Showing posts with label jars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jars. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Summertime! Really? Let's go to the Beach!

Summer is here, although it has been hot for weeks, and now it's cooled down and raining. A nice break.
I wish I could send some rain to Texas and Arizona!
I have been thinking of beachcombing, and the cool pacific ocean,
so I took a few photos of my shell collection I keep in Jars in the bathroom.
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I added a fresh gardenia from my neighbors bushes. She is so nice to share.
I do think the two go together perfectly.






We collected all the shells from Oregon and Fl. except the starfish.
I tried that, and you just can't get the bad smell from them.






So anyone ready for some cool ocean air?



Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Playing with Jars, dolls, lace,



I was just playing around with jars again, reflections on glass is difficult, I decided to ignore it.
The dolls are 8" waiting for a costume.
They are content.


I made the mini crowns last year.
  The glittered stars and heart are by the magical Madai.
We miss you!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Old Collections, and Dusty Memories

Pack Rat, thats me, it's genetic. Thanks Mom! I think.

I haven't seen most of these jars, since 1985, at least that is what the newspaper wrapping is dated, I'd say that is just about right. I thought I got rid of them, now I'm glad I put them in storage.

 Some contain the ash from Mt.Saint Helens when it erupted in Washington state. I will never forget that day, and the weeks following. I lived on the north side of Portland Oregon, about a 90 min drive to the mountian. I remember the sound of the ash falling. The ash drifted in the curbs, everything was dusted with ash for a very long time.  When I unpack, the dust of memories are welcome, a bit of time travel. I will share other old friends in time. I used to make dolls, and managed to save some of them. They are glad to breath again, and check out the new digs.
I even remember getting the rusty coffee pot at a sale, still marked fifty cents. I know you  understand the deal there. I don't call this the Rustic Victorian for nothing. Ok, back to the mess I just made, and cleaning up the jars a bit. I am having way more fun than I deserve. 
More to come!