<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012</id><updated>2012-02-11T13:24:39.805-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Idyllhours</title><subtitle type='html'>Idyllhours</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>614</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5099751214115722885</id><published>2012-02-08T08:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:39:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nothin' Says Lovin"...</title><content type='html'>"Like somethin' from the oven"...  I love to bake from scratch...  that way, I know that what we eat is healthy and good for us... no yucky preservatives or chemicals...  no icky additives or  artificial anything that you can't even pronounce the names of...  plus, homebaked just tastes sooo much better too!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vallt39qdq8/TzKKrUFbw9I/AAAAAAAALTU/AJD3K_Xhjas/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01097a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vallt39qdq8/TzKKrUFbw9I/AAAAAAAALTU/AJD3K_Xhjas/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01097a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706776154562347986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always grab my favorite apron...  a vintage Layton Sugar Company sugar sack turned into a beautiful apron by my friend Kelly at &lt;a href="http://www.farmsteadlifestyle.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html"&gt;Farmstead Lifestyle&lt;/a&gt; I ordered last year...  Kelly bought the old, old sacks at a flea market back east some years ago where she lives and decided they would make cute aprons...  when I saw it on her blog, I had to have one, as the old Layton Sugar Company was just a mere ten minutes drive to the north of me... I did some research for Kelly about the company and  it turns out the sugar beet seeds and heavy equipment arrived by riverboat in Leavenworth, Kansas... the same little town she had a cafe in at the time, then carried by 52 ox teams across the plains to Utah...  I love what Kelly had to say about this, that my little sugar sack, now a beautiful apron, had come full circle!...  below is a photo of the old sugar company circa 1936...  so sad, no longer standing... (photo graciously sent to me by the Utah State Historical Society)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNEd-aOrx_w/TzKPo6BdE4I/AAAAAAAALTg/XmCyp5e_zn8/s1600/getimage.exe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SNEd-aOrx_w/TzKPo6BdE4I/AAAAAAAALTg/XmCyp5e_zn8/s400/getimage.exe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706781610764735362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HKIm68xP5U/TzKKlmNZKHI/AAAAAAAALTI/iZ4zn1kDWpc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01101a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HKIm68xP5U/TzKKlmNZKHI/AAAAAAAALTI/iZ4zn1kDWpc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01101a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706776056348354674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like most everything else I love, I cherish my old family cookbooks...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKpjd1w5LvQ/TzKKcddbVnI/AAAAAAAALS8/UHPx_yuiHhA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01097a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKXoVJ52Xzs/TzKKYK9qDMI/AAAAAAAALSw/9OexnnJ9jbw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01099a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKXoVJ52Xzs/TzKKYK9qDMI/AAAAAAAALSw/9OexnnJ9jbw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01099a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706775825696296130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one I reach for most often is the very same one my mama did her entire life, the old blue "Joy of Cooking"...  I have the newer versions as well...  but my heart always leads me to the old tattered one...  the one with little notes handwritten in it here and there...  and pages stained with perchance a drop of vanilla or a bit of butter many many years ago...  making it all the more priceless to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQjR4M6HF2c/TzKKQq3gYjI/AAAAAAAALSk/NfcHWxIPBW8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01106a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQjR4M6HF2c/TzKKQq3gYjI/AAAAAAAALSk/NfcHWxIPBW8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01106a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706775696821477938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I  am baking my favorite muffins, plain and simple but oh!... so delicious!...  especially with some Prairie honey on them, or my homemade black raspberry jam from last Summer... there are many variations you can make from the basic recipe, but today the rich goodness of a plain muffin sounds delightful... my favorite vintage muffin tin and I am ready to go!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnsvg0Giavo/TzKKLgFNMHI/AAAAAAAALSY/CY-Whmt0MIA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01102a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnsvg0Giavo/TzKKLgFNMHI/AAAAAAAALSY/CY-Whmt0MIA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01102a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706775608026804338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the recipe exactly as it was written so many years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sift before measuring:&lt;br /&gt;2 cups cake flour or 1 3/4 cups bread flour&lt;br /&gt;Resift with:&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon tartrate or phosphate baking powder&lt;br /&gt;Beat in a separate bowl:&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;Combine and add:&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons melted butter&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stir the liquid quickly into the dry ingredients, taking only 15 to 20 seconds in which to do it.  Make no attempt to stir or beat out the lumps.  Ignore them. Unnecessary handling of the batter results in tough muffins.  Pour the batter at once into greased tins or paper baking cups.  Fill them to about 1/3 full.  Bake the muffins from 15 to 20 minutes in a hot oven 425 degrees.  Remove them at once from the tins.  Makes about 24 two inch muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, go bake some lovin' from the oven and have a most beautiful day!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5099751214115722885?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5099751214115722885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5099751214115722885' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5099751214115722885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5099751214115722885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/02/nothin-says-lovin.html' title='&quot;Nothin&apos; Says Lovin&quot;...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vallt39qdq8/TzKKrUFbw9I/AAAAAAAALTU/AJD3K_Xhjas/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01097a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6183369061961197669</id><published>2012-02-07T13:20:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:15:52.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Confused About What Steps to Take With Your  Followers???...</title><content type='html'>There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much confusion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;~information out there about Blogger Followers going away... it is NOT...  please visit my previous post and wish sweet Tessy a Happy Birthday today, and I have also attached some info right from Blogger regarding the changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUmpqwMG-AA/TzGUMRWEnTI/AAAAAAAALSM/hoWdOJtJc9k/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00148ab1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUmpqwMG-AA/TzGUMRWEnTI/AAAAAAAALSM/hoWdOJtJc9k/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00148ab1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706505141390449970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it will clear things up...  also, I have attached "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Linky&lt;/span&gt;" on my sidebar for those who do not use Blogger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Typepad&lt;/span&gt;, etc, to follow me on...  it seems to be the easiest, simplest and most user~friendly...  and you don't have to lose your Blogger Followers by adding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Linky&lt;/span&gt;... you can follow through both... it also does not post your personal info all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;...where you will if you change to Google+  ...the previous post pretty much answers all questions...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6183369061961197669?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6183369061961197669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6183369061961197669' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6183369061961197669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6183369061961197669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/02/are-you-confused-about-what-steps-to.html' title='Are You Confused About What Steps to Take With Your  Followers???...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zUmpqwMG-AA/TzGUMRWEnTI/AAAAAAAALSM/hoWdOJtJc9k/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00148ab1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5716926196948911418</id><published>2012-02-07T07:29:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:12:15.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tessy!...  and Blogger Followers is NOT Going Away!...</title><content type='html'>Looking for unconditional love?... give a homeless animal a wonderful forever home... yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8JAJH1voM7Q/TzE0ASgU_MI/AAAAAAAALRo/LQwQnd44j5Y/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00446t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8JAJH1voM7Q/TzE0ASgU_MI/AAAAAAAALRo/LQwQnd44j5Y/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00446t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706399382427204802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A year ago Tessy found out what the good life is all about... and so did we... it was then her life truly  began...  Happy Birthday precious little girl!...  we love you!...  doggie kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, due to sooo much confusion out there, I am also attaching some info I copied right from Bloggers own site...  hopefully this will answer some of your questions about switching to Google+.  I don't like the whole idea of Google+ as I do not want to be connected to Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest or any of the other places it will connect you.  Also, Blogger Followers is NOT going away if you use Blogger.  I have added "Linky" for those who wish to follow me and are not on Blogger, ie, TypePad, etc.  Hope this helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="layout" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="content new-ui"&gt;&lt;div class="inner_content "&gt;&lt;div id="page-content"&gt;&lt;div class="article_content article-content-1375600" id="article-content-div"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How do I switch to a Google+ profile?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you already have a public &lt;a href="http://profiles.google.com/"&gt;Google+ profile&lt;/a&gt;, you can click the gear icon at the top of your Dashboard and select "Connect to Google+," or visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/switch-profile.g"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to start the switching process.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Why would I want to switch to a Google+ profile?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Linking your blogs to your Google+ profile is a way to maintain one  identity across the web, and you’ll have one less profile to manage and  update. On your Google+ profile, you can link to your other online  content in addition to blogs, which makes it easier for others to  discover what you’ve produced on the web.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Keep in mind that this switch is completely optional - it’s perfectly  okay to continue using your Blogger profile on your Blogger blogs. This  option is only for those who feel comfortable associating their Google+  profile with their blogs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What happens when I switch to a Google+ profile?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Information on your blog previously based on your Blogger profile,  such as your display name and your photo, will reflect the information  from your Google+ profile. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In places where your display name appears, your name on Google+  profile will begin to appear once you’ve made the switch. However, any  comments you’ve made before the switch will continue to show your  Blogger display name. All instances of your name on feeds, your Blogger  profile gadget, new comments, and instances of your Blogger display name  on past comments will link to your Google+ Profile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;How will I control my Google+ profile privacy settings?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;You control your profile privacy settings and make all edits through  Google+, and its settings will override any profile preferences made in  Blogger before switching.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although you can set various privacy settings for specific fields of  information, your real name and photo (should you choose to upload one)  will be publicly available on Google+. If you blog under a pseudonym and  do not want your blog to be associated with your real name, you should  not migrate from a Blogger profile to a Google+ profile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Is associating my blog with my real name mandatory?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;No, associating your blog with your real name is not mandatory. The  option to link the two should only be done by those who want to  associate their real-world identity with their blogs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Can I use a different Google+ profile for different blogs?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just as you only had one Blogger profile for all your blogs, you can  only have one Google+ profile for them. This remains consistent with the  purpose of Google+, which is to help you keep one identity across the  web. However, if you have more than one Google Account, you can &lt;a href="http://support.google.com/blogger/bin/answer.py?hl=en&amp;amp;answer=41448"&gt;move a blog between accounts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;When I switch to a Google+ profile, what happens to my Blogger profile?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your Blogger profile will become unavailable for visitors, and everyone will be redirected to your Google+ profile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I have lots of information on my Blogger profile. Will those be added onto my Google+ profile automatically?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Information won’t be transferred automatically. You choose what you’d like to move over to your new Google+ profile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Which blogs will this switch affect?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;The profile switch will affect all blogs you can contribute to,  including multiple-author blogs. To see all the blogs affected, check  the list on your dashboard, making sure to include any blogs that may be  hidden by clicking “Show all.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;If I switch to a Google+ profile and change my mind, can I switch back?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, you can always &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/revert-profile.g"&gt;revert to your Blogger profile&lt;/a&gt;. 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I always love planning what I want to add to my own fairy garden each Spring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSQkPRV9oKs/Ty291t9O82I/AAAAAAAALN4/yljX1nXI8t4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01082f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSQkPRV9oKs/Ty291t9O82I/AAAAAAAALN4/yljX1nXI8t4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01082f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705425033515430754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A dream is a wish your heart makes"...  I shall dream of the flower~fairies as I post in my garden journal my wish~list of flowers I will plant this Spring...  especially for them... I post often about the flower~fairies...  if you wish to be spirited away to those posts, just enter "flower fairies" in the search box on the top of my blog... and they will take you there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjoS4Rb0DAw/Ty29uMghorI/AAAAAAAALNs/Mf78c1crGzM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01085f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjoS4Rb0DAw/Ty29uMghorI/AAAAAAAALNs/Mf78c1crGzM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01085f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705424904277566130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The word fairy is derived from the old  French word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faie&lt;/span&gt;" which described the folklore and romance of these wee folk... it is also spelled "faerie" or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feerie&lt;/span&gt;", but I have always spelled it "fairy" as Cicely Mary Barker did, who I have found to be the ultimate authority on flower~fairies...   The flower~fairies are elusive little creatures... and they love to tease!...  oft times, you will find a special little treasure they have left for you...  a token of their affection...  today, I received just such a treasure...  a beautiful flower~fairy, made especially for me by my dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.dawnscraft.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;...  and surely spirited here to me by the flower~fairies themselves... Merci Dawn!... and you too precious little flower~fairies!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWtmv63ECGs/Ty29nXE5YDI/AAAAAAAALNg/Zkff_P55aDk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01074f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hWtmv63ECGs/Ty29nXE5YDI/AAAAAAAALNg/Zkff_P55aDk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01074f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705424786855387186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My home is filled with the enchantment as well... I collect books about these adorable little sprites... many of which were written by Cicely Mary Barker, my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LxV0SKgNpMs/Ty29fTKuzVI/AAAAAAAALNU/wotw4-mM9y8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01067f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LxV0SKgNpMs/Ty29fTKuzVI/AAAAAAAALNU/wotw4-mM9y8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01067f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705424648367164754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How fun to read the beautiful stories and poems she wrote so very long ago... to know what flowers are their favorites, and the meanings behind them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-QDQ9k7Z44/Ty29Zj2L2AI/AAAAAAAALNI/w7KsVscP3MY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01072f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-QDQ9k7Z44/Ty29Zj2L2AI/AAAAAAAALNI/w7KsVscP3MY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01072f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705424549765175298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Planting a fairy garden is really quite simple...  there is just one thing you simply must do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqbvVKLIV-U/Ty29JjAK9II/AAAAAAAALM8/6Ydw2_ExEJM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00366ff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqbvVKLIV-U/Ty29JjAK9II/AAAAAAAALM8/6Ydw2_ExEJM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00366ff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705424274660717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember, you do not need to see them to believe in them...  you need to BELIEVE in them to see them... I believe...  do you?...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where are the fairies?