Sunday, September 27, 2015

Brooches and Buttons

Hello, all!

The lovely Kezzie has been sharing some of her funtabulous brooches on her blog, and in a comment on my blog she sort of demanded that I do the same. I do have a few really nice brooches, which I haven't been wearing much lately. Summer clothes can't hold up anything that weighs more than a piece of lint. But now that lapel season is on its way, let me show you some of my pretties.

Before I do, though, I HAVE to mention that I just reopened my Etsy shop - click on the link and bring your credit card! Of course, my "chaos" brooches are listed. Please have a look and give me feedback.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes, brooches. I have posted pics of these before, and I'm probably better off using old pictures than the newer ones. This is what I accomplished taking a selfie today:


The brooch is a beautiful blue butterfly I bought from Bella at Citizen Rosebud. Here's a usable photo with a smug smile.


The butterfly was also seen here. Lovely, n'est-ce pas?

--- edited on Sept. 29, which happens to be TARDIS Tuesday, and I'm wearing blue so I shall link up with My Closet Catalogue.

This is one I made for myself using a sticker of an Edward Hopper painting and putting resin over it.


I've grouped it with some buttonflowers from Megan Gann (who used to have a blog but she seems to have quit the blogging life). The little yellow curves in the buttonflowers match the hat in the picture.

Here's a photo from 2012 with me wearing a brooch I got at a charity shop in England.


This is when Mr. S did some photography for me, before we started bickering each time (Me: Hurry up! You're taking too long! Him: You keep making silly faces!). Ah, memories . . .

And here's a micro-mosaic set that belonged to my grandmother's cousin Naomi, who had no children of her own so my mother got them. And now I have them.

 
I know I mentioned buttons in the title, and I was going to tell you about the buttons I made - yes, made - for this purple velvet jacket, which was a hand-me-over from my niece. But maybe that will wait for another post.



Linking up with the longest running link-up on the webz - Visible Monday at Patti's Not Dead Yet Style. Are you going? I'm bringing a cheese ball (his name is Guido - haha!).

PS - when I added my link, it wanted to shorten the title to Brooches and Butt. 

Val

Sunday, September 13, 2015

The Dusty Roads



For the last few years, the bright and tenacious Mr. S has been trying to decipher a poem that leads to a treasure. I've written about this before, when he and I went on a trip to West Yellowstone and then hiked up in the hills (grizzly country!) to the spot he thought might hold the treasure. We didn't find it.

Since that time, Mr. S has been out on five, count 'em, five expeditions, using different interpretations of the poem, but to no avail. He's encountered ticks, a rattlesnake and loose rocks that gave way beneath his feet. So I decided I'd better go along this time and carry the first aid kit.


It was a fun trip! Our first stop was Dubois, Wyoming.




From this small  town, we drove up the back roads to Table Mountain. Here's a tip about Wyoming - if you look at a map and a dotted line has a name that ends in "Road," don't believe it. Dotted lines are tracks, better suited to horses or goats. Our Subaru, however, soldiered on over rocks and ruts and wash-outs.


There were tipi circles along the ridge - this was the campfire circle

After looking around the top of the plateau and finding no treasure, we went through all sorts of rough terrain taking a different route out, the "road" getting more and more precarious as we went. Then we finally reached our worst nightmare - a locked gate. Unwilling to go back over hill and dale, Mr. S climbed the fence and headed on to see if he could find the person who might have a key. Soon he came back with Les, a really nice guy who let us through the gate, and then showed us the sheepwagon he made. It looks like a gypsy varda with a metal exterior, and inside he had a nice big bed, an iron stove, a pull-out table, and built-in benches and shelves. Sorry, I didn't take any pictures - I was just living in the moment.


The Tetons through the windshield



We continued looking for X to mark the spot, but instead of loot we just found beautiful country and really stunning scenery, antelope bounding across the prairie, and petroglyphs. The treasure eluded us.



We were on the doorstep of Yellowstone National Park, so of course we had to go. That's right, Boo-Boo, we got us some picka-nicka baskets. (How many of you remember Yogi Bear?) The park is huge! We saw lots of bison, and one giant elk that crossed the road before I could get my camera out. The ravens didn't mind posing, though.





Old Faithful performed right on cue.

I've been following Arts and Crafts Living on Facebook, who has been posting pictures of their trip to Yellowstone and the amazing lodges, so I wanted to see Old Faithful Inn. It's the largest log structure in the world, and it's amazing!

This is a second-story viewing deck

Interior of Old Faithful Inn with crow's nest




Here's the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone - it finally clicked for me why it's called Yellow-stone! Duh!


And then home in a car coated inside and out with Wyoming dust, richer in experience if not in fortune!

Val