Caturday!

 

Quote of the Day

 

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A moon-flooded prairie; a straying
Of leal-hearted lovers; a baying
Of far-away watching dogs; a dreaming
Of brown-fisted farmers; a gleaming
Of fireflies eddying nigh - 
And that is July! ~ James N. Matthews

Grrrsday

 

Vintage Crafting - A Hot Mat from 1951

 This ... interesting little craft from the February, 1951 issue of Workbasket magazine falls in the category of "we can't do it anymore."  Separate rubber canning rings haven't been a thing for at least forty years, if not longer.  I wonder what you could substitute?

Brothers And Sisters, I Bid You Beware Of Giving Your Heart To A Dog To Tear

 

He was fifteen years old, which is a good long life for a German Shepherd.  Just not long enough.

Grrrsday

 

(#2, especially this weekend.  It is just too damned hot).

Quote Of The Day

 

I'm afraid I found this unbearably accurate last month.

Grrrsday

 

I Blame The Democrats

 

I've come down with prickly heat.

Caturday!

 

Quote of the Day

 

Grrrsday

 

Vintage Sewing: Some Muslin Lingerie from 1910

 

From Harper's Handy-book for Girls, a project considered suitable for girls (especially those who might someday have to sew their own undergarments).  The book can be found online.  

A Brief Hiatus

 

Headed to Seattle to celebrate #2 Brother's #1 son retiring from the Air Force this weekend.  Time is fleeting, etc etc.

Caturday!

 

Quote of the Day

 

Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things. ~ Terry Pratchett

Grrrsday

 

Children's Crafts - "Fanciful Felt Bookmarks" from 1960

 

From McCalls Golden Do-it Book, 1960.  Left-click to enlarge, or go to the copy on the Internet Archive.

Dig that smug-looking cat.

Vintage Holidays - Flag Day

 

copyright-free image from the Graphics Fairy

Caturday!

 

In other news, Minnie went missing Wednesday night - I was afraid she had bolted out the back door while we were running the hose out into the back yard.  Turns out she was hiding in the storage room under the porch.

She appeared this morning long enough to let me see what a terrible human she thinks I am, and went back into the storage room.