&lt;br /&gt;Where can we find them?&lt;br /&gt;We've seen the fairy~rings&lt;br /&gt;They leave behind them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they have danced all night,&lt;br /&gt;Where do they go?&lt;br /&gt;Lark, in the sky above,&lt;br /&gt;Say, do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a secret&lt;br /&gt;No one is telling?&lt;br /&gt;Why, in your garden&lt;br /&gt;Surely they're dwelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for journeying,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking afar,&lt;br /&gt;Where there are flowers,&lt;br /&gt;There fairies are!" ~Cicely Mary Barker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-7701196085045054423?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/7701196085045054423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=7701196085045054423' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7701196085045054423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7701196085045054423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/02/planting-flower-fairy-garden.html' title='Planting a Flower~Fairy Garden...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dSQkPRV9oKs/Ty291t9O82I/AAAAAAAALN4/yljX1nXI8t4/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01082f.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-864529621764132505</id><published>2012-02-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:34:08.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons...</title><content type='html'>Soon my favorite barn down the lane and around the bend will go from looking like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr46fjkHXgg/Tywncfmxh1I/AAAAAAAALMM/8gUdQ0P7Fvk/s1600/IMG_9281b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr46fjkHXgg/Tywncfmxh1I/AAAAAAAALMM/8gUdQ0P7Fvk/s400/IMG_9281b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704978198445524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0T1mShO4hk/TywmN2N9ycI/AAAAAAAALMA/ddIKLM22vFQ/s1600/IMG_3419ab.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O0T1mShO4hk/TywmN2N9ycI/AAAAAAAALMA/ddIKLM22vFQ/s400/IMG_3419ab.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704976847305820610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Spring approaches our beautiful countryside and Mother Nature paints the landscape in the freshness of the earths renewal...  I can hardly wait!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-864529621764132505?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/864529621764132505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=864529621764132505' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/864529621764132505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/864529621764132505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/02/seasons.html' title='Seasons...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr46fjkHXgg/Tywncfmxh1I/AAAAAAAALMM/8gUdQ0P7Fvk/s72-c/IMG_9281b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8846847796075631153</id><published>2012-02-02T18:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T15:42:01.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Calling in Life...</title><content type='html'>In less than a week, it will have been one whole year since our precious Tessy came into our lives...  lost and abandoned, running the streets...  I truly believe she was Heaven sent...  meant to find us... and her forever home...  we celebrate that day as her birthday and she can't wait for her party next week!...  today on our Nature walk, Jack and I found another little soul...  lost...  running the streets... almost getting hit...  it took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of coaxing, but he finally came to me... I held onto him tight and hugged him...  talking to him quietly and reassuringly...  I told him I would let no harm come to him... I have no fear of animals of any kind...and will do whatever it takes to rescue them...  I do believe I have a way with them...  a very wise man once told me animals and Nature love me...  the feeling is mutual... I  have rescued literally hundreds of God's precious little creatures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; my life... dogs, cats, birds, squirrels... even a coyote one time... no brag, just fact... in just a few minutes, this little guy and I had bonded and he put his trust in me...  I gently stroked his head until he let me look at the tags on his collar...  thank goodness there was a phone number!...  I excitedly called the number but no answer...  you can guess where the story goes from there...  me, Jack and "Bones" began walking back to my home...  a feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt; came over me...  was "Bones" meant to find us...  like Tessy did?...  I always want to find the owners...  unless they are jerks like Tessy's were and don't pass my interrogation process...  then I don't give them back... my cell phone rang...  when I answered a breathless woman at the other end asked if I had just called her...  yes I told her... and asked if she was missing her dog...  she was frantic and had been looking for him for hours...  he had escaped from her backyard where a portion of fence had fallen down... I told her we would wait right where we were, and she arrived quickly...  Bones jumped up and down in excitement when he saw her...  no need for interrogation this time... her love for him was obvious...  and she was in tears...  I will sleep well tonight knowing Bones will too...  Tessy "almost" had a brother...  is that a face you just want to kiss???... (Bones, not mine!... and Bones' head is not really that big (and neither is mine)...  it's a funny angle Jack took the photo from as I was crouching down with this sweet pup)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9PJfGVH6Is/Tys3a_P73LI/AAAAAAAALLc/_BOiE1cPg5o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01026b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9PJfGVH6Is/Tys3a_P73LI/AAAAAAAALLc/_BOiE1cPg5o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01026b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704714289789263026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Bones left with his mama. "Charlie" the kitty came running over to see us...  we call Charlie a "time~share" cat, as he actually has a home, but spends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of his time inside another house with the neighbors close to his own... Charlie was lost and abandoned  once as well...  down in the fields on a trail by some train tracks, hungry and skinny and scared...  until the nice lady who he owns now found him on her walk on that trail  and took him home...  we chat with her often... she has two other "saves" as well...  I love people who rescue animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt_URgz4t8c/Tys3VCXMH-I/AAAAAAAALLQ/v6cxiwdcv3Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01024c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zt_URgz4t8c/Tys3VCXMH-I/AAAAAAAALLQ/v6cxiwdcv3Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01024c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704714187545780194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love stories that end "and they all lived happily ever after"...  don't you?...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8846847796075631153?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8846847796075631153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8846847796075631153' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8846847796075631153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8846847796075631153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-calling-in-life.html' title='My Calling in Life...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F9PJfGVH6Is/Tys3a_P73LI/AAAAAAAALLc/_BOiE1cPg5o/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01026b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5921545270025094405</id><published>2012-01-29T15:55:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:25:07.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning in the Country...</title><content type='html'>I love my little rural town, a small strip of land nestled between our beautiful mountains to the east and the Great Salt Lake to the west,  and cannot imagine living anywhere else...  bright lights and big cities are just not my thing... I always get up early...  mornings are my favorite time of the day...   I throw on my favorite jeans and a flannel shirt, as the weather is still quite cold today...  I put Tessy's fleece on her and we head for the trail...  she is as anxious as I am to see what is happening outside in the early morning dawn... as we head down the trail, Tessy points out five beautiful deer heading back towards the old farm down the lane...  they glance back and  eye us cautiously as I softly call out good morning to them... they sense I would  never harm them...  I love all of God's precious little creatures and I know they can tell that... they saunter slowly back into the field... it is still too dark to take their picture and a flash might startle them... so I put my camera back into my pocket...  somewhere close by, we hear the hooting of an owl...  a neighbor around the bend has built a beautiful owl box in his largest tree for them... perhaps they are just settling in from being out all night...  I love the sounds of Nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqMmMBFHq44/TyXC_y0ge8I/AAAAAAAALIQ/qSsdxYlL8Xs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00877ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqMmMBFHq44/TyXC_y0ge8I/AAAAAAAALIQ/qSsdxYlL8Xs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00877ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703178904364153794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessy and I head back home and once inside,  I remember there is one piece of apple pie left in the fridge...  hmmm...  Jack is still asleep...  around here, it is every man, woman and child (or dog) for themselves when it comes to the last piece of my homemade apple pie...  I decide to go for  it and make myself a cup of coffee... it tastes sooo yummy...  I do make a delicious apple pie if I say so myself...  I think even Aunt Bea in Mayberry would be proud of me!...  Tessy  decides to go back to sleep, so I am left alone in my early morning solitude...  I write in my Nature journal about the deer... I keep many journals...  one for Nature, a garden journal and a journal journal (besides my blog)... I update my wish list in my garden journal for plants I want to buy this year for my cottage garden... I am anxious for Spring... the sun is just starting to come up above the crest of our gorgeous mountains just to the east of us...  it promises to be a beautiful day today despite the fact that it is still cold...  I linger over my coffee a while longer (the pie is long gone now)...  and daydream a bit... of Spring and all of the pleasures it brings to my little countryside I call home...  soon, my windows shall be open all night... and I will listen to the chorus of crickets outside our bedroom window... and the nightly song of the bullfrogs in the pond down the lane... the not too distant whistle of a train as it makes its way through the farmland to the west along the shores of the Great Salt Lake... soon the fields of brown will turn to green as the earth renews itself... and I do too... now, it is time to start my chores for the day...  better wash that  pie plate and put it away  first thing!...(can't let Jack  find any evidence of my early morning raid, you know)... wishing you a beautiful, peaceful  day wherever you call home...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5921545270025094405?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5921545270025094405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5921545270025094405' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5921545270025094405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5921545270025094405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/early-morning-in-country.html' title='Early Morning in the Country...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NqMmMBFHq44/TyXC_y0ge8I/AAAAAAAALIQ/qSsdxYlL8Xs/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00877ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6292284196642367157</id><published>2012-01-27T09:19:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:35:12.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When Lilacs Bloom"...</title><content type='html'>With my thoughts filled of nothing but the coming of Spring, I picture in my mind my special, secret little place I visit often...  come May, the most beautiful lilacs bloom there as well as my cherished red roses that clambor up the little old abandoned building I love so...  last August I was most honored to have my lilac photo, below, and a little story Jo~Anne Coletti  asked me to write about my childhood memories gathering lilacs with my mama, featured in her second edition of The Feminine Home, Where the Heart Is...  I would like to share that story with you today...  I hope you  enjoy it... and that sweet, precious memories of yesteryear  fill your heart today as I know they will mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQbadN7JqHU/TyLQL-iY2CI/AAAAAAAALGA/bLzSuk9dr_A/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00023hrl3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQbadN7JqHU/TyLQL-iY2CI/AAAAAAAALGA/bLzSuk9dr_A/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00023hrl3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702348982388840482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When Lilacs Bloom" © ~ Julie Marie Vicknair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"My morning walk takes me down a new country road today.  I have not been down this winding dirt road before... or have I?   Beautiful lilacs are growing wild along the side of the little lane; it is a stunning sea of purple and lavender.  The gentle Spring breeze carries their Heavenly aroma to me, teasing me, inviting me to come closer.  I close my eyes and let the heady perfume envelope me in it's spell.  I am overcome by a sense of wistfulness, of scenes long past.  A young girl and her mother are gathering armloads of the delicate blooms.  I gingerly walk closer and listen as the little girl tells her mother that God must have planted the lilacs just for her as they always bloom on her birthday in May.  The mother picks the child up and holds her close.  "It must be so", she whispers.&lt;br /&gt;I let my thoughts drift back to when I was a little girl.  My mama and I would gather lilacs to fill the vases in our home.  I too, would tell my mama that God planted them just for me and mama would pick me up and kiss me on the cheek, telling me it must be so.  I close my eyes once more and let my childhood memories come back to me.  When I open my eyes the little girl and her mother are gone, but the beautiful lilacs are still here, blooming today...  my birthday.  Yes, I know that I have been here before"...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6292284196642367157?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6292284196642367157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6292284196642367157' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6292284196642367157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6292284196642367157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-lilacs-bloom.html' title='&quot;When Lilacs Bloom&quot;...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CQbadN7JqHU/TyLQL-iY2CI/AAAAAAAALGA/bLzSuk9dr_A/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00023hrl3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6207291089628772749</id><published>2012-01-24T18:45:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:53:46.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just What is it About a Little Nest?...</title><content type='html'>As I am spending blissful hours getting our home ready for Spring, (while the countryside is under a blanket of white from the last two snowstorms)... I can't help but notice just how many little nests I have here and there...  each one unique... like this beautiful knitted nest from my friend Vicki at &lt;a href="http://vicki-2bagsfull.blogspot.com/"&gt;2bagsfull&lt;/a&gt;...  made with love and bits and bobs of this and that...  Nature's treasures...  ever~so~delicately woven into the perfect "home" for two sweet little eggs waiting to hatch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9weNLN8Vl8A/Tx9TLODK4SI/AAAAAAAALDA/y0cnAljeG9c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00271ne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9weNLN8Vl8A/Tx9TLODK4SI/AAAAAAAALDA/y0cnAljeG9c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00271ne.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701367105489396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually bought two of these at the time...  Vicki names all of her little  nests, so of course I had to name mine...  the top one is "Sylvie Nest" and the one below is "Prissy Nest"...  (hello Mama Vicki! we love you... the sissy nests!)...  you can read more about the little sissy nests in my post &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/search?q=a+letter+from+the+nests"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLIxibum7mQ/Tx9mwk0MmtI/AAAAAAAALDM/1rJeyOpfltc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00224n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLIxibum7mQ/Tx9mwk0MmtI/AAAAAAAALDM/1rJeyOpfltc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00224n.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701388637976697554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just what is it about a sweet little nest that captures our hearts so?...  for me, it begins with my never~ending love of Nature and all of God's precious little creatures...  all of the nests I am showing you today are faux and live indoors year round...  many I have bought, many I have made myself...  I cannot imagine a world without birds and birdsong...  delicately woven nests out of twigs and bark...  feathers and vines...  I love happening upon a secret nest when we take our Nature walks...  for I feel as if I have found a precious gift...  no, not to take...  one must never take a nest from a tree or any other place it was built...  once one has been blown out of the tree and to the ground, it is quite acceptable to claim the little treasure for your own...  so long as there are no   little ones inside...  if you come upon a  nest that has been blown down or fallen, and there ARE  babies inside, place it back into the tree...  hopefully as close to where it was built as possible...  it is an old~wives tale that a bird will not return to a nest that a human has touched...  it simply is not true...  and I can tell you that from personal experience... the mama will find  her babies... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTBIHRduQyg/Tx9RVyTz0kI/AAAAAAAALCc/N0TWMXcRz_Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00186s.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BF4btyv2Hx0/Tx822q-p2DI/AAAAAAAALCQ/2CMsfn8Hypw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00193a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BF4btyv2Hx0/Tx822q-p2DI/AAAAAAAALCQ/2CMsfn8Hypw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00193a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335966152251442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my Nature walk in Spring, I gather all sorts of treasures from the trail...  tiny little discarded  eggshells that have already hatched...  most often, I can identify what kind of bird laid the egg just by looking at it...  if not, I refer to one of my many books on birds, nests and eggs... one cannot have too many reference books on Nature!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Og032X8mE/Tx82xbBDnSI/AAAAAAAALCE/Oj2ksWrf-wc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00198a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I8Og032X8mE/Tx82xbBDnSI/AAAAAAAALCE/Oj2ksWrf-wc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00198a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335875968015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCHOg1zJWRo/TyAPI_POJRI/AAAAAAAALDY/6Qge6ethRZQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00200a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCHOg1zJWRo/TyAPI_POJRI/AAAAAAAALDY/6Qge6ethRZQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00200a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701573775339693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2UYXikNJS8/TyAQxT_cRII/AAAAAAAALDk/Ddhp2oM_92U/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2UYXikNJS8/TyAQxT_cRII/AAAAAAAALDk/Ddhp2oM_92U/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701575567617049730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my most prized possessions...  