My mom's best friend was widowed almost 2 years ago. She has been very lonely. She has always had dogs, but recently lost her sweet little poodle to old age. I have been involved in animal rescue for years, so she asked me to help her find a new companion. I located a sweet little chihuahua named Samantha. Her mom went to live in a care home and was not able to take Samantha with her. Samantha was lonely and looking for companionship. A perfect match for my mom's friend, Margaret. Samantha is a beautiful 8 year old long-hair chihuahua. I went to meet her and she was absolutely darling. A little chubby (aren't we all), very quiet and low energy. And very very affectionate. Took Miss Sammie home with me on Friday evening. She was a bit overwhelmed by my pack (who wouldn't be), but settled in nicely. Mr. Popeye attempted to be a bit romantic with Miss Sammie, so I had to have a talking with him. Who would have thought that a three-legged, 3 lb chi could get his groove on??? Miss Sammie survived my crazy house and we took her over to Margaret on Sunday morning. It was truly a match made in heaven. Margaret was waiting for us and ran outside when we drove up. She just scooped Sammie up, held her close and gave her a sweet kiss on her head. Sammie loved her right back. I think Margaret is not going to be lonely any more.
Friday, May 21, 2010
This past weekend my Mom and Sister came over for a visit. We decided we needed to hit the local antique/junk stores. My friend Debra has a great thrift store called Thrifty Treasures. My sister found some great linens that she is going to use in her quilt making. I found my passion - shoes. Now everyone who knows me wonders why I have a shoe passion. Because I have ugly feet. I mean really really really ugly feet. And they are hard to fit feet also. I cannot wear open toe pretty shoes. I cannot wear high shoes. Basically I get ugly closed flat shoes. Although I do have one pair of three inch closed toe mules that I am wearing today. Not sure why, because after 10 minutes they kill me. But they make me feel pretty and they actually fit my very very very ugly feet. I used to go for pedicures and try to make my feet pretty. But the pedicurist brought over all the other pedicurist to look at my feet, and they giggled and pointed. I can only take so much abuse. Even my family does not like my feet. The dogs like my feet, but I am not sure that is saying much because they also like horse poop, their own poop, and basically anything disgusting. Well enough about the feet. What I found at the thrift store was the most adorable baby shoes and ballet shoes. I saw them across the room and the heavens opened. I ran full speed. I might have even knocked someone over to get to them. The sweetest tiniest pair of little white patent leather Mary Janes. A pair of well worn tiny ballet slippers. I held them and wondered what the sweet little ballerina looked like that wore these treasures. My mom came over and told me that I had almost the exact same little Mary Janes when I was a baby. Oh my gosh, you mean at one time my feet were tiny and sweet??? Really, are you sure?
Friday, May 14, 2010
She wore red velvet. Or at least her loveseat did. I have been looking for the perfect extra seating for quite a while. I have the perfect spot right across from my new china cabinet. Found a fantastic leather chair and ottoman, but it was too big for the space. Put a wonderful old bench that I found on the horsetrail there, and piled it high with my quilts, but it was not quite right. So off I go a hunting. Went to all my favorite thrift and antique stores. Nothing. Off to my favorite spot in cyberspace. Craigslist. There it was. Just the right size, and oh so pretty. With delicate turned legs and the most perfect faded red. Hubs and I jumped in the pickup and headed out to pick her up. She was even more pefect in person. So soft and sweet. Her original owner had passed the year before and her daughter was finally settling her estate. I told the daughter that I would love her and she was going to a good home. She smiled and said her mom would be happy. I promise I will take very good care of her. I have named her Vintage Rose.