I started out the month with a bunch of old and dear friends at a "quilting retreat." I'm not sure how much retreating happens when this bunch gets together, especially since we forayed into the junk/antique shops the second day. I don't have any photos of actual quilting going on, but there was some work done.'
I do love to go in junk shops. They are as better than a museum for remembering my "days gone by".
I had skates similar to these, we skated all over our sidewalks and streets and I was always wishing for "boot skates."
My grandma had dishes something like these.
I don't know if Mom's frosted glasses where this pattern, but something like these.
Mom did have that measuring cup, it fact I believe she still uses it. We didn't have that collapsible cup, but other people did.
When I decided that the two-bell alarm clocks were too noisy and a pain in the neck to look after, I had one of these.
Our lunch boxes were a little nicer than this, but still metal.
My sister got her hair tangled in one of these. I didn't.
And I'm sure everybody's mom had this print of corning wear, if you are over 50, that is.
Even though I had a great time looking all over that store, I got tired before everyone else, so I went into the adjoining coffee shop and had one,
hot chocolate, that is.
From the quilting/junking trip I made a hop, skip and jump to my folks to celebrate my dad's 80th birthday.
Mom made a chocolate cake with White Mountain Frosting.
Then we ate it.
I couldn't think of a gift for my dad, so I gave him what he likes best, some of my time.
Ont of the best gifts in life, is the time you spend with your family,
On a final note, the only good thing about an eggplant is a photo.