a beautiful little "Nature box" my dear friend &lt;a href="http://larearose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celeste&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://larearose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Celestina Marie Design&lt;/a&gt; painted for me to keep my little treasures from the trail in...  she even included a special little feather inside  for me she had found in her garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52TKFHx3gnA/TyASEfAY22I/AAAAAAAALDw/109CkPeRDw0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52TKFHx3gnA/TyASEfAY22I/AAAAAAAALDw/109CkPeRDw0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701576996502952802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1OfCMVz_Jk/Tx82sgleKSI/AAAAAAAALB4/Cim41wxLniM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00202a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s1OfCMVz_Jk/Tx82sgleKSI/AAAAAAAALB4/Cim41wxLniM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00202a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335791563581730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sweet little nest inside a broken terra cotta flowerpot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S468hLY5k4o/Tx82nj3wG1I/AAAAAAAALBs/Dp1DTeJomzM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00206a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S468hLY5k4o/Tx82nj3wG1I/AAAAAAAALBs/Dp1DTeJomzM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00206a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335706546215762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another favorite bird book... the sketches and artwork in this particular one are especially beautiful!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t262S0haWEE/Tx82iZTTJ_I/AAAAAAAALBg/_c3vRgRoY9s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00214a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t262S0haWEE/Tx82iZTTJ_I/AAAAAAAALBg/_c3vRgRoY9s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00214a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335617809623026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tailoring a nest in four easy steps"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJD5UwYOgUA/Tx82eZYflTI/AAAAAAAALBU/WtMZV2Nob0o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00215a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJD5UwYOgUA/Tx82eZYflTI/AAAAAAAALBU/WtMZV2Nob0o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00215a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335549111932210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A teeny little nest I created myself...  I like to add some of my dried roses to mine...  sort of a shabby chic style nest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k7QCaRwHp8/Tx82ZkOfchI/AAAAAAAALBI/4afkIpEFSOg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00220a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9k7QCaRwHp8/Tx82ZkOfchI/AAAAAAAALBI/4afkIpEFSOg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00220a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335466123424274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also love to sketch Nature and carry a little sketchbook with me on my Nature walks...  I can hardly wait for the Robins to sing their sweet Spring song one day soon...  I love to wake up to their beautiful melody floating in through an open window in the early morning hours...  did you know there will always be something white in a Robin's nest?...  my great~grandmother told me that when I was just a little girl, and through the years I have always found it to be true...  sometimes there will  be a piece of white yarn...  perhaps part of a white paper towel...  a silky ribbon or even a white feather intricately woven into the nest...  I know not why...  but I do know it will always be so...  perhaps one day if I listen closely I will find the answer in the Robin's song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qfovd5wFy8I/Tx82Vb7H5BI/AAAAAAAALA8/TlaewUjWs8E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00226a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qfovd5wFy8I/Tx82Vb7H5BI/AAAAAAAALA8/TlaewUjWs8E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00226a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335395175228434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another tiny nest I made from twigs and moss gathered from the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBEnafi3fQs/Tx82RDJ7j5I/AAAAAAAALAw/_SKSFDF-7II/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBEnafi3fQs/Tx82RDJ7j5I/AAAAAAAALAw/_SKSFDF-7II/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00228a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335319806971794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vicki at &lt;a href="http://vicki-2bagsfull.blogspot.com/"&gt;2bagsfull &lt;/a&gt;also created this stunning shorebird nest...  I was fortunate enough to purchase one of her limited nests last year...  the proceeds from mine went to a shorebird recovery sanctuary...  you can read Vicki's story about her rescue of one of these precious shorebirds on her blog...  you can read more about my beautiful shorebird nest in my post &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2010/10/shared-passion-for-sea-and-very-special.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMLUdZ0Zb4/Tx9S-Sgo3PI/AAAAAAAALC0/1Ja9ov3oO1k/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00186sb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DMLUdZ0Zb4/Tx9S-Sgo3PI/AAAAAAAALC0/1Ja9ov3oO1k/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00186sb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701366883348438258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine carved the beautiful shorebird for me many years ago...  it rests on an old piece of piling out of the Great Salt Lake which borders my little town  just to the west of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iql5YbcSaWQ/Tx9S5IMZf0I/AAAAAAAALCo/PA-VJ3DcNM8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00163sb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iql5YbcSaWQ/Tx9S5IMZf0I/AAAAAAAALCo/PA-VJ3DcNM8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00163sb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701366794679844674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another itty bitty nest I created today...  I gather moss all Summer long and save it in plastic bags to use for special times like today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuWXKOZltWw/Tx82MSr2CfI/AAAAAAAALAk/zxyM7aj7gzs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00235a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuWXKOZltWw/Tx82MSr2CfI/AAAAAAAALAk/zxyM7aj7gzs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00235a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335238076402162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wonderful find from several years ago... "Audubon's Birds of America" c. 1950...  a $5.00 find at a local used book store...  to me it is priceless!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb5jrY6OwgA/Tx82HqmqGAI/AAAAAAAALAY/tRVXzhMHV3E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00236a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb5jrY6OwgA/Tx82HqmqGAI/AAAAAAAALAY/tRVXzhMHV3E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00236a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335158597752834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I created this one from raffia and it looks pretty inside a  little glass atrium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeA0REz0oAs/Tx82Cvhq7VI/AAAAAAAALAM/egFwOPD_F0c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00238a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eeA0REz0oAs/Tx82Cvhq7VI/AAAAAAAALAM/egFwOPD_F0c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00238a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701335074019667282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one I made entirely  out of moss, and added a skeleton leaf I found on the trail last Summer...  this one lives in another little glass atrium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKWMkgzolj8/Tx818aCIHNI/AAAAAAAALAA/802Xmg1ru8c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aKWMkgzolj8/Tx818aCIHNI/AAAAAAAALAA/802Xmg1ru8c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701334965171002578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, my friends Jeni and El gave me this beautiful little vintage birdie plate from their shop, &lt;a href="http://www.madeleinelamour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madeleine L'Amour&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUlrbsMdtLM/TyFIaXOdZwI/AAAAAAAALFQ/vyZhi4-HTdY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUlrbsMdtLM/TyFIaXOdZwI/AAAAAAAALFQ/vyZhi4-HTdY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701918220976219906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along with this adorable little petite birdie...  so teensy...  all handmade out of the softest~ever felt... Merci ladies!...  these "tweet" little birdies will be available to purchase soon&lt;a href="http://www.madeleinelamour.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; in their shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mydlNOtRmR8/TyFIUc8tPTI/AAAAAAAALFE/crhfbPLG2Y8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00300a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mydlNOtRmR8/TyFIUc8tPTI/AAAAAAAALFE/crhfbPLG2Y8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00300a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701918119433157938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A window seat in my bedroom is the perfect spot to watch the comings and goings at the feeders and birdbaths in our backyard...  a small pair of binoculars is a valuable thing to have to watch up close...  I keep a birders journal and am constantly adding to it as a new little feathered friend comes to visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKAaC59mZ6E/Tx8127Bh_GI/AAAAAAAAK_0/aaSUCIunZT8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKAaC59mZ6E/Tx8127Bh_GI/AAAAAAAAK_0/aaSUCIunZT8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701334870947658850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our backyard is a certified wildlife habitat by the National Wildlife Federation...  you can visit their site &lt;a href="http://www.nwf.org/Get-Outside/Outdoor-Activities/Garden-for-Wildlife.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are interested in certifying your yard as well...  you simply must provide the four basics...  food, water, cover... and a place to raise their young... xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One touch  of Nature makes the whole world kin"&lt;br /&gt;~  William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6207291089628772749?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6207291089628772749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6207291089628772749' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6207291089628772749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6207291089628772749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-what-is-is-about-little-nest.html' title='Just What is it About a Little Nest?...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9weNLN8Vl8A/Tx9TLODK4SI/AAAAAAAALDA/y0cnAljeG9c/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00271ne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8229545867587412131</id><published>2012-01-22T11:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:09:12.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a Country Garden...</title><content type='html'>While anxiously awaiting  Springs first blooms, I linger over my latest issue of Country Gardens magazine...  I completely devour this magazine as they always show such beautiful country gardens and fun ideas for pretty things to make...  it makes the long wait for Springs much anticipated  arrival more bearable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuX2U-H0EPY/TxxLq8LTZJI/AAAAAAAAK-g/RAqkPvK9v4E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00160a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuX2U-H0EPY/TxxLq8LTZJI/AAAAAAAAK-g/RAqkPvK9v4E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00160a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700514429424329874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my new issue that just arrived, they featured a section on petite flower holders out of vintage finds...  I fell in love with this one (below) out of a vintage crystal doorknob... I especially loved the description with it... "a solitary twig of flowering cherry resembles petite pink petticoats floating by like garden fairies"...  well, you know me and garden fairies...  so I couldn't wait to find my vintage purple pressed glass doorknob I saved from an old  home that was being demolished that I went to  many years ago...  just waiting to be made into something beautiful... surely this was it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSDhVc-ury4/TxxLmtQHPuI/AAAAAAAAK-U/Nh7xo4HVk4E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00161a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSDhVc-ury4/TxxLmtQHPuI/AAAAAAAAK-U/Nh7xo4HVk4E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00161a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700514356698496738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Country Gardens Magazine photo above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my flowering cherry  is covered under a heavy blanket of new~fallen snow from last night, and not a sign of a blossom to  be seen yet (but soon!)... for now  I used some petite Fairy roses from my garden that  I dried from last Summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhKhMye9Op8/TxxLhvt2ovI/AAAAAAAAK-I/82qHKyr-gRg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00167a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhKhMye9Op8/TxxLhvt2ovI/AAAAAAAAK-I/82qHKyr-gRg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00167a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700514271460762354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think the flower fairies will like it?...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8229545867587412131?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8229545867587412131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8229545867587412131' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8229545867587412131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8229545867587412131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-country-garden.html' title='From a Country Garden...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zuX2U-H0EPY/TxxLq8LTZJI/AAAAAAAAK-g/RAqkPvK9v4E/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00160a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-2682289624894381229</id><published>2012-01-21T10:48:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:51:12.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes a Change is as Good as a Rest...</title><content type='html'>You've heard the old saying "a change is as good as a rest"?...  I'll let you know if it holds true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCY3-BUEWQc/Txr5mO3TIXI/AAAAAAAAK9M/pt2w4haSoXk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00490a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCY3-BUEWQc/Txr5mO3TIXI/AAAAAAAAK9M/pt2w4haSoXk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00490a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700142713611166066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week ago, I did a farewell post... I had decided not to blog anymore... the very place I had created to come to for peace and tranquility (and hopefully for you to as well) had become a source of stress to me... it was making me nervous...  I had begun feeling guilty if I did not visit those of you who post every day each and every time...  so I visited, and commented... and spent hours longer on the computer than I should have...  ending up with not enough hours in the day to do the many other things I love and wanted (or needed) to do...  I linked up to fun parties, only to feel more guilt if I did not take the time to visit each and every participant... and comment as well...  I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings by not visiting them all... I kept putting more and more pressure on myself to keep up... suddenly, it was not fun anymore...  I was tired...  and nervous...  So...  I did what I always do when I need to clear my mind...  I put on my walking shoes and hit the trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNPU659k0LU/TxygwlGsKiI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/GU2w3jONNeo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00075b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNPU659k0LU/TxygwlGsKiI/AAAAAAAAK_Q/GU2w3jONNeo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00075b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700607984798542370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being out among Nature is my therapy...  it has a way of letting me see things alot clearer...  perhaps the sweet song of a winter's Robin has the answers for me...  or by chance, it lies in the perfectly placed white feather upon the ground...  the squirrels down the lane and around the bend chatter at me...  are they trying to tell me something...  perhaps...  I listen closely to what they have to say...  and my thoughts start making sense... about a year ago, one of my favorite bloggers posted a farewell too...  that she had decided not to blog anymore... and how hard it was for her to do that...  c'mon I thought, how hard can it be?...  you just bid farewell and be on your way...  let me tell you, it is not that easy...  less than a week later, she was back, but with a new sense of direction and some changes made...  I love to write and I love to take photos...  blogging has brought me alot of joy in the past and many dear friends (thank you all for your heartfelt comments on my previous post, I am overwhelmed)... I knew I would miss posting but had no idea just how much, even just this past week...  so, I will see if the old saying holds true and try making some big changes...  no more guilt about not visiting everyone every day...  that doesn't mean I don't care... I can catch up when I visit...  and no more feeling guilty about the parties...  I won't be linking to any more, but will visit those I choose...  and not feel obligated to visit those I would rather not... no more guilt about thinking I need to follow everyone who follows me...  perhaps their blog is not to my liking, yet I have  been following some anyway, as a courtesy of sorts...  I am a nice lady... I always try to please everyone... but it was starting to be at my own expense...  I choose not to do facebook or twitter, or pinterest... and I am fine with that...   no more feeling guilty if I don't post regularly...  some of my favorite bloggers only post now and then...  when I read those posts, I get a feeling like I would get as a little girl when a letter would arrive in the mail from my grandmother...  so worth the wait...  I have had my blog made into a book, four volumes actually as I had so many photos, and tend to talk alot...  so, this will be a new chapter...I will try  posting now and then... no pressure, no stress...  no obligation... and hopefully Idyllhours will return to that special, serene place for me that it once was...  I want to focus on my gardens and my love of Nature... the way I first started out... for I find those are my passions and bring me true peace of mind...  I love it when you visit, but if you don't always have time to stop by...  I understand...  we'll catch up the next time!...  wishing you a beautiful day...  and I will see you sometime soon...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-2682289624894381229?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/2682289624894381229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=2682289624894381229' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2682289624894381229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2682289624894381229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-change-is-as-good-as-rest.html' title='Sometimes a Change is as Good as a Rest...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iCY3-BUEWQc/Txr5mO3TIXI/AAAAAAAAK9M/pt2w4haSoXk/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00490a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-1726795657527352131</id><published>2012-01-17T16:08:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T11:08:53.