I’ve been neglecting you all again. I know it. And I am sorry. Sort of. The truth is, nothing has really moved me to write. And I’ve been busy.
First, I had to get ready for the Tag Sale.
I’m happy to say, I sold both big, galvanized tubs, the chamber pot, the lard cans, and the enamelware, among other things. Those were all big items that really put a crimp in my space here.
Oh, and Aunt Bertha was here.
She stopped on her way home from the Carolinas and ended up staying for several days. It was a lovely visit. She’s always fun to have around.
There were some miscellaneous strolls around town, as usual.
That bear is a fixture at Amy’s at Rhodes, a gift shop on Main Street.
I’ve been painting, too. The girls like to hang out with me when I am in the basement. Only Meg is in the picture, but the others are nearby.
The color in that picture, captured with my phone, is a bit wonky. The bench is not nearly as purple as it looks. I am about halfway done now. A picture of the completed project will eventually be shared here.
As an aside, like my new workbench? That’s one of the treasures I acquired at auction during my crazy inventory binge. It cost me a whopping five bucks.
So that’s what I have been up to. Of course, there’s also work, which keeps me busy during the day. And some other miscellaneous stuff.
There’s not a ton of excitement on the horizon over the next few days. But I’ll try to be back sooner.
Watching the game, however, was PAINFUL. The CBS commentators were absolutely horrible and one-sided. Even as the Ravens clearly dominated the first half, the talk in the booth was all about the 49ers. Jim Nantz and Phil Simms stole the enjoyment from me for most of the game.
David Zurawik, Baltimore Sun reporter, summed their sloppy work up well with “…they were pathetic in the first half in their inability to modify or abandon their Colin-Kaepernick-is-the-Second-Coming storyline. The two could not drop the script, even though it bore little relationship to what was happening on the field throughout the first half.” And during the second half… I literally wanted to scream at their “since-the-power-outage” talk.
Man, oh man. Shut. The. F. Up. Really.
John Harbaugh was quoted as saying, “It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t perfect, but it was us.”
And as Ed Reed said, “started good, got ugly, ended great.”
As horrible as the one-sided coverage was, the victory was sweet.
This is the first time since moving to Virginia, the heart of Redskins country, that I wished I still lived and worked in Baltimore.
I’m no diehard football fan. Heck, I don’t even watch every game.
But when it’s your team going to the Super Bowl? That’s sweet. Even for a girl who somehow ended up living in Redskins Country.
Know what image I like even more?
Nothing personal, of course. Tom’s a great quarterback. But after listening to those horrible announcers during the game, seeing this just felt good.
I have very fond memories of the Ravens’ last Super Bowl win. I watched the parade on Pratt Street from an 8th floor conference room or office with my friends at co-workers at T. Rowe Price.
Boy, that seems so long ago. That was even before I had dogs.
Funny where life takes you, isn’t it?
Now, where can I get me an AFC Champions sweatshirt? 🙂
I drove north to Baltimore yesterday to drop some stuff off with my Dad. While in the neighborhood, I decided to visit Second Chance, which is usually described as an architectural salvage company, but is so much more.
Second Chance is a non-profit that, according to their website, “…creates “green collar jobs” by taking apart buildings that would otherwise be demolished and dumped in a landfill. We then offer the reclaimed materials to the public at a discount, helping fund our job training and workforce development programs. We deconstruct buildings and homes, salvage usable materials and make those available to the public through our 200,000 square feet of retail space. With the revenue generated, we provide job training and workforce development for those with employment obstacles in the Baltimore region.”
It’s the retail space I visited. And I was AMAZED.
It was my first time at their new location. They used to have four separate buildings that were located within blocks of each other practically in the shadow of M&T Bank Staduim. You know, home of the Ravens.
When I walked in, I think I actually giggled. I just love going there.
Anyway, they are still close to the stadium, but everything is is one ginormous warehouse. At least, it felt pretty darn big to me. And did I mention that the place is super-easy to find? Really. It’s right off of I-95 and I-295 (Baltimore-Washington Parkway). Here’s a MAP.
I’ve gotten some really great stuff there over the years. I often tell people that every now and then, I just HAVE to go. Seriously. I just get this urge to go. And I can’t stop thinking about it until I do.
The other day, when I told Hubby “those little voices in my head are telling me to go to Second Chance again,” he said to me, without skipping a beat, “I wish they would shut the Hell up!”
I didn’t take a camera. These pics were all captured with my iPhone. But I took lots so y’all could see what a cool variety of stuff they have available.
