Can't wait to blog about it. But first, I need some sleep...
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Platinum Blue
Look what I found!!!
I was at my sister in laws house a couple of weeks ago. She just moved down here from Connecticut and is renting this cute little house on the north side. Her landlord is this nice old guy. He recently moved in with his son. The family emptied out the house and took everything they wanted/needed. But they left a bunch of stuff in the garage. They told my sil they would come back to haul it off when they had time but in the meantime she could use anything she wanted. There are a few small pieces of furniture and shelves and shelves and shelves full of stuff. On my first glance into the garage these teacups caught my eye.
I loved that they were blue on the outside and white on the inside. And it is the prettiest, most perfect shade of blue. There was a stack of plates and bowls, a couple of serving pieces, a gravy boat. Then I noticed on the other side of the garage the tea pot. I really have no use for a tea pot but it was just so charming. I was smitten.
My sister in law told me to pack it up and take it home but I told her to check with her landlord before I hauled off the family's china. They told her I could have it! Yup. Have it. For zero dollars. So when my mother in law was visiting this week she washed it all and packed it up and brought it to me.
It's made by Taylor Smith & Taylor and is called Platinum Blue. I did a little research and it was manufactured in the 1950's.
The rundown: 8 dinner plates, 4 salad plates, 4 soup bowls, 7 bread plates, 4 dessert bowls, 9 saucers, 8 teacups, 1 teapot, 1 creamer.
There is also an oval serving platter, two serving bowls, and a lovely little gravy boat.
I love that it is blue on the inside. The creamer is a miniature version of it.
So I have 4 complete place settings. And I'm looking forward to searching out some more pieces. I really think I need the sugar bowl to complete the tea set. Who wants to come for tea?
I was at my sister in laws house a couple of weeks ago. She just moved down here from Connecticut and is renting this cute little house on the north side. Her landlord is this nice old guy. He recently moved in with his son. The family emptied out the house and took everything they wanted/needed. But they left a bunch of stuff in the garage. They told my sil they would come back to haul it off when they had time but in the meantime she could use anything she wanted. There are a few small pieces of furniture and shelves and shelves and shelves full of stuff. On my first glance into the garage these teacups caught my eye.
I loved that they were blue on the outside and white on the inside. And it is the prettiest, most perfect shade of blue. There was a stack of plates and bowls, a couple of serving pieces, a gravy boat. Then I noticed on the other side of the garage the tea pot. I really have no use for a tea pot but it was just so charming. I was smitten.
My sister in law told me to pack it up and take it home but I told her to check with her landlord before I hauled off the family's china. They told her I could have it! Yup. Have it. For zero dollars. So when my mother in law was visiting this week she washed it all and packed it up and brought it to me.
It's made by Taylor Smith & Taylor and is called Platinum Blue. I did a little research and it was manufactured in the 1950's.
The rundown: 8 dinner plates, 4 salad plates, 4 soup bowls, 7 bread plates, 4 dessert bowls, 9 saucers, 8 teacups, 1 teapot, 1 creamer.
There is also an oval serving platter, two serving bowls, and a lovely little gravy boat.
I love that it is blue on the inside. The creamer is a miniature version of it.
So I have 4 complete place settings. And I'm looking forward to searching out some more pieces. I really think I need the sugar bowl to complete the tea set. Who wants to come for tea?
Monday, February 6, 2012
Take Two
So yesterday's post didn't turn out like I expected. I was thinking about that first year we were married and looking around at my family room full of people. My people. People that I made. And I know how it happened but sometimes these people still take me surprise. Like, how do I have a son that is capable of growing a full mustache? And a daughter that wears make-up? And five children that can all take themselves to the bathroom?
So I started looking through old pictures on the computer. And decided I would post a couple from February's past. Then I started to type and something else came out of me. But I still want to post those pictures. Because these years really are flying by. My people are growing up. Every. Single. Day.
This one is from 2005. We had an ice storm.
This is what Cowboy looked like then. Squishy.
Rockstar in '06. I think this is the longest her hair has ever been. And we were about to cut it. She was 3.
2007 Two year old Cowboy snuggled in for a nap.
2009 These girls got bunk beds. Then decided they prefer to sleep together. Sisters are the best.
Baby in 2010. He still kind of looked like a baby.
