Weeing in the pond with the fish and the frogs.

This is a little print I just had to have. I found it in a cute shop in Granbury. Texas. It was done by a french artist possibly early 1900's and is also signed. There is a slogan at the bottom in French. I cannot read French but will research. I have it framed and hanging in my little half bathroom under my stairs. It is old and done in pencil therefore is a little difficult with details. I love it.

Come Back To The Five And Dime Jimmy Dean Jimmy Dean

A wonderful and fun store to shop. Long ago and now no more. This was definitely not your Walmart. Shopping was care free and easy. Everything you wanted was not stacked high up on shelves or in the isles but displayed on flat counters which divided products between glass sided sections. Remember? This is a picture of my mother Mary Belle on the right and her sister my Aunt Georgia Lee. They both worked at Woolworths in Arkansas. What a great place to have had a job!

Love Note Perhaps...

In a little brown box in the back of a little book store, I found some old postcards. This particular one intrigued me mainly because I couldn't read the language. Is there anyone out in blogland that can translate this for me. I am so curious!!

Ah Sweet "Mystery"

A couple of years ago I found a Louis Icart piece of art in an antique shop. I fell in love with his work. I remember seeing his art when I was growing up. I then decided I wanted to start a collection. Among others I have three signed pieces and this is my favorite. It is called "Mystery". Please let me share it with you and I will add others later. He always painted the most beautiful women from the 30's era. This picture is from my master bedroom.

I know it's Thursday.........but what day is this?????

It has been a while since I posted. I have had one of those crazy summers. Haven't been home long enough to even rest in between. Trips, vacation, more trips, overnight guests, two weddings out of town, and this weekend another wedding. Then I have surgery coming up. So if you have been visiting, please bear with me. I will be back in a few weeks.....Shelia

Mary Belle

While cleaning out some picture drawers I found some pictures of my mother.Please allow me to share this picture and a few thoughts that flooded back through my mind. She was a wonderful mother, very strict in every way from a sparkling house, caring for her children and was a great cook. She could be overbearing at times also. I realize now just how obsessive compulsive and anal she was about a lot of things. It was simply 'her way or the highway'. She ran a very structured household. She was always well kept. Her hair in place, make up, nails done, and I thought she was so pretty. I remember the blouse she is wearing in the picture. It was a coffee color. She wore red lipstick and kept her hair up in curls most of her life. She loved to talk on the telephone with her girlfriends and I would stay close so I could listen to the laughter in the conversations. She had Lupus and passed away away in 1997. Now every day I find myself with so many of her same traits and habits. There is a saying that states , 'You are your mother's daughter'.I resolve that I am, except being the great cook. And I'm fine with that!

Let's be hussies before it's too late!!!!

Now come on girls, haven't we all wanted to be a hussie at least once in our lives?

Cherished Moments for James Drew

Someone once said, "Any man can be a father but it takes a special man to be a dad." Someone who makes every day a great experience for his five year old son. He is always there to answer a question, especially the 'why' ones. Sitting him on his lap in front of the computer to teach him something or just to watch Daddy work. Shopping for extra small garden gloves and a 'flower shovel' so he can help Momma plant the daisies. Then, on his day off, when Momma is working, he shops for fabric. And, by hand, designs and sews a costume for his son's little program at school. Scrunched up with his little boy on the bottom bunk bed together watching a Superhero movie: this time seems so trivial, yet it makes such a meaningful memory that will last a lifetime. This is the caring and endearing dad that helps form the pillars of character needed to mold a little boy into a fine man. Then, the love and respect for each other can never fade. Happy Father's Day to my son-in-law, Trey!!

Friends, I am going on a trip, will be home in about two weeks. You will see me then. As ever, Shelia

This is my new summer coif.....don't you love it!!!

The Most Cherished Of All

Hold dear to your motherhood. There is absolutely nothing in all the world that is more special. To be a mother is a blessed honor and gift from God. Being a mother is like joy flowing forever from your heart. Love, caring, tenderness, tears, laughter, heartaches, and wonder are all emotions that are presented to a mother . She will realize her life will never be the same as before but the blessings to come will be so worthwhile. The attributes, and motherly instincts God provides for her will make her strong and well prepared for the most important job on this earth. But she must always remember to live that her memories will be a part of her happiness. And lastly, to forever love the Lord and look to his guidance.........HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to my daughter Mary Lindsey.

Lip Rouge Galore.....

Lullaby for Baby

Good night sweet baby James. The Sandman has made his visit and you are on your way to dreamland of goodness, innocence and not a care. Comfort and to be satisfied makes you a happy baby. The angels watch over your slumber. The Lord loves you and you know you are loved by all. So sleep tight sweet baby James.

Senior Prom 1960...Oh What A Night!...Frank Where Are You Now..

He saw her.She was sitting three rows in front of him in the same box in the theater. He was completely entranced. He couldn't look anywhere else but at her back. Her beautiful back. She had the skin of a China doll and her posture was perfect sitting in the chaise longue viewing the stage through her opera glasses. In his heart of hearts he was compelled to make her aquaintance. He must! He was so enthralled with her image he took his camera out and took her photograph. The house lights came on and people were suddenly everywhere. As he caught his breath he thought he saw a glimpse of her black lace dress in the crowd. He tried to get closer but sadly lost sight of her. He returned to his box seat and waited. When the opera began again he would not miss his chance. The performance began. She did not return. He realized all he had left was a lasting ethereal dream.