New Obsession

In the very early 2000s, my mom suggested I use milk glass bud vases in my first wedding’s decor. I laughed at her old fashion suggestion and I forgot about her ridiculous antiques decor idea until a few weeks back.

A long-time friend of mine posted her Great Depression era milk glass cake stand collection on Instagram, and I remembered what my mom said. I started reading. I spent a week reading every blog post, antiques mall article, and Pinterest post about milk glass collections.

Then I started searching for my own pieces.  fentonmilkglassruffletophobnailI had previously visited a (somewhat overpriced) antiques store searching just for pretty stuff. I stumbled across a well-priced Fenton Hobnail milk glass fluted edge vase. It’s about four-inches tall and I’m in love with the fluting, the precise little bumps (hobs? hobnails?).  Once I clean her up, she’s going to live as a makeup brush organizer in my bathroom.

I haven’t stopped looking for fun pieces since this, and I’ve amassed a quick double-digit number collection already. I read an interesting post recommending “if you like it, it fits in your collection,” and am following that mindset as I scour local Goodwills. (Yesterday I found 10 pieces of collectible glass for less than $40.)

Vintage Westmoreland Milk Glass Creamer and Sugar Bowl

Piece number two? was a pair of pieces. A set of Westmoreland milk glass creamer and sugar jar WITH its lid. I overpaid for it, because all three pieces were perfect, and I think it’s a beautifully created little set.

Ever seen this stuff? Have any of your grandmas given you dusty old pieces you want to mail me? Hah!

As I go forward, I might try to keep sharing pieces. Obsessions often become intense collecting events for me. Let’s see where this goes!

Is this thing on?

Daddy’s tires on the white truck growled in the dirt as we neared the top of the steep driveway. Looking over him, I could see there were horses at the neighbors’ house. Maybe I could get a horse! I excitedly thought.

pexels-photo-221573.jpegIt was silenced by a voice I was learning wasn’t quite my own; they’ll never buy you a horse.

I didn’t voice either opinion aloud in the white truck; I knew the condescending voice was right; they’d never buy me a horse. We were poor; I could see it in the soles of Daddy’s shoes when we played checkers on the floor. Even if we weren’t poor, I don’t think my parents would ever buy me a horse, anyway. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t like me, they just didn’t know what to do with me.


and we’ll see what happens

Two more

pexels-photo-373465.jpegFor the past four Saturdays, my parents had dragged me to the next city over to look at new houses. I didn’t much care for the realtors we were instructed to follow each weekend; they always felt swarthy and as though they saw people as dollar signs and property, not families and homes. I avoided the cutesy “What’s your name?” and “How old are you little miss?” questions by sticking my nose in a book and keeping it there. Unless I was specifically told “leave it in the car,” my book du jour traveled with me.

Lately I had been reading more chapter books, adventure novels where the girls were heroes and the boys needed saving. I read novels of large families, all the siblings constantly fighting over what little there was, but always learning a lesson in love, too. I read books that were too grown-up for a nine-year-old, meeting Stephen King’s Annie Wilkes and her sledgehammer before I was even in “double-digits.” My parents didn’t really care what I read, I was reading. It also meant I wasn’t talking to them; I seemed to bother them with my emphatic questions and observant musings.


Any observant musings from you?

Trying something new …

pexels-photo-999282.jpegMa didn’t want to live in a green house. She said it reminded her of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and that was weird. Daddy promised her we’d paint it “straight away” multiple times as we pulled away from what he hoped was our new home. I wasn’t impressed by the green house either, but I was impressed by the acres of land, the fields of blackberry brambles, and the creek that ran diagonally through the parcel. I wanted to explore the dog run on the north side of the property, and climb into the tree fort in the south side’s lone cottonwood tree. I’d have my own room with built-in bookshelves if my parents picked this house.

At nine years old, moving was starting to become a regular thing for me. My triangle-family had moved from apartment to apartment renting as we went. Ma got used to dealing with the landlords complaining about clogged toilets and moldy kitchen faucets and Daddy normally did extra yard work to lower our rent. I used the dusty phone book that was invariably left in a back closet to find the nearest public library. I’d cross reference the address in the white pages with the maps on the blue pages, hoping with all my being that the distance between the new place and the library was walkable. It had yet to be.