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Mixed Emotions...</title><content type='html'>After alot of contemplation, I have decided to quit blogging for now...  I started my little blog in June of 2009, and have met so many wonderful people through it...  and many of you have become very good friends to me...  I will leave you with a favorite photo of my secret, special place I have posted about often... where roses bloom and daydreams come true...where life is sweet and whispers from the past call out to me...  I will miss taking you there with me through my blog this year my friends... in May and June...when roses and lilacs bloom in Heavenly profusion ... but you will be there with me in my heart... for magic really happens there... and you know me, I believe...  who knows...  maybe I shall even write a book one day... like my friend Janet at &lt;a href="http://shabbyfufu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shabbyfufu&lt;/a&gt; told me I should do...  and  perhaps it will be about these beautiful  roses and daydreams... and fairytales and magical things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt72xOrMLDY/TxX8poxVEDI/AAAAAAAAK7Q/Y_iq4yjbKgU/s1600/IMG_3890a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt72xOrMLDY/TxX8poxVEDI/AAAAAAAAK7Q/Y_iq4yjbKgU/s400/IMG_3890a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698738695756386354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things seem to be changing alot in the land of blogs lately...  more and more people going to Facebook and Twitter...  Pinterest, etc, none of which I do... .  and I will tell you right out how heartbroken I was when the woman stole my photos and text of my sweet Tessy and put them on Pinterest without my permission...  I have heard from several of you that the same thing has been happening to you as well...  so sad... I am seeing so much competition out there that never used to  be...  who has the most comments, who has the most followers...  that is not what blogging has been about for me... blogging has been a way for me to share the things I love with my photos and my words... and to enjoy finding out about all of the things you love as well...   I have always said, if just one person reads my post and I make them smile, I am content...  and if that one person leaves just one comment that makes me smile, I am happy...  I will leave my blog up...  just in case I change my mind one day... which I have been known to do... and I am having it made into a book to remember everything with...  thank you all for visiting Idyllhours and sharing your heartfelt  comments with me and sending me your thoughts in your  emails...  you're the best!... I do not like goodbyes... so instead I shall say that    perhaps on a warm Spring eve, the flower fairies will spirit me away to visit you at your blog...  for I shall have  missed you so ...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-1726795657527352131?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/1726795657527352131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=1726795657527352131' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1726795657527352131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1726795657527352131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-mixed-emotions.html' title='With Mixed Emotions...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dt72xOrMLDY/TxX8poxVEDI/AAAAAAAAK7Q/Y_iq4yjbKgU/s72-c/IMG_3890a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-3351589665689479296</id><published>2012-01-14T16:00:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T14:56:23.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New French Bust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...  maybe I should re~phrase that...  not "my" French bust...  tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;... (I am French on my daddy's side of the family)...  but my new French bust from my friend Janet's shop,  "&lt;a href="http://www.shabbyfufu.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shabbyfufu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6fVXuscid8/TxIAJZLc7wI/AAAAAAAAK5M/XvVAZW69f-Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00098a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6fVXuscid8/TxIAJZLc7wI/AAAAAAAAK5M/XvVAZW69f-Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00098a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697616639954841346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stunning, very very old "Marie"  is so beautiful...  made out of metal, not chalkware like most you see...  and quite heavy...  the base is marble and she looks just lovely on my dresser along with some of my most treasured French heirlooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLUAXPFa6qU/TxIA3ibDkSI/AAAAAAAAK64/smVGMXiRFos/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00133a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLUAXPFa6qU/TxIA3ibDkSI/AAAAAAAAK64/smVGMXiRFos/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00133a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697617432710189346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has the most exquisite features...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3uo1Oh3JGN8/TxIAzux3xlI/AAAAAAAAK6s/hvr8w6ZfeZE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00131a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3uo1Oh3JGN8/TxIAzux3xlI/AAAAAAAAK6s/hvr8w6ZfeZE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00131a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697617367307634258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do believe she feels quite at home here...  along with my antique French Bible dated 1904, vintage French books, vintage Chevalier French opera glasses from Paris... a pretty vintage French &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parfum&lt;/span&gt; box (which I purchased many years ago from Janet as well)...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GEf4BmM-HoQ/TxIAvadMKuI/AAAAAAAAK6g/ucvBvSi3cB4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00130a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ8td0vVhQo/TxIAqmzhVOI/AAAAAAAAK6U/W8M88wp2Prg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00129a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ8td0vVhQo/TxIAqmzhVOI/AAAAAAAAK6U/W8M88wp2Prg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00129a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697617210548245730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo of her...  gazing at a photo of my French grandfather Jules Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vicknair&lt;/span&gt;, Sr., and his brother,  my great~uncle Pierre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Seraphin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vicknair&lt;/span&gt;... both the epitome of French gentlemen...  (after I was divorced and before I met Jack, I took back my maiden name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vicknair&lt;/span&gt; and have kept it ever since)... my middle name of Marie was given me after my French grandmothers and great~grandmothers way back,  who were all named Marie... and  my niece Elizabeth carries on the family  tradition as well... as her full name is Elizabeth Marie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWOStLEWmz8/TxIAltrBG-I/AAAAAAAAK6I/wHx5JkESK18/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00126a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWOStLEWmz8/TxIAltrBG-I/AAAAAAAAK6I/wHx5JkESK18/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00126a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697617126492281826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSrfn5Doh7A/TxIAaw1zDwI/AAAAAAAAK5w/XvkH8zqb09g/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00116a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSrfn5Doh7A/TxIAaw1zDwI/AAAAAAAAK5w/XvkH8zqb09g/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00116a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697616938364243714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are looking for exquisite vintage French &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tresors&lt;/span&gt; and other lovely vintage finds, you will fall in love with &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyfufu.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shabbyfufu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...  &lt;a href="http://shabbyfufu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janet&lt;/a&gt; is truly one of a kind, and no one does vintage French better than she does...  along with many other gorgeous items in her shop...  please tell her Julie Marie sent you when you stop in to visit!...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6fVXuscid8/TxIAJZLc7wI/AAAAAAAAK5M/XvVAZW69f-Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00098a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-3351589665689479296?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/3351589665689479296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=3351589665689479296' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3351589665689479296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3351589665689479296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-french-bust.html' title='My New French Bust...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6fVXuscid8/TxIAJZLc7wI/AAAAAAAAK5M/XvVAZW69f-Q/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00098a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-4652482876128554749</id><published>2012-01-13T14:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:11:22.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flights of Fancy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8DcEZEs4eo/TxCYWz-HIXI/AAAAAAAAK5A/s5sEC9wstyM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00020fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have posted often about my happy childhood...  where my sister and I spent blissful days in the beautiful countryside surrounding our home...  two free~spirits...  running through the cool moist grass barefoot... weaving tiaras of gold out of marigold blooms from our mama's garden... and stringing delicate garlands out of sweet clover blossoms  to wear around our necks...  we were  blessed with two beautiful parents...  who not only delighted in watching us enjoy our simple pleasures, but encouraged us to let our imaginations fly freely and our daydreams  become reality... these delightfully enchanted days shaped the lady I am today... still a free~spirit...  my imagination ever at work...  (or play I should call it)... and chasing my  daydreams still  a favorite past~time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBa2HwMqPaU/TxCWq9ivWcI/AAAAAAAAK4o/FD3HB6nBboE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00061fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBa2HwMqPaU/TxCWq9ivWcI/AAAAAAAAK4o/FD3HB6nBboE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00061fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697219193442621890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I return to my childhood often... it is where happy memories come alive and simpler, gentler times were the way of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJwmo0Ce12E/TxCWmLxcTmI/AAAAAAAAK4c/w9WHgvZX4Xs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00044fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJwmo0Ce12E/TxCWmLxcTmI/AAAAAAAAK4c/w9WHgvZX4Xs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00044fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697219111363038818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want Idyllhours to be a place like that...  where you can come to visit...  but leave your cares behind... only beautiful, happy things happen here...  no gloomy thoughts allowed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_rjoa0jjuE/TxCWMgheSkI/AAAAAAAAK4E/vZCusme9mpU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_rjoa0jjuE/TxCWMgheSkI/AAAAAAAAK4E/vZCusme9mpU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042fb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697218670256605762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where fairytales and make~believe are a part of every day... and wishing upon a star  is  cause enough to  stay up late on a Spring or Summer's eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwM-fNBHmcE/TxCXFaMjZoI/AAAAAAAAK40/dkzA1U875SY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00011fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwM-fNBHmcE/TxCXFaMjZoI/AAAAAAAAK40/dkzA1U875SY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00011fb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697219647810791042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where sweet little bears have fairy~wings...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_rjoa0jjuE/TxCWMgheSkI/AAAAAAAAK4E/vZCusme9mpU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRUYHe0mzNg/TxCWEMdQu-I/AAAAAAAAK34/LCO_sVSspqY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00016fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jRUYHe0mzNg/TxCWEMdQu-I/AAAAAAAAK34/LCO_sVSspqY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00016fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697218527431277538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTg5hMdsX0/TxCWAfvgB-I/AAAAAAAAK3s/APpkyJWaVUs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00017fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kaTg5hMdsX0/TxCWAfvgB-I/AAAAAAAAK3s/APpkyJWaVUs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00017fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697218463888574434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And teeny teacups bloom with sweet pink roses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3-XXCedZDw/TxCV2_tBVKI/AAAAAAAAK3g/j0loLQsuDqg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00047fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3-XXCedZDw/TxCV2_tBVKI/AAAAAAAAK3g/j0loLQsuDqg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00047fb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697218300669416610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LetqqU7piq0/TxCVkxDEqKI/AAAAAAAAK3U/n2sNRtmaeug/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00037fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LetqqU7piq0/TxCVkxDEqKI/AAAAAAAAK3U/n2sNRtmaeug/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00037fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697217987497732258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyYtfNKfKIc/TxCVgh8skQI/AAAAAAAAK3I/GBuVUz3G5So/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00031fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyYtfNKfKIc/TxCVgh8skQI/AAAAAAAAK3I/GBuVUz3G5So/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00031fb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697217914724978946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And baby fairy~bears with the littlest of wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8DcEZEs4eo/TxCYWz-HIXI/AAAAAAAAK5A/s5sEC9wstyM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00020fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i8DcEZEs4eo/TxCYWz-HIXI/AAAAAAAAK5A/s5sEC9wstyM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00020fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697221046298943858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Share a favorite story that Springtime brings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-388tr9uYNiY/TxCVUzxt3pI/AAAAAAAAK28/2a5IDLa_ahY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00015fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-388tr9uYNiY/TxCVUzxt3pI/AAAAAAAAK28/2a5IDLa_ahY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00015fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697217713352334994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, close your eyes and dream a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyYzWKnlsAY/TxCUyXeB8zI/AAAAAAAAK2w/AdzAHDVqwV8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00030fb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyYzWKnlsAY/TxCUyXeB8zI/AAAAAAAAK2w/AdzAHDVqwV8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00030fb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697217121638019890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll make a wish that we made you smile...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-4652482876128554749?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/4652482876128554749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=4652482876128554749' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4652482876128554749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4652482876128554749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/flights-of-fancy.html' title='Flights of Fancy...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBa2HwMqPaU/TxCWq9ivWcI/AAAAAAAAK4o/FD3HB6nBboE/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00061fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5843783713138179629</id><published>2012-01-12T18:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:46:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Dreams and Fairy Wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And as the Seasons come and go&lt;br /&gt;here's something you might like to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaXuIuymZaw/Tw-Lh-KxyyI/AAAAAAAAK2U/ZZvCHn7eiL4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00404i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaXuIuymZaw/Tw-Lh-KxyyI/AAAAAAAAK2U/ZZvCHn7eiL4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00404i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696925469387115298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are fairies everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;under bushes and in the air,&lt;br /&gt;playing games just like you play,&lt;br /&gt;singing through their busy day.&lt;br /&gt;So listen, touch and look around,&lt;br /&gt;in the air and on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;And if you watch all Nature's things,&lt;br /&gt;you might just see a fairy's wings" ~ Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5843783713138179629?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5843783713138179629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5843783713138179629' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5843783713138179629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5843783713138179629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/spring-dreams-and-fairy-wings.html' title='Spring Dreams and Fairy Wings...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaXuIuymZaw/Tw-Lh-KxyyI/AAAAAAAAK2U/ZZvCHn7eiL4/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00404i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8817721596177877634</id><published>2012-01-10T16:03:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:04:45.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Spring...</title><content type='html'>Okay...  so it is still officially winter... but I don't have to like it!...  my sweet friend  Amy at &lt;a href="http://bunnyrosecottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;My&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bunnyrosecottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shabby Bungalow&lt;/a&gt; doesn't like it either...  Amy was one of my very first followers when I started blogging almost three years ago and we have been best of friends ever since...  anyhow, we decided  we would wait no longer...  we are starting our countdown to Spring...  today!...  Amy did the cutest post today  about dreaming of Spring...  and that started our countdown...  for today, I just made a pretty little nest to entice YOU to dream of Spring as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOQzaRDDuSc/TwzEw2m-oKI/AAAAAAAAK18/mRoRATvl01Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00899i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOQzaRDDuSc/TwzEw2m-oKI/AAAAAAAAK18/mRoRATvl01Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00899i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143972288602274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have so many Springtime thoughts running through my mind...  I can't wait to do a long post full of pictures of happy reminders of the days to come...  many of my favorite Springtime treasures have come from&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/MyShabbyBungalow?ref=em"&gt; Amy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; shop&lt;/a&gt;...  she always crafts the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darlingest&lt;/span&gt; (is that a word???) things, lots of bunnies and nests and eggs and flowery pretties...  