Thursday, December 29, 2011

More fun with junk!

Been having fun with my junk stash lately. . . here are a few more "junk" necklaces. 

Hope you like!!

R e m e m b e r . . .

f l e a . o . l o g y

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s e e   y o u   t h e n ,

( w i t h   j u n k   i n   t o w .  .  .  )

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Have yourself a merry little cubicle. . .

Each December at OSHA, where my dear DH works, the "mad scientist" chemists loosen up a bit and  decorate their cubicles for the holidays.  A pine bough here, a balloon there, maybe even an artificial tree with a dozen or so little danglies hanging on for dear life.  A few of the women go nuts and create ski lifts and mitten trees and "Hansel & Gretel" houses.  There are prizes. . . and egos. . . involved.  There's the award ceremony, held during the annual work Christmas party, complete with tongue-in-cheek award names. 

My sweet DH has always gotten into the spirit of the event, plugging in a light or two and hanging a tinsel or two.  I've always been dutifully helpful by encouraging him to take something to decorate with that we don't need around the house (and, if I was lucky, something that was already heading for the D.I.). . . .

Then, this year, along comes Pinterest.  (BTW, thank you, Paula and Jen, for yet another excuse to spend yet more time on the computer.)  And oh my, how the creative juices are flowing now.  "Oh, honey, did you mention you were decorating your cubicle this week?" 

Would you like some help, dear??

What follows is what my sweet DH's co-workers are calling the "Martin Stewart" award.  Actually, a bunch of them said he cheated because I helped him.  He told them they were just jealous because their spouses didn't help them


Fred's cubicle as seen from down the hall. . .

Check out the "tree" made from
an aluminum easel and red and white lights!

Amazing what you can do with an old window screen. . .

 Hmmm, let's decorate with some "junk" from around the house. . .


Here's a few pretties I picked up at Aunt Elsie's in Gardner Village. . . .

Above, the apothecary jar with red garland and white lights,           
                                and below, the bottle brush tree that I put in an oversize mason jar
                                                                                             with epsom salt "snow". . . .

Twas the night before Christmas. . .

O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree. . .

Oh little town of Bethlehem. . .

Have yourself a merry little. . .

Stay tuned for the cubicle contest voting results!

Friday, December 2, 2011

Got junk?

I love junk.  I mean really love junk.  I told someone just the other day that my idea of a good time was poking around a hoarder's house.  I know, I know. . . I need to get out more.

But the great part about poking around in junk piles is the treasure you find.  Like a hinge.  Or an on-off plate.  Or a drawer handle.

Not much by themselves, but incredible when you put them together.  Which is what I've been doing lately, putting junk together to make jewelry.   Like the junk charm necklace here.   Kind of fun when the charms are bobbins and dog license tags and hooks from days-gone-by unmentionables. . . .

Recognize the main piece here? 

                                             A Victorian drawer pull. . . .

Got cake? 

Don't need milk with this kind. . . .

These necklaces and more like them will be on sale soon at the Beehive Bazaar and at Treasures Antique Mall. 

Got junk?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

'tis the season. . .

You know, I'm a rotten blogger.  Seems like I spend too much time playing with my antiques and not enough time blogging about them.  Guess it shows you where I'd rather be. . . with my hands in the rust.  But I do have a thing for photography, too, so I guess being a rotten blogger doesn't make much sense. 

So in an effort to redeem myself, here are a few of my favorite Christmas/antique photos.  Sorry it's nothing new.  I'll try that another day I guess. . . .  Hope you like these in the meantime!

Friday, October 7, 2011

the sweet love story that became me. . .

Once upon a time. . .

