tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32592207474976668392024-02-07T22:03:29.942-08:00All Finds Of Thingsa non-operating system useful for identifying the thread of the narrative called LifeMs. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-69282169571299291062012-11-19T17:54:00.005-08:002012-11-19T17:57:42.936-08:00Wonderful Life and Organic String Beans
Picture: Earthbound Farm
Regrets?
Lately Richard Branson, a.k.a. Dr. Yes, was being interviewed and was asked if he had any regrets..
Paraphrasing, taking "creative license", he said basically that he would be a sorry person to not see that he has had anything but a nearly perfect, wonderful life. His advice concerning success said basically, 'Set your dreams further out than you Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-1969619047073759132012-11-05T18:47:00.000-08:002012-11-05T18:47:20.617-08:00They Were "Little Women"Until the little boy was born, they had thought of themselves as Little Women.
For many years, it had just been the girls, doing their best to thrive.
The first baby of the baby was a girl, but she was more like a sister to the sisters that were the Little Women. Her mother was nineteen when she was born and it was another twelve years later that the little boy was born.
The boy helped Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-9217584184585957802012-09-26T16:41:00.000-07:002012-09-26T16:41:19.203-07:00Congress Declares Sewing Machines PeopleButton, button...
A sewing machine is a person. It has a personality. It works for a living. It has heirs. It's family mourns it's illnesses, and grieves it's loss. It very often has a second and third life, if it has had a first life of love and proper nourishment... and doesn't get stolen...
Ms. SpoolTeacher's mother made all of their clothes while she and her two sisters were growing up.Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-40022599885546598652012-09-07T12:44:00.003-07:002012-09-07T12:44:42.174-07:00Due to the Lack of Due Diligence
Sew, 2nd Time Around always has a large collection of patterns for 50 cents each that she feels compelled to finger through each time she goes there!
This one, printed in the 70's got her attention. It looked like something that was basic and could be converted into a "Haute Handbag"...
When Ms. SpoolTeacher Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-41390340966954810572012-08-20T23:04:00.000-07:002012-09-10T21:12:32.025-07:00If We Fall In Love, We'll Get Married, he said
While she was considering a subject to expound about...another sunflower was doing what sunflowers do...reaching for the Sun
About 18 years or so ago, she had been working as a Design Homer for a big box store for about six months when a hotdog vendor set up camp just inside the main entry door that customers were funneled through (as well as workers required to enter through since there was aMs. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-77972894962069496742012-07-18T15:29:00.000-07:002012-07-18T15:38:21.478-07:00Flutterbies, Missing Fairies and Pink Polka Dot Grosgrain
Flutterbies. Bees. Lizards. Hummers. Ladybug beetles.
Things you want to see in the garden.
Little Red-Haired Girl is always welcome; although she does have a propensity to walk all over things, looking, presumably, for lizards or other edibles or things to chase...
Fairies might be found in here, none have been spotted yet; but it looks like a wonderland of sitting on leaves spots, with Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-15447792135063747972012-07-05T19:12:00.000-07:002012-07-05T19:12:44.816-07:00Strawberries, Cherries and An Angel's Kiss In SpringFood security.
If you grow your own, you gain a little independence from the big M. If we all do it, we can really leave an impression.
A hummingbird was visiting these pretty pink flowers yesterday.
Lizards are everywhere. Pretty turquoise ones too. Big fat guys that have probably been around a couple of seasons fattening up on bugs.
There was a lone lady bug beetle on the prowl, her Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-41503862936236091202012-07-03T23:03:00.000-07:002012-07-04T15:25:51.899-07:00America The Beautiful
Happy Birthday America.
All the more reason to want to stay, problems to solve.
Running never does anyone any good. Nor avoidance, nor denial.
Head on. Hit it with your best shot.
Bird in the trees.
Beautiful skies.
Dreams of things to do with soda pop cans.
A Quonset Hut laying in wait of a designers twisty dream.
Pallet idea of ways to buildMs. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-9127023301260361862012-06-25T23:36:00.000-07:002012-06-25T23:37:48.356-07:00The Year She Wasn't Sixty YetSo it started like this...
