The Magic of Our Ordinary Days: August 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Favorite blankets

This summer I have scored huge at Savers, the thrift store. I love, love, love hand knits, crocheted blankets, and some sewing, but mostly knit/crocheted blankets. The thrift store usually has a ton of them. Why? Why would someone give away something that was made by hand? It seems like a crime to me.

The children's section of Savers always has lots of hand knit or crocheted sweaters.

I have kept every single hand made anything that was given to my kids when they were born. Peter's cousin made us a beautiful blue & white quilt when we got married. I cannot think of one reason why it would end up at a thrift store.

This particular granny-squared blanket even has a personalized tag on it. Who is/was Janet Merritt and would she be heart-broken that her blanket ended up selling for $2.99 at a thrift store? Can you imagine how many hours she must have spent on it? I'm so glad I found it because I love it.

This gray & white blanket I found for less than $6. You can't even buy all the yarn needed to make this for $6. It's my kids favorite & it is a work horse of a blanket in our house.

I look forward to finding more. I certainly wouldn't get them all --you should see some of the color combinations--oy. But I'll pick up the nice ones.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Bath time...

My first attempt at giving the dog a bath. Peter & the kids have given her the past baths, but today it was me. Cody is a "country dog." She's outside most of the day and likes to dig, roll in who-knows-what, and unfortunately has discovered some mulch. In other words, Cody stinks.

First we needed to tie her up so she couldn't run away. We just tied her to the basketball hoop pole, and we gave her some treats.

This photo below captures how much she loathes getting a bath:
Cody was not happy, nor impressed.

She smells a lot better now.

Good job.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I'd Rather Be Fishing

I took them fishing today at Luddam's Ford.

They loved it with the exception of a few things. 1: we didn't notice Joseph was missing a hook on his line. 2: Olivia's light-up Barbie rod had a lure attached, which clearly is not as much fun as fishing with a hook & bobber.

Olivia kept "catching" strange things:

It was fine though because I was able to use what Joseph had, and twist it into a hook. Then I was able to get the big, fat juicy worm on it. I found those worms by myself, you know.