I hope you enjoy our "pretty" posts as we get ready for our most favorite Season of renewal to begin... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8817721596177877634?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8817721596177877634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8817721596177877634' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8817721596177877634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8817721596177877634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/countdown-to-spring.html' title='Countdown to Spring...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LOQzaRDDuSc/TwzEw2m-oKI/AAAAAAAAK18/mRoRATvl01Q/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00899i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8618504290971930728</id><published>2012-01-09T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:02:33.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature's Wisdom....</title><content type='html'>The warmth of the sun on a cold winter's day... softly filtering through my kitchen window... casting early morning shadows that dance on the walls... the colors of Nature fill my home... lush greens of Ivy's tender tendrils pull towards the light... the soft beige of petite French flowerpots waiting to be planted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc5Ap8E77Vw/TwsSatXe-DI/AAAAAAAAK1M/QgplqBXiGiE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00893i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc5Ap8E77Vw/TwsSatXe-DI/AAAAAAAAK1M/QgplqBXiGiE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00893i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666403804117042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicately woven twigs and grasses make a perfectly feathered nest... tiny faux eggs  remind me  just how fragile life is... each moment is a gift to be treasured...  to enjoy just being "me"... not trying to be like anyone else... I like being "me"... I am unique... and so are you...  I shall go about my day doing the very  best I can at everything I attempt to do... letting  my thoughts drift away to a favorite quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDxB4SFNyA/TwsSNJ1MVoI/AAAAAAAAK1A/qbunfe1E_a4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00892i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDxB4SFNyA/TwsSNJ1MVoI/AAAAAAAAK1A/qbunfe1E_a4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00892i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695666170926749314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Use whatever talent you possess...&lt;br /&gt;the woods would  be very silent if no birds sang&lt;br /&gt;except those that sing the best" ~ Henry Van Dyke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8618504290971930728?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8618504290971930728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8618504290971930728' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8618504290971930728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8618504290971930728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/natures-wisdom.html' title='Nature&apos;s Wisdom....'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc5Ap8E77Vw/TwsSatXe-DI/AAAAAAAAK1M/QgplqBXiGiE/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00893i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5901559981713220206</id><published>2012-01-07T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:03:41.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make~believe....</title><content type='html'>The weather here has been unseasonably warm and sunny in the day...  no snow at all...  perfect for long Nature walks and letting my case of Spring fever embrace me totally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGnpT1qk3UE/TwhNMp-LlEI/AAAAAAAAKzs/V-KRo3hZS6o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00266ps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGnpT1qk3UE/TwhNMp-LlEI/AAAAAAAAKzs/V-KRo3hZS6o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00266ps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694886608630420546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning I awoke to at least four inches of snow... it is still coming down fast and hard... making the countryside look like a winter~wonderland...  I admit it looks beautiful...  but shall make~believe it is sunny and warm...  and that I am going outside barefoot to water my flowerpots on my front porch... instead of pulling on my heavy winter boots and  helping Jack shovel snow...  this was my very favorite little pot of all that I planted last year...  the pale lavenders and rich deep purples of some of my favorite blooms  are so soothing to my soul...  at least my thoughts will  be warm and sunny today... wishing  yours are too...  xoxo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5901559981713220206?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5901559981713220206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5901559981713220206' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5901559981713220206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5901559981713220206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/makebelieve.html' title='Make~believe....'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGnpT1qk3UE/TwhNMp-LlEI/AAAAAAAAKzs/V-KRo3hZS6o/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00266ps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6383884199815520188</id><published>2012-01-03T20:03:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:51:46.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Times...</title><content type='html'>Savoring the quiet evenings of January... knowing that winter will pass and Spring will appear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUGxZ9x9z_U/TwR1OYxVI0I/AAAAAAAAKwg/s6JUXTo0WoQ/s1600/IMG_3203ih.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUGxZ9x9z_U/TwR1OYxVI0I/AAAAAAAAKwg/s6JUXTo0WoQ/s400/IMG_3203ih.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693804718931125058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flames in the fireplace are dancing in their soft glow...  a cup of tea and a favorite book await... my cherished copy of Anne of Green Gables that belonged to my mother as a young girl...my sweet Tessy at my side... it is warm and cozy inside... the house is peaceful and quiet... life is good...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6383884199815520188?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6383884199815520188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6383884199815520188' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6383884199815520188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6383884199815520188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/quiet-times.html' title='Quiet Times...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUGxZ9x9z_U/TwR1OYxVI0I/AAAAAAAAKwg/s6JUXTo0WoQ/s72-c/IMG_3203ih.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-3854847191619968025</id><published>2012-01-01T08:03:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:06:52.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As A Brand New Year Unfolds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnxqoWAPcto/TwR48KVKtwI/AAAAAAAAKws/VW98yleV2oo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00068fr1ih.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnxqoWAPcto/TwR48KVKtwI/AAAAAAAAKws/VW98yleV2oo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00068fr1ih.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693808803863770882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Within your heart, keep one still, secret spot&lt;br /&gt;where dreams may go" ~ Louise Driscoll&lt;br /&gt;xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-3854847191619968025?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/3854847191619968025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=3854847191619968025' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3854847191619968025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3854847191619968025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-brand-new-year-unfolds.html' title='As A Brand New Year Unfolds...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnxqoWAPcto/TwR48KVKtwI/AAAAAAAAKws/VW98yleV2oo/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00068fr1ih.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-3652267394211489888</id><published>2011-12-29T16:13:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:57:20.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes to My Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4neC_85QXqY/Tv5FKDz9qoI/AAAAAAAAKvA/9jH_jkyLDls/s1600/vintage-new-year-cards-farm-scene-with-sheep-and-snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4neC_85QXqY/Tv5FKDz9qoI/AAAAAAAAKvA/9jH_jkyLDls/s400/vintage-new-year-cards-farm-scene-with-sheep-and-snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692063018167151234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hate to do this, but starting now, I am  making some major changes to my blog...  someone I do not know (however I have their name and email now ) emailed me and told me that they  have "pinned" my new year's post and photos I just did  about Tessy's first year with us  on Pinterest... (AFTER she had already taken all of my things and done it without asking me )...  since I do not do Pinterest, (or Facebook, or Twitter or any of those others and never would),  I am not sure what all she has done, but I assume that means my photos and text are up for grabs...  so I have pulled my post...  I  have emailed  her back asking that she remove them...  I have no way of knowing if she does... which saddens me...    my sidebar clearly asks that anyone wanting to use my photos ask me first... and that all of my own photos and text are copyrighted...  most of you ladies feel the same way, and that is how it should be...  we have no children... this dog is my "baby"... and her photos and story are mine...  I can only imagine how you all would feel if your children or grandchildren were "pinned" without your permission... or your original creations for those of you who have shops...  my blog will be a bit less about our personal lives and  not so many of my personal family photos... it makes me sad, but I have my reasons for not wanting "my" photos up for grabs...  I realize if I post them on a blog, there is really nothing I can do to keep people like her from "snatching" them... the woman who took them does not even blog...  I will keep in touch with you my dear blogging friends, and post a bit now and then... Happy New Year to you all!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-3652267394211489888?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/3652267394211489888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=3652267394211489888' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3652267394211489888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3652267394211489888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/changes-to-my-blog.html' title='Changes to My Blog...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4neC_85QXqY/Tv5FKDz9qoI/AAAAAAAAKvA/9jH_jkyLDls/s72-c/vintage-new-year-cards-farm-scene-with-sheep-and-snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6754666916537753962</id><published>2011-12-27T18:48:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:07:44.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My First Year in My Forever Home" by Tessy...</title><content type='html'>Hi!...  it's me, Tessy... 2011 started out as not a very good year for me...  I was lost, actually abandoned and running the streets...  then, something wonderful happened... Julie Marie and Jack found me, and took me to their, I mean our, home this past February...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtl9qcQrh58/Tvps2cQrgcI/AAAAAAAAKuo/tlMlDVQ02Zs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtl9qcQrh58/Tvps2cQrgcI/AAAAAAAAKuo/tlMlDVQ02Zs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690980761690931650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my mom in the photo below the first night I spent with them... I didn't know yet this would be my forever home... and neither did Julie Marie and Jack...  but they gave me some yummy food, some treats, a warm blankie and even bought me a toy raccoon... and Julie Marie just kissed me right on the nose all the time...  they tried to find my owners for two days...   when they finally tracked them down, my mama said she wanted to smack the #@&amp;amp;&amp;amp; out of them...  she made me cover my ears so I would not hear what she said, but I  don't think she liked them!...  I didn't either...  they were  mean, cruel rotten people...  but I am quickly forgetting all about them... that very next morning, my mama and daddy adopted me!...  my mama always says how much she loves happily~ever~after stories and I do too... I now live in my forever home... safe and loved... where no one will ever hurt me...  and I am given hugs and kisses and kind words... I love that even more than the doggie treats I get...   it is my dream come true!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-o8Ow2QHWY/TvpsuLWginI/AAAAAAAAKuc/BuS0KRBSyoQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00493t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-o8Ow2QHWY/TvpsuLWginI/AAAAAAAAKuc/BuS0KRBSyoQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00493t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690980619713022578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am an English Pointer and here I am showing my daddy how it is done when I saw a Quail in our backyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2T0k_bs5Xs/TvpsnGJdWkI/AAAAAAAAKuQ/BxlnfLNZyAA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2T0k_bs5Xs/TvpsnGJdWkI/AAAAAAAAKuQ/BxlnfLNZyAA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690980498057026114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mama thinks I am a fufu girl and bought me all pink things, collar, leash, ... made me a pink blankie...  my daddy rides a Harley, so he bought me this cool Harley teeshirt!...  when he says "show me some teeth" I do this!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-tJuNSp4zg/Tvpsg1oobnI/AAAAAAAAKuE/WbJBbghK3Hk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00745at.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-tJuNSp4zg/Tvpsg1oobnI/AAAAAAAAKuE/WbJBbghK3Hk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00745at.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690980390545157746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, my mama let me have my very own doggie bloggie giveaway!... I met some new furry friends who I love... it made me sooo happy!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7J9_guRpyc/TvpsV8fvomI/AAAAAAAAKt4/W1VXQ-Fdv80/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00541t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7J9_guRpyc/TvpsV8fvomI/AAAAAAAAKt4/W1VXQ-Fdv80/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00541t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690980203408368226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By March, I was completely settled in my forever home...  I had to have some surgery in February, but got all better...  here I am relaxing in our bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoc7jAmRJrc/TvpsOp44CSI/AAAAAAAAKts/_LCugStMSNY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00026at.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoc7jAmRJrc/TvpsOp44CSI/AAAAAAAAKts/_LCugStMSNY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00026at.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690980078154418466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April...  and I am posing in my Easter bonnet my mama made for me...  she says I am a girly~girl shabby~chic kind of doggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIueH86y19o/TvpsHuxg8HI/AAAAAAAAKtg/l4yFDYM10Uw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00839t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIueH86y19o/TvpsHuxg8HI/AAAAAAAAKtg/l4yFDYM10Uw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00839t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690979959206637682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; May brought lots of rain showers, so mama bought me this cool slicker to keep me dry on our walks down the trail...  I love the trail!...  there are alot of critters to see and I can run and jump and play...  my mama runs and jumps and plays with me... we  act silly alot... I love my mama too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxG6gI211r0/TvpsBkkrcvI/AAAAAAAAKtU/uv5tlTgwhUs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00298t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SxG6gI211r0/TvpsBkkrcvI/AAAAAAAAKtU/uv5tlTgwhUs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00298t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690979853389230834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In June I got to help with her flowers and gardens...  here I am taking time to smell the roses...  well, actually to smell the Heartsease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ebeEn3Adiw/Tvpr754e5xI/AAAAAAAAKtI/cIb5GozzxdA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00251t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ebeEn3Adiw/Tvpr754e5xI/AAAAAAAAKtI/cIb5GozzxdA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00251t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690979756030224146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;July...  I am wearing my stars and stripes doggie bandana for the Fourth of July...  I am proud to be an American!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2uJJjkrtb0/Tvpr2X0EWYI/AAAAAAAAKs8/Kr-3MjcvrXQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00224t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2uJJjkrtb0/Tvpr2X0EWYI/AAAAAAAAKs8/Kr-3MjcvrXQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00224t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690979660985555330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August...  it was sooo hot, so my mama bought me a little wading pool for our back porch...  it's fun!...  I can drink water right out of it too!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B2QnEyFFjqk/Tvprw7t3vpI/AAAAAAAAKsw/M9conk9kEbA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00441tt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B2QnEyFFjqk/Tvprw7t3vpI/AAAAAAAAKsw/M9conk9kEbA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00441tt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690979567544024722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September...  my mama made all these cute doggie and kittie blankies and we walked down the trail to my doggie doctors office and donated them to help raise money for other little doggies and kitties who need a forever home...  alot of people donated for a chance to win, and it raised alot of money...  it made me feel so good!...  I love my doggie doctor too... he is a kind man who takes care of all God's creatures and loves us so much!...  he says I am beautiful...  inside and out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ts9ZpwchQgY/TvprrOV67VI/AAAAAAAAKsk/ykQmtv1wesg/s1600/IMAG0039tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ts9ZpwchQgY/TvprrOV67VI/AAAAAAAAKsk/ykQmtv1wesg/s400/IMAG0039tt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690979469464628562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;October was alot of fun!...  here I am in my pumpkin Halloween costume...  I got to greet the trick~or~treaters at the door and helped hand out treats...  I think Autumn is my favorite time of year...  it is just right walking down the trail with sunny skies and crisp fall days...  I got to watch "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown"...  I love Snoopy!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CvEsll1e0E/TvprMaz6E-I/AAAAAAAAKsY/AlW6UZvk3lc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00638t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_CvEsll1e0E/TvprMaz6E-I/AAAAAAAAKsY/AlW6UZvk3lc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00638t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690978940235682786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November it started getting really cold, so my mama bought me my new faux leopard coat...  when I walk down the trail, the Sheltie boys come over to see me...  they have a crush on me, and their daddy gives us all biscuits when I visit them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bv0aQnO3PGQ/TvprEftXqEI/AAAAAAAAKsM/AbvBmJ-GMf8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01042a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bv0aQnO3PGQ/TvprEftXqEI/AAAAAAAAKsM/AbvBmJ-GMf8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01042a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690978804111484994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December...  