Monday, February 20, 2012

Happy President's Day

When I was a little girl living, at the time' in Illinois.  The first President I learned about was Abraham Lincoln, not because he lived where I lived, but because he was on that little copper coin that I loved so much as a little girl.  I still do, after all these years we still have almost every year, thanks to Jeff who as a little boy collected coins with his grandfather, but that's another story.  Thanks to Jeff, you see I had to pawn all of my coins.  But Jeff had all of his.  It all came back to me when I saw all those wonderful blue books with all the little spots all filled with my favoriet coin.

 So we went to D.C.  I had to see him.  I memorized every inch of his face.  I was so excited to see his hands.  They reminded me of papa'.  His left hand was just like his.  It was soo cool to see the way the thumb stuck out.

Jut love his boots...

and just look at the details

 I just fell in love with the everything about it.

Let's just say that I was 

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Dance No Matter Where You Are

Today I was driving around Irving trying to find a tape measure.  Can you believe I didn't bring one?!  Wile driving around I was listening to New Order live from the BBC on XM, and I just had to get out and dance.  Well, I must have made someone's day because, they took a photo.  I hope that I'm not the only one that is compelled to dance in public.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Handbag Trac

So in my shop I post that there are vintage finds and handmade goods...Vintage finds, well that is something that I have a hard time selling.  Until now, I think.  I have gone over and over my yummy handbags and well there are a few that I will be willing to sell to good homes.  I think...

This one is just the right size for your
phone a card or two, and lipstick.
That's all a girl needs, right?
This little booboo is darling.  

I did get around to posting
 the photos here 
so maybe one day soon 
I'll get them posted at InYourBones

ooh, and she has diamonds in the middle of all the white flowers.
Not real ones of course... don't be silly, ha!
She had some work done.  Can you see it? 

Pussy Foot, what's not to love.
ooh la la the inside is just as lovely

They are dreamy, well to me at least.   The reason for "handbag trac"?
Well, I would never leave my handbag unattended so, when the DJ played a (mix)song and it was a REALLY good one, one that I needed to dance to I would put my handbag on the floor in front of me and dance...The DJs call that a handbag trac.  

I didn't dance to a lot of "handbag tracs"
I never put my handbag on the floor