look like her, but more than anything, I want to be like her, forgiving others as God forgives me, faithful in small things, unwavering in my faith.

Here are a few favorite pics of my mom: 

Mother as a young child with her mom. I love her curls.
Mother as a school kid, trying to hide her missing tooth.
I love this picture of Mother (far left) standing so prim and proper.
Her brother is beside her (Mr. Cool in the sunglasses). Her mother is on the far right.
I don't know the other people in the photograph. Friends, I think.
Mother, posed beautifully again beside a car.
Mother, with the man she would marry for life - my dear dad.
Mother, laughing with her firstborn - Big Sister, Elaine.
Mother, five days before me and my twin sister were born. She was 23.
She didn't know she was carrying two bundles of joy.
Mother and her surprise child - me.
Amazingly enough, we can't find any pictures of her holding Dayle and me together.
Mother, making melody unto the Lord.
Mother and her "babies" today.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Dying to Live

Every morning, before leaving for work, I take a peek at my tomato plant growing in a glass in my kitchen window. I don't know how successful I'll be in reaping a harvest, but I'm enjoying watching the miracle of life just the same. Out of darkness and dirt, something beautiful has burst forth. I'm honored to watch it grow.
♦  ♦  ♦  ♦

"Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." John 12:24 (KJV)

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Monday, April 1, 2013

Sprigs of Green

On a whim, I purchased some tomato seeds a few weeks ago, hoping to sprout a plant between now and summer. (Fat chance, I know, but let me dream.)

The directions said to start the seeds inside, and transplant after danger of frost, so I dropped a few seeds in some soil, put the container in my kitchen window and watered and waited.

I was delighted to see sprigs of green yesterday morning. How fitting that they burst forth over the Easter weekend, don't you think? My thumb isn't terribly green, but I hope to reap some tomatoes when summertime comes around. Got a long way to go, but I'll keep you posted.