my mama told me all about the real meaning of Christmas...  I never knew all of these things before...  she said I was a gift from God...  and the best gift she could have received...  we talked about Santa Dog coming...  and here I am with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0jezRUNtwM/Tvpq8aIA0CI/AAAAAAAAKsA/NMEHTLr9hXM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00368t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0jezRUNtwM/Tvpq8aIA0CI/AAAAAAAAKsA/NMEHTLr9hXM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00368t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690978665173667874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched every day at the front door for Santa Dog...  I could hardly wait for Christmas!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9RiebWoRhI/TvpYfENyPEI/AAAAAAAAKr0/BVOuTafNIk8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9RiebWoRhI/TvpYfENyPEI/AAAAAAAAKr0/BVOuTafNIk8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690958369866792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He came!... he really did!... and I got toys, and treats...  and chewies...  and Cheez~its!...  those are my little critters my mama has bought for me this past year you can see laying on my bed...  I don't sleep in my bed at night though...  I sleep up on the BIG bed...  the one with roses all over the quilt...  and smushy pillows...  and my mama and daddy right there...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aHHID-dZuO0/TvpX7-6iGyI/AAAAAAAAKro/l_LqS_aEzQA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00792t.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9vS90PFwGk/TvpXzbOrsII/AAAAAAAAKrc/3XxdJhQKHDw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9vS90PFwGk/TvpXzbOrsII/AAAAAAAAKrc/3XxdJhQKHDw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690957620130328706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, that is my year of "firsts" in my forever home...  my mama and I want to wish you all a new year filled with as many blessings and as much love as I have received...  and that your story too starts out with "once upon a time" and ends with "they all lived happily~ever~after"... like mine... my mama always says a dream is a wish your heart makes...  my dreams have all come true...  I love you all...  xoxo...  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Christmas comes and goes so quickly... I love Christmas...  but I am not a winter person, and I don't like the cold... perhaps it is because I am a gardener... and I am missing my roses and violets...  my bleeding hearts and columbine... thus my thoughts turn to Spring... it is in my heart...  and on my mind... the days are already getting longer...  oh, maybe it is just a few minutes a day...  but never you mind...  they are getting longer...  I wait in giddy anticipation for my yearly seed catalogs to begin arriving in the mail...  it is still December... yes...  I know... but now  it is my quiet time...  time to plan and dream...  plot and scheme...  my gardens are deep in their winter slumber... but they too are already dreaming of Spring...  I wistfully picture my beautiful climbing red  roses that I planted from cuttings taken  from my very special little &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2009/06/haunting-passion.html"&gt;secret  place&lt;/a&gt; to my own  gardens several years ago to bloom their first blooms... they took root and last year began growing so much...  but no blooms yet... I daydream about my sweet wild violets... fast asleep in the icy~covered garden...yet I swear I can smell their heavenly parfum drifting through the chilly early morning air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8l9FGxynnc/TvejcYWPg9I/AAAAAAAAKrQ/BJKNSB4GuJE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00060fa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8l9FGxynnc/TvejcYWPg9I/AAAAAAAAKrQ/BJKNSB4GuJE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00060fa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690196362173318098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADbujoYNZno/TveWcPq-94I/AAAAAAAAKrE/LZm4gFwwucg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00060fr.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I head down my frost~covered  little stone paths in my winter boots... bare feet with the warmth of the Springtime sun on the stones is so much nicer ...  nevertheless...  I check my gardens often...  there is still so much more of winter to come... and I do not want to wish the time away...  but the promise of Spring calls out to me... perhaps the flower~fairies have left the sweetest little surprise of some kind for me there...  they love to tease you know...  gifting me with subtle little hints of the Spring to come... I gaze at my Fairy Rose...  the flower~fairies favorite place to frolic and  dance... through a hazy mist, it appears to be blooming...  I blink my eyes... I was certain  I saw their oh~so~soft palest~of~pink petals...  but  no, she is still fast asleep... and the fairies  have left no little gift for me... I could have sworn I saw the slightest movement out of the corner of my eye...  a tiny little sprite, I just know I did... but there are no little footprints in the garden... and no fairy dust to be seen... but then I already told you, the flower~fairies love to tease... then ever~so~softly I hear  the lilting sound of sweet laughter...  yes...  they ARE here...  but where... the winds are stirring now  and the air is bitter cold...  yet, my heart is warm and my soul content as I head back inside...  a nice warm cup of herb tea and my garden journal await... there are dreams to dream...  and plans to be made... as the flower~fairies laughter lingers in my mind... xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"O, wind, if winter comes&lt;br /&gt;can spring be far behind?" ~Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-2468139348354897509?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/2468139348354897509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=2468139348354897509' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2468139348354897509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2468139348354897509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/daydreaming-of-spring.html' title='Daydreaming of Spring...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8l9FGxynnc/TvejcYWPg9I/AAAAAAAAKrQ/BJKNSB4GuJE/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00060fa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-7085266683884544901</id><published>2011-12-24T05:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T05:59:14.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Twas the Night Before Christmas and All Through the House....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV9Gh2WC8gg/Tuz3FI3myLI/AAAAAAAAKmY/ChuhRVeGJ2s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV9Gh2WC8gg/Tuz3FI3myLI/AAAAAAAAKmY/ChuhRVeGJ2s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687192097114212530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not even a mouse"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-7085266683884544901?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/7085266683884544901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=7085266683884544901' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7085266683884544901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7085266683884544901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-night-before-christmas-and-all.html' title='&quot;Twas the Night Before Christmas and All Through the House....'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV9Gh2WC8gg/Tuz3FI3myLI/AAAAAAAAKmY/ChuhRVeGJ2s/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-1552016490344825651</id><published>2011-12-22T15:44:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:13:02.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill's and My Gift of Time Day...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the day my sister Jill and I had reservations at our favorite tearoom in Salt Lake City for afternoon tea, following a day of browsing through antiques shops...  I took some time off of blogging, to give myself the gift of time as well...  time to bake, make candy, wrap presents... all of the last minute things we all do just before Christmas...  this has honestly been one of the nicest years I have ever spent on these precious days before the big day...  I slowed down... which is hard for me... I am always going at warp speed, so many things I love to do, I don't want to waste a single moment in a day...  but this week...  my pace slowed down some...  and it felt so good!...  all of my cards were mailed in time... out of town packages mailed on time...  little gifts to neighbors all delivered... everything ready to prepare for our Christmas Eve and Christmas Day  dinners...  so, I decided to do one  more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmasy&lt;/span&gt; post, as after Christmas my thoughts turn to Spring...(yes, I love Christmas, but I don't like winter or cold)... it was an absolutely perfect day yesterday, in all ways...  here are Jill and I at my home getting ready to leave for our day together...  we both wore the pretty watch pendants I made for us out of our mama's vintage watches...  I know our mama is always close by, watching over us from above...  I am certain she  was there with us as well yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAKqZZhByTg/TvOmXl98nXI/AAAAAAAAKqs/96452NJMNbw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAKqZZhByTg/TvOmXl98nXI/AAAAAAAAKqs/96452NJMNbw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689073678558207346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had planned on browsing Antique Row in Salt Lake City...  a couple of blocks in downtown Salt Lake that is all antiques shops...  but the bitter temperatures made us change our mind, so we headed to our favorite inside antiques mall in Salt Lake City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy look in my eyes is probably me wondering what Jack would say if I brought this gorgeous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;candelabra&lt;/span&gt; style lamp home...  I absolutely loved it, and the price was right...  but I was not sure if I was ready for that "where is THAT going" look in Jack's eyes when I got home... perhaps I shall go back for it and sneak it in my crafts room... then one day, it will suddenly appear upstairs...  tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ov5dnehsIys/TvOmEegPJoI/AAAAAAAAKqU/ANdHy4Dpb2o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00602a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ov5dnehsIys/TvOmEegPJoI/AAAAAAAAKqU/ANdHy4Dpb2o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00602a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689073350137030274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know moi and vintage Christmas!... I am literally a kid in a candy store about it!... and there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much, I was in vintage Christmas heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpN8-E_E5nc/TvOl-z9NXwI/AAAAAAAAKqI/JDLOgfzEwqA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpN8-E_E5nc/TvOl-z9NXwI/AAAAAAAAKqI/JDLOgfzEwqA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689073252816477954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tresors&lt;/span&gt; brought back so many happy childhood memories for Jill and I...  we each remembered so many of these items... many we still have, some we do not...  I just wanted to tell the lady to bag it all up and charge it to me!  (but I refrained)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_8hCM0OhUA/TvOl5lqEXUI/AAAAAAAAKp8/ARszueipUfA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d_8hCM0OhUA/TvOl5lqEXUI/AAAAAAAAKp8/ARszueipUfA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689073163078753602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAWWNwNy3BE/TvOlzigipgI/AAAAAAAAKpw/oVD3INr0Vtc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAWWNwNy3BE/TvOlzigipgI/AAAAAAAAKpw/oVD3INr0Vtc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689073059154273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_o9wDtWWqs/TvOluLukx6I/AAAAAAAAKpk/SyLudQxDWYE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4_o9wDtWWqs/TvOluLukx6I/AAAAAAAAKpk/SyLudQxDWYE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072967139772322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj8esoQUIAY/TvOlpfPt9pI/AAAAAAAAKpY/3O9k-CAVxW0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj8esoQUIAY/TvOlpfPt9pI/AAAAAAAAKpY/3O9k-CAVxW0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072886479713938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The angels all sang out to me... so lovely... so teeny and sweet, I wanted them all...  Jill and I each picked out several small gifts for each other, as planned...  and headed to our reservation at the tearoom at 2 o'clock...  we could have spent hours...  no, days, in the antiques mall...  I am going back very soon!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVCYiOU4rtk/TvOlh6sKyOI/AAAAAAAAKpM/zJshGogyciM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RVCYiOU4rtk/TvOlh6sKyOI/AAAAAAAAKpM/zJshGogyciM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072756407847138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tea could not have been more perfect in every way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayzJ1X76W14/TvOlctUpfCI/AAAAAAAAKpA/RU0vlDwbFx8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayzJ1X76W14/TvOlctUpfCI/AAAAAAAAKpA/RU0vlDwbFx8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072666920188962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gorgeous tearoom  is in the heart of downtown Salt Lake City, and I found a parking spot right across the street...  the entire tearoom is decorated in exquisite antiques and vintage style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glP1K-QsMDo/TvOlW_thE_I/AAAAAAAAKo0/NNYYk2AInJM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glP1K-QsMDo/TvOlW_thE_I/AAAAAAAAKo0/NNYYk2AInJM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072568777118706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tea was served in these stunning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; teacups...  I bought a little gift set of teacup and saucer for Jill and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjQ7eV7sRS0/TvOlRVCjZrI/AAAAAAAAKoo/KZ6Ze7yeY58/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjQ7eV7sRS0/TvOlRVCjZrI/AAAAAAAAKoo/KZ6Ze7yeY58/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072471423280818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I chose Earl Grey tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rC51o7vs1Ko/TvOlLEEs0pI/AAAAAAAAKoc/Js4X2qqDt5I/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rC51o7vs1Ko/TvOlLEEs0pI/AAAAAAAAKoc/Js4X2qqDt5I/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072363789669010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill chose white wine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrBilqKmqU/TvOxXjqsbFI/AAAAAAAAKq4/HiOeG6zbtJs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00627t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrrBilqKmqU/TvOxXjqsbFI/AAAAAAAAKq4/HiOeG6zbtJs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00627t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689085772568489042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it beautiful!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXknvH-B-1U/TvOlFuKhgxI/AAAAAAAAKoQ/9t-d3b9RrL8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXknvH-B-1U/TvOlFuKhgxI/AAAAAAAAKoQ/9t-d3b9RrL8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072272009167634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tea sandwiches and  scones...  plenty of yummy jam for the warm scones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yef7iP8inU/TvOk_DAtQTI/AAAAAAAAKoE/7YgFL_1bVPM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00635t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Yef7iP8inU/TvOk_DAtQTI/AAAAAAAAKoE/7YgFL_1bVPM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00635t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072157346054450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pretty centerpiece of a flowering tea...  the little tea flower was placed in the glass, then hot water poured over it, and as we sipped tea and ate our sandwiches, the little flower slowly opened before our eyes...  so pretty!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSXgsVOz3iA/TvOk5PTF8MI/AAAAAAAAKn4/H17MqpjCwuE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSXgsVOz3iA/TvOk5PTF8MI/AAAAAAAAKn4/H17MqpjCwuE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689072057565180098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blackberries with whipped cream and chocolate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;petit&lt;/span&gt; fours for dessert...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yummers&lt;/span&gt;!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PfqiklhvU/TvOkzojYjQI/AAAAAAAAKns/fG1q23N-ca4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PfqiklhvU/TvOkzojYjQI/AAAAAAAAKns/fG1q23N-ca4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689071961265179906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hated to leave, and promised each other we would come back soon...  we had the cutest little waitress who made our time together so much fun!...  we giggled and laughed and enjoyed being together so much...  we have always been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;...  we still are, and we felt like little girls again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjBzkETsadY/TvOksbeJLNI/AAAAAAAAKng/Vi8dlRx5HXU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjBzkETsadY/TvOksbeJLNI/AAAAAAAAKng/Vi8dlRx5HXU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689071837494455506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill bought me this adorable little vintage angel and these two precious vintage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bottlebrush&lt;/span&gt; wreaths at the antiques mall...  we each have a gift to wrap and give each other on Christmas Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdXYsM937Ds/TvOklbJGqKI/AAAAAAAAKnU/twOpWZ9lhQ4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdXYsM937Ds/TvOklbJGqKI/AAAAAAAAKnU/twOpWZ9lhQ4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689071717147125922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Jill... I have not laughed so much in years and it really did seem like we were little girls once more...  excited over everything... having fun just being together... there is no greater gift we could have given each other than the day spent together...  I love you my little sister!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FKCr1KSDH4/TvOkeUFgA7I/AAAAAAAAKnI/33QrKj_ESmo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FKCr1KSDH4/TvOkeUFgA7I/AAAAAAAAKnI/33QrKj_ESmo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689071594993877938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was out with Tessy in the early morning hours today, I took this photo from our porch, looking in through the little panes in our window at our Nature  tree in the living room...  the little lights twinkled and sparkled so behind our sheer lace curtains....  I love how they they seem to say "come inside"... I love my home... it is warm and cosy... the smell of cinnamon bread  and peppermint tea is in the air... this is where my memories come to life and my dreams begin... my safe haven...  my darling Jack...  our 34&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Christmas together...  our first Christmas with our precious Tessy...  she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited!...  she and I  dressed up in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; leopard jackets and took yummy treats to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; doctor and his technicians... a cash donation and lots of toys  for kitties and doggies in his no~kill shelter...  Tessy asked if we can put out a plate of ham and Cheez~its for Santa Dog on Christmas Eve... (Tessy's favorites!)...  yes, Tessy and I talk all the time...  All of God's precious little creatures need to know the joys of Christmas too...  our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;birdfeeders&lt;/span&gt; are filled for our feathered friends, and apples and peanuts and cracked corn  are put out for the deer and other critters who call our home theirs as well...  time spent this week just exactly how I wanted to...  with those I love... and now, our time will be spent reflecting on the reason for the season...  