Now all you craft types, turn on the project visualizer. Okay?
Wouldn’t those doors make great frames for some decoupage pieces? Especially that big, tall one in the middle. I almost got one, but have a huge backlog of projects already so decided to wait.
I bought the sewing machine not as a painting project, but for the machine. I still have yet to test it. It’s circa 1968, which is actually newer than the machine I currently use. It does zig-zag stitches while my current machine only goes straight in forward and reverse.
That stool came home with me. It was about $30. Not only is it super-comfortable, it’ll look really cute with about 15 minutes worth of painting.
I don’t remember the price of the sconce, but it was expensive. But it’s a really, really nice piece and worth every cent. I just have no place for it.
It was hard for me to leave this next item behind. But I didn’t want to spend that much money on one thing.
Considering my chair addiction, I was quite proud of myself for leaving these behind. And they didn’t even need paint. I think there were three.
All together, I came away with a huge oak mirror, the stool and sewing machine with table, two end tables, an antique pair of glass-topped nesting tables, and a really cool book full of very nice black and white prints. It was fun.
Do you like shopping at places like that? Or would you rather just buy new stuff?
On several occasions recently, I have seen stories on the ‘net about random acts of kindness. Folks paying grocery bills for strangers. Paying off a holiday layaway. Buying a homeless guy lunch. The list goes on.
There was an interesting article on NPR about how teaching kids how to perform random acts of kindness can make them better people. The article said, “Similar experiments in adults have shown that being actively kind increases happiness, and happier people then become more likely to help others.”
I thought it might be fun to go out and DO something. And I posted this on Facebook daring my friends to do the same. Or at least spread the word to get others to act.
IMPORTANT Triple Dog Dare… I’m going to help some anonymous person tomorrow (which is now today). I dare you to do the same. Not sure what yet. Pay for someone’s gas? But someone lunch? Slip someone $20? Not sure what or who or even where. But I keep reading about anonymous people swooping in and doing something nice for random folks. If you think it’s a cool idea and accept this triple dog dare, share this and then let us know what you did. Big or small, the value doesn’t matter. You could even offer a service if you prefer. I just dare you to do something nice. It’ll feel good, I promise. This sad world could use more good deeds. Don’t forget to like and share to spread the word!
It doesn’t have to cost you a cent, either. And it could be a small act. Little things add up!
Don’t know what to do? Here are some links that may help.
You can actually start right now by sharing a link to this post with everyone you know.
Feel free to comment about your act, no matter how small. Or be kind anonymously. The important thing here is for you to DO SOMETHING NICE TODAY! Even a small act like guiding folks to this post could have a bigger impact than you could ever imagine.
This past weekend, in addition to visiting with my two best buds, I also got to meet a celebrity of sorts. Marian Parsons, aka Miss Mustard Seed, the owner and artist behind Mustard Seed Interiors.
According to the About page on Miss Mustard Seed’s web site,
“Mustard Seed Interiors LLC is a small business that was born out of a love for antiques, decorating on a budget, and giving old pieces of furniture new life. While the primary focus of the retail business is painted and refinished furniture, MSI also carries upholstered pieces, found objects, vintage-inspired painted signs and handmade accessories for the home.“
Marian visited The Empty Nest here in Warrenton on Saturday, so I bought her newly-published book and had her sign it for me.
Y’all remember The Empty Nest, right? I went to — and blogged about — the grand opening back in late July.
I’ve been back quite a few times since then. It is the cutest little shop run by Janet, who is just the nicest lady…
I am so excited for 2013. It’s going to be my creative year. I have lots of painting projects that are patiently waiting in the wings and driving my husband crazy! To get myself jump started, I am going to take a painting class in January.
I am SO excited. Oh wait, I said that already.
Anyway… back to Miss Mustard Seed.
Carol, Tracey, and I got a later start than expected, so I didn’t have much time to hang out with Janet. Her store was pretty busy anyway. And since I’m just around the corner, I can visit whenever I want. I’ve even taken the dogs in to say hello.
I actually bought the book on Friday evening so I could have a chance to look it over before the signing.
I wish I could have stayed longer, but I still had some visiting to do.
I just LOVE looking around Janet’s shop. There’s always something new to see. I even managed to find a snowman.
He was just hanging on his hook whispering, “Take me home. Take me home.”
So I did. 🙂
Now he’s in my tree looking right at home with his many snow brothers and sisters.
If you ever come to Warrenton, I’ll have to take you to visit The Empty Nest in person. Okay?