What is it about the day of our birth, that we seem to want to recognize?
In the beginning...
The beginning of all that has happened since then.
Ms. SpoolTeacher has trouble processing very much emotion; so, she didn't notate her birthdate on Facebook.
Happy Birthday.
"Liked"
Thank you.
Hope you're having a great day.
"Liked"
Thank you.
Hope you're doing Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-32427645580972515852012-06-21T01:57:00.002-07:002012-06-21T02:14:05.612-07:002nd Chances (or Getting Your Quails In a Row and Rightside Up)
Summer Solstice.
Many people complain of the heat, "The Dog Days", but Ms. SpoolTeacher loves the Desert. There are plenty enough cold days, many more than she likes and far too little sunlight, (which turn her into a sloth) during Winter.
Long warm days and lots of dirt. Sweat? It works like an evaporator cooler if you sit in front of a fan.
Today she didn't have any jobs outside of Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-52367495752082655642012-06-18T14:42:00.000-07:002012-06-18T14:44:16.341-07:00Picket Fence White or Happy Late Father's Day Mom
<This story begins here.
Ms. SpoolTeacher has such a hard time making herself do the things she has to do to make money.
She would much rather be slathering paint on an old piece of furniture or one of the walls of her "Castle".
Because she doesn't like to work at a J.O.B.B. so much, she tries to be very frugal and use what she already has on hand.
(for every $10 she spends, she remembersMs. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-8760047861531432132012-06-11T13:40:00.002-07:002012-06-11T13:43:07.050-07:00Two Lane HighwayWhen Ms. SpoolTeacher was about sixteen, her older sister got her a job at Der Wienerschnitzel (and in those days it was Der).
By that time, she already had a driver's license and a beat up old Chevy Two that she adored.
It was a box, but it got her to wherever she wanted to go, alone, without begging Mom to drive the Rambler.
A few years later, it started looking ever more like a Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-89633425214116971092012-05-31T23:42:00.000-07:002012-06-01T09:13:43.054-07:00A Penny For Your Thoughts
When Ms. SpoolTeacher was a just a little latchkey kid young girl, she and her sisters and all of their friends had the pleasure of no such thing as electronic gadgets and would just roam the neighborhood on their bikes or bare feet.
(There was that one Christmas when they got tape recorders, but that only kept its fascination until the newness wore off; then back to bikes and bare feetMs. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-39572614396226730812012-05-21T11:49:00.001-07:002012-05-28T14:51:16.410-07:00Every Now And Then
Sunday morning, first thing church.
Good news about not holding on and letting go. Transformation. And then a wonderful time of fellowship during Pot Blessed.
Oh, that Ms. SpoolTeacher was any good at cooking and maybe not a vegetarian?.
She'd better stick with baby shoes, those she knows.
Sunday is usually sanctioned for rest; but since so many of the weeks days had altered Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-46197853786348777472012-05-16T11:32:00.001-07:002012-05-16T20:01:17.866-07:00Going To The Big House
For about twenty years, Ms. SpoolTeacher lived in a little tiny apartment that was about twenty by twenty feet.
She was very active at the time working, of course, at a real job.
She spent a lot of time out with friends too and lots of time out helping her mother, about fifteen miles from where her little tiny nest was.
Right before she left home at nineteen, her mother started a fall into Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-4053877113241885342012-04-26T20:40:00.000-07:002012-04-26T20:40:40.736-07:00The Games People Play
Ms. SpoolTeacher's friend, who cannot hear a thing, ever, (especially when she hears a noise in the engine), said, "You have to change that oil. That noise, can't you hear that noise? That's the noise of thin oil", he said.
Of course, it was just about three months or so ago that she had the oil changed at one of those places where "Boys" work and while they were bringing it down off the Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-47696611802194505842012-04-16T22:51:00.001-07:002012-04-17T14:51:59.408-07:00She Can't Control Her LickerNo appointments for housekeeping, no pants to hem, and the weather a wonderful perfect temperature and atmosphere; (degrees you ask...that is a guy thing, she just knew it was a perfect day), it was a wonderful day to do yard work...