the birth of our Saviour... thank you dear blogging friends for giving me the gift of your time as well each time you visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Idyllhours&lt;/span&gt;...  I wish you all a most beautiful and blessed Christmas...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-1552016490344825651?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/1552016490344825651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=1552016490344825651' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1552016490344825651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1552016490344825651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/jills-and-my-gift-of-time-day.html' title='Jill&apos;s and My Gift of Time Day...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oAKqZZhByTg/TvOmXl98nXI/AAAAAAAAKqs/96452NJMNbw/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6079418980116872964</id><published>2011-12-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T19:45:04.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Our Home to Yours...</title><content type='html'>Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvZ01C13qwA/TuwBfpx1qiI/AAAAAAAAKmM/2HIcIs3raOs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvZ01C13qwA/TuwBfpx1qiI/AAAAAAAAKmM/2HIcIs3raOs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686922072764557858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting my week of "The Gift of Time" to myself and my family...  see you all after Christmas!...  I hope you all have a most beautiful and blessed one...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6079418980116872964?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6079418980116872964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6079418980116872964' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6079418980116872964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6079418980116872964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-our-home-to-yours.html' title='From Our Home to Yours...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvZ01C13qwA/TuwBfpx1qiI/AAAAAAAAKmM/2HIcIs3raOs/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-2532070448904670155</id><published>2011-12-16T09:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:36:21.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"See the Little Children"...</title><content type='html'>Many of you know my dear friend Rebecca of "&lt;a href="http://rebecca-gatheryeroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Gathering Place&lt;/a&gt;"... and many of you have read her posts about her darling little granddaughter Miss K...  I have followed Miss K's stories through the past few years and one in particular really touched my heart...  you may read Rebecca's post about her &lt;a href="http://rebecca-gatheryeroses.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessed-is-giver.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;     Rebecca wrote of how dear little Miss K had been taunted and  teased in school and wondered why the other little girls did not like her... she wondered if she was not pretty enough... she did  not understand... my heart ached as I read this post...  I wanted to hold little Miss K close and tell her how pretty she is, inside and out, and that everything would be all right... I felt a special bond to this little girl I had never met... for I too was once a very shy, timid little girl...  taunted and teased... I   felt like I was not pretty enough either...  and wondered why I was not included in the other girls fun and games...  other than to be the target of their mean little spirits...  oh how I did not want Miss K to have to endure the things that I did...  so, I sent her a little package...  and a special letter, telling her she was loved by me...  after that, we became friends and "pen~pals" if you may...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RH3zrV5NCQ/TutpYkXcvnI/AAAAAAAAKmA/5erOMDLpv84/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RH3zrV5NCQ/TutpYkXcvnI/AAAAAAAAKmA/5erOMDLpv84/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754825285189234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, a beautiful gift arrived for me... actually two gifts... this beautiful pillow handmade by her nana, Rebecca, and chosen by Miss K especially for me...  the second gift...  the overwhelming feeling of joy in my heart that this little girl has given me...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e63gH33OFXA/TutpTKpob_I/AAAAAAAAKl0/o3S1pasYzeI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00532p.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luKIz87dQ8g/TutpN4-UqoI/AAAAAAAAKlo/69QgrewsGNk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luKIz87dQ8g/TutpN4-UqoI/AAAAAAAAKlo/69QgrewsGNk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754641838385794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two little girls... with hair of brown...  and pink  ribbons in their hair...  and dresses of pink (our favorite color!)...  Miss K in the photo below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IK-yqsa7-Tg/TutpIpRpYOI/AAAAAAAAKlc/rQS8eM9Xito/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00299a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IK-yqsa7-Tg/TutpIpRpYOI/AAAAAAAAKlc/rQS8eM9Xito/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00299a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754551725121762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me in the next photo, about the same age Miss K is now...  trust me...  my silk ribbon was pink and so was my dress my mama had sewn for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTlnIgP3TpA/TutpDdpSwPI/AAAAAAAAKlQ/00LR9Bd88oQ/s1600/Moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aTlnIgP3TpA/TutpDdpSwPI/AAAAAAAAKlQ/00LR9Bd88oQ/s400/Moi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686754462703730930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two shy  little girls...  so very far apart in age...  and in miles...  but so very close in  their hearts...  thank you Miss K, for both of my gifts...  love you more!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"See the little children laugh and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fantasy is such a common thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love is why the flowers grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Of all the red and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I wish they never had to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love can hurt them too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;See the little children laugh and sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;See the little children running by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Happiness is dancing in each eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And love is just a mountain tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Where angels learn to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;How could they know that angels fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Before they grow their wings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;See the little children running by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;See the little children on their way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Give them kisses, candy and today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow will be soon enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To know what we speak of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow will be soon enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To know the hurt of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;See the little children on their way" ~Nancy Sinatra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-2532070448904670155?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/2532070448904670155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=2532070448904670155' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2532070448904670155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2532070448904670155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/see-little-children.html' title='&quot;See the Little Children&quot;...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RH3zrV5NCQ/TutpYkXcvnI/AAAAAAAAKmA/5erOMDLpv84/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5363600549326894916</id><published>2011-12-15T16:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:24:39.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas Ten Days Before Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twas ten days before Christmas...  we were scared and alone...&lt;br /&gt;in the clearance bin at the crafts store...&lt;br /&gt;oh how we wanted a home...&lt;br /&gt;We'd heard tell &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/enchanted-christmas-tale.html"&gt;the Squirrels&lt;/a&gt; had a cozy chalet...&lt;br /&gt;in a Forest so lovely...  a safe haven to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjQrmxcTceM/TuqArGifGDI/AAAAAAAAKks/4hqQeMbBZWk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjQrmxcTceM/TuqArGifGDI/AAAAAAAAKks/4hqQeMbBZWk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686498957486659634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not cost much to buy us this day...&lt;br /&gt;the other critters were all sold and  gone now...&lt;br /&gt;so we began to pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHrlV2IJldA/TuqAmtJAryI/AAAAAAAAKkg/-7DoIXMk9xs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHrlV2IJldA/TuqAmtJAryI/AAAAAAAAKkg/-7DoIXMk9xs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686498881949445922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must stick together...&lt;br /&gt;through good times and bad...&lt;br /&gt;To take one not the other&lt;br /&gt;Would make us so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtbJE_vsCZ8/TuqAiag08PI/AAAAAAAAKkU/QyI-NyAtvf0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UtbJE_vsCZ8/TuqAiag08PI/AAAAAAAAKkU/QyI-NyAtvf0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686498808229589234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's talk of a lady..&lt;br /&gt;named Julie Marie...&lt;br /&gt;who loves all God's creatures...&lt;br /&gt;If only it could be...&lt;br /&gt;That she might come in...&lt;br /&gt;to the store on this day...&lt;br /&gt;and see our sweet faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'd steal her heart away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcPnqUpkIMo/TuqAchO2OtI/AAAAAAAAKkI/_VYahVC04qk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcPnqUpkIMo/TuqAchO2OtI/AAAAAAAAKkI/_VYahVC04qk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686498706954009298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then our hearts starting beating...&lt;br /&gt;at such a fast pace...&lt;br /&gt;as Julie Marie bought us...&lt;br /&gt;and gave us a place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A snow~covered Forest...&lt;br /&gt;with our own Christmas tree...&lt;br /&gt;fairytale dreams  do come true...&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Julie Marie"...  xoxo...  the Foxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5363600549326894916?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5363600549326894916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5363600549326894916' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5363600549326894916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5363600549326894916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-ten-days-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas Ten Days Before Christmas...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjQrmxcTceM/TuqArGifGDI/AAAAAAAAKks/4hqQeMbBZWk/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-3593573264948617519</id><published>2011-12-14T19:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:31:13.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Is softly carried on the wings of angels... who sprinkle love and joy...  peace and good will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3npWa9Ae9oM/TuoSLwupYXI/AAAAAAAAKj8/cSI70Hhr1cU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3npWa9Ae9oM/TuoSLwupYXI/AAAAAAAAKj8/cSI70Hhr1cU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686377472777085298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the spirit of Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPs2wCDTLLk/TulfED74L9I/AAAAAAAAKjw/Y6ljok6rnag/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00143e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPs2wCDTLLk/TulfED74L9I/AAAAAAAAKjw/Y6ljok6rnag/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00143e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686180527912529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all around the world...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-3593573264948617519?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/3593573264948617519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=3593573264948617519' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3593573264948617519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3593573264948617519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/magic-of-christmas.html' title='The Magic of Christmas...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3npWa9Ae9oM/TuoSLwupYXI/AAAAAAAAKj8/cSI70Hhr1cU/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6743982556359356063</id><published>2011-12-12T07:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:08:10.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While Visions of Sugarplums...</title><content type='html'>...danced in her head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZF8VLJarIs/TuYO6M1hOFI/AAAAAAAAKiE/s8wBFNG86mU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZF8VLJarIs/TuYO6M1hOFI/AAAAAAAAKiE/s8wBFNG86mU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685247972642732114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams my little Sugarplum...  Christmas is almost here...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6743982556359356063?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6743982556359356063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6743982556359356063' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6743982556359356063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6743982556359356063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/while-visions-of-sugarplums.html' title='While Visions of Sugarplums...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZF8VLJarIs/TuYO6M1hOFI/AAAAAAAAKiE/s8wBFNG86mU/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-228660925419074201</id><published>2011-12-12T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:49:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Candy...</title><content type='html'>Like everything else that brings back happy childhood memories, so do many of the candies of Christmas...  as you know, I never break traditions... so, without fail, I buy some of the candies we love each year that are still available that I remember as a child...  seems like they are getting harder and harder to find... here are a few of my favorites, and a few new ones too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTN2K3Ei-Vo/TufX5_2-OMI/AAAAAAAAKjY/6XN4Md3-hzc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTN2K3Ei-Vo/TufX5_2-OMI/AAAAAAAAKjY/6XN4Md3-hzc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750445973059778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fill all sorts of vintage pieces with yummy treats for guests (like Moi!)...  a vintage cut crystal candy dish ...  beautifully vintage etched crystal champagne glasses...  vintage crystal wine glasses...  they all make beautiful candy dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwnhil06qsQ/TufX18ftwEI/AAAAAAAAKjM/oGURcP4A8lQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwnhil06qsQ/TufX18ftwEI/AAAAAAAAKjM/oGURcP4A8lQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750376350728258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my most favorite are these darling old~fashioned Christmas tree peppermint nougats...  (it's still fun to pull the trees and make them longer, tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov-vXaFLtdQ/TufXuQPfPcI/AAAAAAAAKjA/ee0zjCgLq2s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov-vXaFLtdQ/TufXuQPfPcI/AAAAAAAAKjA/ee0zjCgLq2s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750244212424130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty old~fashioned Christmas rock candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDHEJcUEOls/TufXorSY8XI/AAAAAAAAKi0/GC20gtsTE_E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDHEJcUEOls/TufXorSY8XI/AAAAAAAAKi0/GC20gtsTE_E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750148393136498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filly and Ellie brought us this pretty little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kilner&lt;/span&gt; jar from London, filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rhubarb&lt;/span&gt; and custard sweets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4v5RI2xTHw/TufXjw8YV6I/AAAAAAAAKio/HCyuDGoA1bc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4v5RI2xTHw/TufXjw8YV6I/AAAAAAAAKio/HCyuDGoA1bc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685750064012089250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my newest addiction...  peppermint bark!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GyhlRWRv1CU/TufXf6x8nxI/AAAAAAAAKic/wr5m6l5OSn0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GyhlRWRv1CU/TufXf6x8nxI/AAAAAAAAKic/wr5m6l5OSn0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685749997933207314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This comes from Costco, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;... it is  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yummers&lt;/span&gt;!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueDUtuI1jdg/TufXcEaWqPI/AAAAAAAAKiQ/V_HY-yZnGmE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueDUtuI1jdg/TufXcEaWqPI/AAAAAAAAKiQ/V_HY-yZnGmE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685749931799128306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is a time for bringing cherished memories to life once more...  like helping mama make divinity and fudge when we were just little girls...  and making  candy wreaths to gift each neighbor...  homemade brownies and sugar cookies... red velvet cakes and pumpkin pies...  hard tack and caramels...  I love to be in my kitchen this time of year, donning a vintage apron and whipping up a batch of fudge...  or anxiously awaiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nutbread&lt;/span&gt; to come out of the oven...  I guess it isn't just the candy I love, but all of the goodies!... each and every bite is filled with cherished memories...  do you have a favorite traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; you make or buy each year?...  I hope it is  filled with happy memories too... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-228660925419074201?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/228660925419074201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=228660925419074201' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/228660925419074201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/228660925419074201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-never-met-christmas-candy-i-didnt.html' title='Christmas Candy...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTN2K3Ei-Vo/TufX5_2-OMI/AAAAAAAAKjY/6XN4Md3-hzc/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8724522567857620233</id><published>2011-12-10T06:53:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:58:36.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enchanted Christmas Tale...