New Cuppa


I received my Spring 2018 FabFitFun box while traveling, and loved opening it to discover my treasures. One of the best treasures from the box is this spiffy Homemade by Ayesha Curry coffee mug! It’s probably nearing 16 ounces and keeps my coffee warm until I can drink it.

I appreciate over-sized mugs, witty phrases or swear words, a large handle (man hands, here), and a sturdy, heavy feeling when I pick it up. This mug fits all my requirements!

Do you have a favorite type of mug?

Home Sweet Home

I absolutely love to travel. I don’t just enjoy the vacationing part of travel, but I enjoy the adventure of getting to my destination.dogears

Driving the 1 and the 101 north from California into Oregon provided me with a lot of thinking-time, and a lot of beautiful sights. I stopped almost every hour (either for a potty or photography break) and I enjoyed the simplicity of traveling solo. I got to choose the route, the music, the volume of the music, and where I stopped. It was perfect travel for me.

Stephen King’s End of Watch set the tone for my drive north, and I finished the book before I made it to my final destination. I previously tore through Mr. Mercedes (another King, book) and loved the story. End of Watch is not quite a sequel, but it’s more of the story of Mr. Mercedes. If you like Stephen King’s newer materials, this book is definitely a pleasure to read or listen to.

What are you currently reading?

Majestic Universe


California Redwoods and Giant Sequoias

I’m still traveling. I have the time to write, but I also don’t want to sit on my laptop all day while there are beautiful sights to see around me.

Today is a stay-near-home day (my parents’ home) and do a few little “buy souvenir” stops. Tomorrow I leave for Redding, California. I’ll make a ton of stops as I drive and take a ton more photographs!

Once I leave Redding I’m headed to the Placer County Gold Rush Museum. It’s not fully operational just yet (they moved it), but there is a first floor I can explore. The nerd in me wants to see whatever I can!

What are you up to this weekend?

Paying for Library Access

Is there any case which you would drop $100 to use a library outside of your city/county?

Living in Silicon Valley, I have driving access to both the Stanford University and UC Berkeley’s libraries … if I pay the $100 a year library card fee.

Next week, I’ll be making this purchase and beginning some research days in the East Bay at the University of my dreams. (I wanted to study German at Berkeley.) The access to the HISTORICAL library is enough for this writer to pony up some monies.

Would you pay for a specific library’s resources?

A Book Survey, II

A Book Survey, part 1

Part II

  1. Favorite genre of book? True crime. I’m fascinated by the minds of those who think they’ll get away with murder.
  2. Favorite biography? Clapton: The Biography by Broadway Books. I laughed, I cried, I still talk about a favorite story from his life. It’s a good (and easy!) read.
  3. Favorite cookbook? Alton Brown’s Everyday Cook is one of the best cookbooks I’ve ever used. I love seeing the science behind recipes, and Alton Brown’s hilarious writing only add to the amusement.
  4. Favorite poet? Oh, this is an interesting question. I have read a lot of Rumi’s poetry and love a lot of it. I’ve also read most of Emily Dickinson’s writing, too. I connect specifically with this Margaret Atwood’s You Fit Into Me poem, though.
  5. Favorite reading snack? Sweets, lemon bars, Skittles, pretzels, and always, a cup of coffee, too!
  6. pexels-photo.jpgMost inspirational book you’ve read this year? This year? None that I can think of. Leave me a suggestion if you’ve read an inspirational book this year!
  7. Name a case in which hype ruined your reading experience. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. This is one of my top five favorite books, until everyone read it and decided they needed to take every bit apart and compare it to how the Americans live now. I’m not way into that. I love the writing, the story behind the writing, and the “theology” of the situation … but I don’t actually want to connect it to what I’m truly living!
  8. How often do you agree with critics about a book? Depending on the book, I’m normally pretty close to their thoughts. I know that critics love Anna Karenina, but I hated it, so I don’t always agree.
  9. How do you feel about giving bad or negative reviews? If the book is poorly written or deserves a “bad” or “negative” review, I never feel poorly about writing it. I am tactful but honest, and sometimes author’s need to know that their stuff isn’t up to snuff!
  10. If you could read in a foreign language, which language would you choose? I have a degree in German, but it’s definitely not as fluid as it was in college, so I would love to be able to fluently read in auf Deutsch again. (I read Siddhartha by Herman Hesse in German the first time I read it. That was complicated.)