2011 Caveman and Cowboy playing in huge amounts of Chicago snow.
So I started looking through old pictures on the computer. And decided I would post a couple from February's past. Then I started to type and something else came out of me. But I still want to post those pictures. Because these years really are flying by. My people are growing up. Every. Single. Day.
This one is from 2005. We had an ice storm.
This is what Cowboy looked like then. Squishy.
Rockstar in '06. I think this is the longest her hair has ever been. And we were about to cut it. She was 3.
2007 Two year old Cowboy snuggled in for a nap.
2009 These girls got bunk beds. Then decided they prefer to sleep together. Sisters are the best.
Baby in 2010. He still kind of looked like a baby.
2011 Caveman and Cowboy playing in huge amounts of Chicago snow.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
On This Day...
Matt and I were making super bowl plans the other day. Mostly deciding what to eat. I asked him if he remembered our first Super Bowl in North Carolina. He remembered who was playing. Who won. I remembered going to our good friends, the Bauer's, house and eating meatball subs. It was the first time I'd ever had a meatball sub. But what I remember most was what was on my mind. I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be expecting. I went to the clinic on the base the next day and my suspicions were confirmed. We were having a baby!
We talked about some other Super Bowls. Realized the last time we threw a party was in 2002. I was pregnant with our third child and going for an ultra sound the next day. We already knew she was a girl. I found out on my first visit. This was the routine 20 week check. Where they totally check the baby out, measure everything, give you a thousand pictures to stick on the fridge. But it was taking forever. And the tech kept checking and rechecking. Measuring and remeasuring. And there were so many pictures. Too many. We were told (and shown) that our baby girl had fluid in her abdomen. And quite possibly around her heart as well. We were given some weak explanations and a referral to a specialist the next day. Long story short (because that story really needs to be documented on it's own) baby girl was fine. But she taught her parents a lot in those few scary, uncertain days.
As we were getting ready to watch the game tonight, the kids were recalling last Super Bowl Sunday. We flew home from Chicago and the flights were wide open. Because who wants to be on an airplane during the Super Bowl? And I was thinking the kids will probably always remember that Chicago trip at Super Bowl time.
On this Super Bowl day we drove an hour to get to church. We attended the ward of one of Matt's brothers and his sister too. Matt had the opportunity to ordain his brother to the office of priest. He gave him a beautiful blessing. Typically, this is something that happens when young men are sixteen. But this brother stopped being interested in church when he was a teenager. He has recently had a change of heart.
It's interesting the different memories that we associate with different events in our life. Super Bowl Sunday is typically a fun evening, spent with family and friends. Good food. Good memories made. I hope what I remember about this day is that miracles happen, hearts can be softened, and prayers are always answered.
We talked about some other Super Bowls. Realized the last time we threw a party was in 2002. I was pregnant with our third child and going for an ultra sound the next day. We already knew she was a girl. I found out on my first visit. This was the routine 20 week check. Where they totally check the baby out, measure everything, give you a thousand pictures to stick on the fridge. But it was taking forever. And the tech kept checking and rechecking. Measuring and remeasuring. And there were so many pictures. Too many. We were told (and shown) that our baby girl had fluid in her abdomen. And quite possibly around her heart as well. We were given some weak explanations and a referral to a specialist the next day. Long story short (because that story really needs to be documented on it's own) baby girl was fine. But she taught her parents a lot in those few scary, uncertain days.
As we were getting ready to watch the game tonight, the kids were recalling last Super Bowl Sunday. We flew home from Chicago and the flights were wide open. Because who wants to be on an airplane during the Super Bowl? And I was thinking the kids will probably always remember that Chicago trip at Super Bowl time.
On this Super Bowl day we drove an hour to get to church. We attended the ward of one of Matt's brothers and his sister too. Matt had the opportunity to ordain his brother to the office of priest. He gave him a beautiful blessing. Typically, this is something that happens when young men are sixteen. But this brother stopped being interested in church when he was a teenager. He has recently had a change of heart.
It's interesting the different memories that we associate with different events in our life. Super Bowl Sunday is typically a fun evening, spent with family and friends. Good food. Good memories made. I hope what I remember about this day is that miracles happen, hearts can be softened, and prayers are always answered.
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