. . . a pretty auburn-haired girl and a skinny short guy met in high school.  One day after they graduated, they ran into each other at the drive-in.  Over a burger their eyes met, and a little spark ignited.  After a while, they fell in love.  The auburn-haired girl's father didn't much like the skinny kid, even though he had grown a few inches by then.  So the girl and the boy snuck away one day, drove a few hours so they were just over the state line, and got married in Indiana since they were underage at home in Michigan.  There were no bridesmaids, or groomsmen. . . in fact finding a witness was a little tricky.  There was no photographer to record the event for eternity.  There was no honeymoon, since the girl and the boy had to get back home because the girl's parents thought she was at a friend's for an overnighter.   When they got back home they had to live apart for a few days, until the girl worked up her courage to tell her parents that she was married, and that she and the boy were one.

That was 60 years ago today.  My mom and dad started their sweet life together in Angola, Indiana on October 7, 1951.   They had nearly 44 (mostly) blissful years together before Dad left to go back to Heaven.  They adored each other.  He was tender and thoughtful to her. . . and she was devoted beyond measure to him.  Mom misses him. . . more than words can say. 

So happy anniversary, my wonderful parents. 

Thanks for showing me what marriage should be.


j o a n   &   k e n   c l a y t o n

o c t o b e r   7 ,   1 9 5 1

Monday, October 3, 2011

f i r s t b o r n s o n

My first-born turned 22 yesterday.  At 11:30 am.  But - if I'd had my way he would have been born the day before.  'Cause that would have meant a lot less labor. . . 23 1/2 hours was just a tad much. 

He's a good kid.  (Oops, make that young man).  He's a young man who's had a hard time of life.  And I'm so very proud of how he's taken the lemons that life has thrown at him and made them into lemonade. 

Somehow he's made it though a lot, this kid of mine.  Autism, for one.  (Make that Asperger's Syndrome, means kind of the same thing).  We didn't know about the autism at first, though.  You'd think his fascination with sprinklers would have tipped us off.  And lights.  And later - tornados.  But when he was three the word "autism" hadn't even entered our vocabulary.  When he was five it did.  And we've lived with that word ever since.

Michael with his Grandpa Clayton, about age 3.
Michael is smart.  Taught himself to read at two and a half.  No kidding!  When he was young he loved to read non-fiction.  One of his books was titled Brain Surgery for Beginners.  We had books about space, nature, medicine, inventions.  He wanted to know how everything worked.  He played Magic School Bus computer games, and a bunch more that I can't remember the names of. 

And he remembered everything he read and learned on the computer. 

Today, Michael is still smart.  Loves to spout facts.  Loves fancy cars.  Plays golf.  Has a thing for video and computer games.  Likes cheese.  A lot.  Cares deeply for many wonderful people who have helped him along the way, especially his teachers at the Jordan Resource Center (now River's Edge School) in Jordan District.  Works at Harmon's (7th East) washing dishes in the deli.  And those dishes sparkle!  He can make a tub sparkle, too.  Want to borrow him?

Michael is  thoughtful, funny, helpful, and interesting. 

He appreciates family. 

Is good with the pets.

Is fascinated with fireworks.

And, still alive after nearly dying of a lung abscess a few years ago.

Good thing, 'cause I don't know what I'd do without him. 

So - happy birthday, my firstborn son.

I love you. . .

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Sneak a peek at some flea.o.logy fodder. . .

It's almost that time again. . . F  L  E  A    M  A  R  K  E  T  !

Yup, flea.o.logy is just around the corner and getting ready is oh-so-much-fun.  I've been digging around in my garage, finding estate sale finds I haven't seen in months (or years!).  And I'm bringing it all to Payson. 

You get to see it Friday morning, 8:00 a.m.  Or Saturday morning, 8:00 a.m.  Until 3:00 p.m. both days.  And yup, new stuff will be put out just for Saturday. 

Consider yourself officially invited. . . .

r  e  m  e  m  b  e  r

*  f  l  e  a  .  o  .  l  o  g  y  *

a n t i q u e s   &   c r a f t s   f l e a   m a r k e t

f r i d a y   &   s a t u r d a y

s e p t e m b e r   2 n d   &   3 r d

2 1 8   n .   m a i n

p a y s o n ,  u t a h

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