The "south forty" has been being neglected and is really the better spot to set up more raised beds.
Ms. SpoolTeacher has visions of an organic food haven, even Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-78302612358401754132012-04-12T01:01:00.001-07:002012-04-12T01:34:24.799-07:00Fabric Tsunami Hits Ms. SpoolTeacher's House"Warning, When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple"
Storm Warning: A fabric tsunami hits Ms. SpoolTeacher's house in a little town in South Eastern Arizona. Look out, it may be coming to your house soon. She's not taking special orders. One of a kind, what ya see's is what's ya gitz! (in other words, no more trying to read people's minds)
Three or four or five years or so ago, she got the Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-87855401208066211172012-04-07T20:21:00.000-07:002012-04-07T20:21:06.227-07:00Sundays And Easters Gone ByWe must have come from church this day. We're all dressed up in dresses.
Usually our mother was behind the camera. If she wasn't behind the camera, she was behind a sewing machine. All of the clothes on the three of us were hand-made by her. The dress she is wearing, I don't recognize.
Either before or after the camera shop, we would most definitely have been or going to the House of Fabrics, Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-71135980312320371112012-04-04T19:00:00.000-07:002012-04-04T19:00:02.455-07:00She Looks A Little NakedLittle Red-Haired Girl was clipped with scissors not long ago with the ultimate goal to bathe her and run the electric sheers through what was left of her hair.
So, here she is as a ragamuffin, pre-bath/sheers. In her groove, she is.
She finally got a bath and I decided not to traumatize her right away with the sheers so waited another week.
Finally, I thought she could handle it.
I stood her up Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-82789967879206499302012-04-02T18:13:00.000-07:002012-04-02T18:13:16.613-07:00Happy Birthday, Angie Boog...My, how time does fly...
Here you are waiting in your Mama's tummy, Daddy eating a hamburger; we were all so looking forward to you.
It wasn't long before you arrived, much to our delight.
I babysat you one night not long after you'd arrived...I hovered over the crib all night, watching you breath, afraid you'd stop.
You looked like an angel.
Your Mama would buggy you over to my little house and Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-81939531234567412732012-03-30T11:29:00.001-07:002012-03-30T20:52:21.880-07:00Dragonfly HelicopterShe was about five, living in a little cracker box house with her mother, two sisters, sometimes a father and Susie their kitty with a box of her kittens. The louvered windows let in way too much cold and bugs and the asphalt tile floors had to be scattered with braided rugs and other rugs to keep their feet from freezing during the mild, but cold enough winters of Southern California. The three Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-75432128067970314052012-03-26T22:10:00.001-07:002012-03-26T22:21:32.468-07:00Sometimes I Miss CaliforniaMy sisters are both in Texas now, but we all grew up in California.
This picture is in the late 50's in a house we rented. Our father was with us there, at least from time to time. The details are vague. He was a military man, so was off on detail here and there much of the time; but I believe he was taking the picture here.
The "Stoop" we are all sitting on seemed like a mountain to us Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-18437075669155620232012-03-24T20:20:00.000-07:002012-03-24T20:20:29.139-07:00There's No Place Like HomeThe day was beautiful, all the way through from beginning to end... weather, scenery, pace and company..
The color purple...in just the right proportion..Tertiary colors, (a triadic color scheme); purple green and orange.
Little babies on all of the fruit trees..I think this is the peach...
Beautiful trees, the sun coming through their leaves..
Chris, cross...a high wire act...
Little Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3259220747497666839.post-16442328253679870842012-03-21T17:49:00.002-07:002012-03-21T21:27:59.109-07:00Partly Staged, Rosemary and TimeIt was a work day today. Tongue in cheek I say that because when I go to My Favorite Lady's house, we play at working.
At some point, she said, "This is what you like to do, isn't it."
I said, "I could do this all day every day and not get tired." (Except for achy, breaky bones and body afterwards, anyway).
We started out playing make-up. She had had me bring her an eyebrow pencil and as girls Ms. SpoolTeacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04537954314952909583noreply@blogger.com0