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUgBWfN314o/TuK3x-3ExZI/AAAAAAAAKgM/qnXVZEzDoAw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00358s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUgBWfN314o/TuK3x-3ExZI/AAAAAAAAKgM/qnXVZEzDoAw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00358s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684307749010458002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stockings were hung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN06i_mBwxM/TuKzaI7vExI/AAAAAAAAKfE/RplxVQlHj9Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00273fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JN06i_mBwxM/TuKzaI7vExI/AAAAAAAAKfE/RplxVQlHj9Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00273fc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684302941350990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the Forest with care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS6edbhisrs/TuKyBXxuETI/AAAAAAAAKe4/pzG9NFJRmdI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS6edbhisrs/TuKyBXxuETI/AAAAAAAAKe4/pzG9NFJRmdI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684301416327156018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they dreamt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSoomCdAJnE/TuK0YCEFYtI/AAAAAAAAKf0/aRtJOIAGKDM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00359s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rSoomCdAJnE/TuK0YCEFYtI/AAAAAAAAKf0/aRtJOIAGKDM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00359s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684304004658848466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That Saint Nicholas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfHsXzX_zgk/TuKx4AqFd5I/AAAAAAAAKes/fctYvnh0Its/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rfHsXzX_zgk/TuKx4AqFd5I/AAAAAAAAKes/fctYvnh0Its/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684301255502296978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shall visit them there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjC9mtCot-E/TuKxllDhuCI/AAAAAAAAKeg/TPlc1-Jg3_8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjC9mtCot-E/TuKxllDhuCI/AAAAAAAAKeg/TPlc1-Jg3_8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684300938855168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDd_HstcmJE/TuK2j7uNtrI/AAAAAAAAKgA/g3QJhWJgLrQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00271a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDd_HstcmJE/TuK2j7uNtrI/AAAAAAAAKgA/g3QJhWJgLrQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00271a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684306408138192562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you?...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8724522567857620233?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8724522567857620233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8724522567857620233' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8724522567857620233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8724522567857620233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/enchanted-christmas-tale.html' title='An Enchanted Christmas Tale...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUgBWfN314o/TuK3x-3ExZI/AAAAAAAAKgM/qnXVZEzDoAw/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00358s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-636211280628242595</id><published>2011-12-09T11:22:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:34:00.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And With a Broken Wing"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she still sings...&lt;br /&gt;She keeps an eye on the sky&lt;br /&gt;With a broken wing&lt;br /&gt;She carries her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Man you ought to see her fly" ~Martina McBride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAErhPT3rIo/TuJKHWiEB0I/AAAAAAAAKeI/Lh2ZFD_ZNBI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAErhPT3rIo/TuJKHWiEB0I/AAAAAAAAKeI/Lh2ZFD_ZNBI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684187169862977346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That precious angel is so very close to my heart... it was mine as a little girl...  I have had my ups and downs in life...  like my little angel...  and like most of you...  and seeing my little angel and listening to that beautiful song by Martina McBride makes me realize even more so the many blessings I have received throughout my life... my sweetheart Jack and the rest of my family being my most precious... I still sing...  and  "you ought to see me fly"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BOwj-N5ezU/TuJKCpsvQKI/AAAAAAAAKd8/oW8_NFNoPE4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BOwj-N5ezU/TuJKCpsvQKI/AAAAAAAAKd8/oW8_NFNoPE4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684187089108680866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My gorgeous mercury glass peacock from the 30's...  don't you just love her spun glass tail and her  beautiful crown of gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SImttfCXDc/TuJJ-fOwJxI/AAAAAAAAKdw/2O-7ArDNtVM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01618a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SImttfCXDc/TuJJ-fOwJxI/AAAAAAAAKdw/2O-7ArDNtVM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01618a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684187017579079442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pride and joy...  our vintage decorated tree...  not for materialistic reasons... but for the many precious memories it holds, both mine and those who have passed on and whose Christmas tresors found at estate sales  now live with me... there are literally hundreds of ornaments on and under our tree... nothing is newer than the very early 60's...  most are from the 30's, 40's and 50's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-NOLkQhq2Y/TuJJ4ax0dZI/AAAAAAAAKdk/CZn7LNkSaKU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-NOLkQhq2Y/TuJJ4ax0dZI/AAAAAAAAKdk/CZn7LNkSaKU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684186913304769938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful bisque angel from the 40's watches over from above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJmgYwjKKjg/TuJJziI83aI/AAAAAAAAKdY/guLaWt3ka9s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJmgYwjKKjg/TuJJziI83aI/AAAAAAAAKdY/guLaWt3ka9s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684186829381492130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet little Santa marked "Made in Japan " (1941~prior)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtLMNGPO6YI/TuJJa3PdGOI/AAAAAAAAKc0/0SEW8bUiotI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dtLMNGPO6YI/TuJJa3PdGOI/AAAAAAAAKc0/0SEW8bUiotI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684186405549185250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous indents from Poland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RE4q39O3xA/TuJJPTDyUqI/AAAAAAAAKco/ULbUpeugX7M/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RE4q39O3xA/TuJJPTDyUqI/AAAAAAAAKco/ULbUpeugX7M/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684186206858007202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C58bE2vA9KE/TuJJIFxTUhI/AAAAAAAAKcc/LsJ0_Pl59_c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C58bE2vA9KE/TuJJIFxTUhI/AAAAAAAAKcc/LsJ0_Pl59_c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684186083031732754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aolo8yxUrVM/TuJJDzGJP6I/AAAAAAAAKcQ/SWZwJBRsciY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aolo8yxUrVM/TuJJDzGJP6I/AAAAAAAAKcQ/SWZwJBRsciY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684186009299402658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A favorite mercury glass bell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz8UyTIUHHQ/TuJI_y9cTiI/AAAAAAAAKcE/8Yli1QHEnxE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz8UyTIUHHQ/TuJI_y9cTiI/AAAAAAAAKcE/8Yli1QHEnxE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185940543426082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darling little ornaments from Czechoslovakia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1f6jFR_aLCg/TuJI58YExaI/AAAAAAAAKb4/l5JXDH0L4g0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1f6jFR_aLCg/TuJI58YExaI/AAAAAAAAKb4/l5JXDH0L4g0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185839991834018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrO7jKEkEcU/TuJI1NTRKTI/AAAAAAAAKbs/quP2PiWy1Ww/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrO7jKEkEcU/TuJI1NTRKTI/AAAAAAAAKbs/quP2PiWy1Ww/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185758635731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7JOX-RMBlw/TuJIxvADG0I/AAAAAAAAKbg/eer-mT7ESLQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7JOX-RMBlw/TuJIxvADG0I/AAAAAAAAKbg/eer-mT7ESLQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185698962447170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MiIZS_6Y48/TuJItBeDA6I/AAAAAAAAKbU/b_dzur2u9R0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MiIZS_6Y48/TuJItBeDA6I/AAAAAAAAKbU/b_dzur2u9R0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185618020762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd-NXT394f8/TuJIo1O5ebI/AAAAAAAAKbI/yMlbLFv7KTc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jd-NXT394f8/TuJIo1O5ebI/AAAAAAAAKbI/yMlbLFv7KTc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185546016520626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YygELiqQgNw/TuJIjmh0IaI/AAAAAAAAKa8/seRXhyvYjvo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YygELiqQgNw/TuJIjmh0IaI/AAAAAAAAKa8/seRXhyvYjvo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185456169984418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mica covered "Silent Night"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVchT-drjFs/TuJIerl_FMI/AAAAAAAAKaw/YPH3hYPgsk8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MVchT-drjFs/TuJIerl_FMI/AAAAAAAAKaw/YPH3hYPgsk8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185371630310594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my many treasured birdies with spun glass tails from Western Germany...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRIpDc-QMLI/TuJIa-dhYGI/AAAAAAAAKak/CWuCVXpClyk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRIpDc-QMLI/TuJIa-dhYGI/AAAAAAAAKak/CWuCVXpClyk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185307975606370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A "tweet" little pair from Czechoslovakia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrRKN5o-tiM/TuJIPNU1I2I/AAAAAAAAKaY/_Kk-dPscWWs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrRKN5o-tiM/TuJIPNU1I2I/AAAAAAAAKaY/_Kk-dPscWWs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185105807254370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYy9EsfS5ak/TuJIJmynHqI/AAAAAAAAKaM/lnpx1dSobpU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYy9EsfS5ak/TuJIJmynHqI/AAAAAAAAKaM/lnpx1dSobpU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684185009563836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GAyy5TsxgXA/TuKgOhyMhtI/AAAAAAAAKeU/tZ_J1AveWvc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GAyy5TsxgXA/TuKgOhyMhtI/AAAAAAAAKeU/tZ_J1AveWvc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684281851142506194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK5LiRbXiTk/TuJIDkEzaYI/AAAAAAAAKaA/c3AeMrDBlJo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fK5LiRbXiTk/TuJIDkEzaYI/AAAAAAAAKaA/c3AeMrDBlJo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184905755617666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa and Mrs. Claus...  "Made in Japan"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLCr5siYMck/TuJH-Vo6nYI/AAAAAAAAKZ0/l76VNh0AIhQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLCr5siYMck/TuJH-Vo6nYI/AAAAAAAAKZ0/l76VNh0AIhQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184815981206914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A favorite old mercury glass elephant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGYagnNQsnY/TuJH4h6zbsI/AAAAAAAAKZo/TOCroZ1aCdg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGYagnNQsnY/TuJH4h6zbsI/AAAAAAAAKZo/TOCroZ1aCdg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184716198244034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mica frosted pinecones from "Occupied Japan"... (1945~1952) when Allied Forces still occupied Japan after the War...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0gOasr5xOQ/TuJH0dEFnYI/AAAAAAAAKZc/pZLdAOiYPtI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0gOasr5xOQ/TuJH0dEFnYI/AAAAAAAAKZc/pZLdAOiYPtI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184646175530370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous swirls from Poland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUp6PXcRRXM/TuJHvh93KDI/AAAAAAAAKZQ/4Iy3k6KlAuY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUp6PXcRRXM/TuJHvh93KDI/AAAAAAAAKZQ/4Iy3k6KlAuY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184561592248370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet flocked reindeer...  "Made in Japan"...  10 cents each some years ago at a local thrift shop...  one is missing an ear, but like any other of God's precious little creatures that needs extra care  that I love, I save them and love them even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCTxmPNYcow/TuJHpWhtbPI/AAAAAAAAKZE/FQ31z0JtVAU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCTxmPNYcow/TuJHpWhtbPI/AAAAAAAAKZE/FQ31z0JtVAU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184455442164978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cardboard reflectors from WWII times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6TD6G3RwCU/TuJHgO7ZJ8I/AAAAAAAAKY4/ontbD-D1oAI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6TD6G3RwCU/TuJHgO7ZJ8I/AAAAAAAAKY4/ontbD-D1oAI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184298783582146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the War, the Office of Civilian Defense issued orders that Christmas lights were to be kept to a minimum and only on when families were home...  this was in compliance with saving energy during the War...  they were to be  quickly extinguished in the event of an air raid...  many homes placed these old reflectors behind their sparse set of lights, giving the appearance of many more on the tree as they reflected the beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-paTDvNDxijk/TuJHbqRv9gI/AAAAAAAAKYs/WfDMYeXeHbA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-paTDvNDxijk/TuJHbqRv9gI/AAAAAAAAKYs/WfDMYeXeHbA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184220225762818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My old reflectors are retired now... and sit happily beneath our vintage tree...  along with so many other wonderful tresors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mn5_ht2P5jY/TuJHTgCMCAI/AAAAAAAAKYg/dQlgwKYJKn8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mn5_ht2P5jY/TuJHTgCMCAI/AAAAAAAAKYg/dQlgwKYJKn8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684184080037185538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The spirit of Christmas is everywhere in our home...  but nowhere do I feel it more than sitting in our den and gazing at this tree... I am flooded with memories of Christmases past...  and hopes and dreams of Christmases to come...each and every vintage ornament speaks softly to me...  I say it every year and will say it once more...  I always picture in my mind beautiful images of long ago...  and the wonderful families whose homes these heirlooms once adorned...  they are now a part of my family... as are the precious memories of those looking down from above...  I am hoping they enjoy seeing their Christmases come to life once more...  thank you Jack... for carrying all of these precious ornaments up the stairs for me... year after year... never once complaining...  for understanding how emotional I get over them...  and for taking a "sentimental journey" with me each Christmas... xoxo...  Linking this post this week to "What's It Wednesdays" at&lt;a href="http://ivyandelephants.blogspot.com/2011/12/victorian-dreams-whats-it-wednesday-3.html"&gt; Ivy and Elephants&lt;/a&gt; and  Vintage Inspiration Friday, Vintage Christmas at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/12/vintage-inspiration-friday-68-inspired.html"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He who has not Christmas in his heart&lt;br /&gt;will  never find it under a tree" ~Roy L. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-636211280628242595?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/636211280628242595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=636211280628242595' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/636211280628242595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/636211280628242595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-with-broken-wing.html' title='&quot;And With a Broken Wing&quot;...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAErhPT3rIo/TuJKHWiEB0I/AAAAAAAAKeI/Lh2ZFD_ZNBI/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-4994081475811181884</id><published>2011-12-07T14:52:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:36:25.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere in Time...</title><content type='html'>This year more than any other, I am enjoying what I have been posting about...  "the gift of time" that my family is all giving each other for Christmas this year... the  gift of time...  precious time spent with each other... time to enjoy being together, to  reminisce about Christmases past... childhood memories... simple pleasures... and of course the true meaning of Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Uyni-aGQc/Tt_WuWsatBI/AAAAAAAAKWQ/x3J1SaGwEYo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Uyni-aGQc/Tt_WuWsatBI/AAAAAAAAKWQ/x3J1SaGwEYo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683497346619061266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time passes by so very quickly... and the older I get, the more it seems to do so...  I want to grasp onto each precious moment with my family and not let go...  time has always been a precious tresor to me...  part of the reason I chose the name I did for my blog...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pI-_s54Qzms/Tt_Wpo49UlI/AAAAAAAAKWE/hj_j_c2q3q8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyJUm4CGZK4/Tt_WkMCWAeI/AAAAAAAAKV4/HiuWd_0W1as/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyJUm4CGZK4/Tt_WkMCWAeI/AAAAAAAAKV4/HiuWd_0W1as/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683497171959546338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents are both gone now, my guardian angels, along with my sister Jo...  the greatest gift each of them gave me throughout their lives was the precious  time spent with me... whether it was daddy sleigh~riding down our snow~covered hill at Christmas time with us, or mama letting us help bake Christmas cookies... or Jo's contagious laughter when we were together... these tender times are forever tucked away safely in my heart...  no one can ever take them away from me...  they only grow stronger as time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Wbvrq6UmY/Tt_WY_P4ioI/AAAAAAAAKVs/8gA40T6m6fM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0Wbvrq6UmY/Tt_WY_P4ioI/AAAAAAAAKVs/8gA40T6m6fM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683496979548113538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hours turn into days and the days turn into years...  how quickly things change over time... I am blessed with a family whose greatest pleasure in life was and is being together...  no matter what life throws my way, I shall never, ever be too busy to spend time with my loved ones...  as my thoughts drift away today, how I wish I could spend just one more day...  even one more hour with those in my family who have passed away...  I know they are always at my side...  and often I can even hear their gentle voices... yes...  they still are giving me the gift of time, through my dreams and my thoughts...  and my many memories I cling to...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PW3oAS1nUeI/Tt_WQbAwcRI/AAAAAAAAKVg/PHBWZnO-KsI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SelvxyhF5_s/Tt_OhEbl-DI/AAAAAAAAKVU/PvaQqX9Wg3c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SelvxyhF5_s/Tt_OhEbl-DI/AAAAAAAAKVU/PvaQqX9Wg3c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683488322285336626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am also giving myself the gift of time...  time spent sitting idly... letting myself totally relax...  not pressuring myself to hurry to do anything today...  gazing out my window from my desk as I lazily write in my Nature journal...  watching my Winter birds feeding at the suet I have hung for them...  a little Junco ever so carefully gathers seeds that have fallen to the ground...  our resident Blue Jay slowly decides which peanut to take...  picking up one, then another... then another before deciding which one is best...  our Cedar Waxwings...  slowing passing berries from the trees in our backyard down the line of birds...  from one to another...  until one of them eats the berry...  no hurries... there are plenty of berries for all...  I have learned much throughout my life from observing Nature and all God's precious little creatures... perhaps God's gift of time to me as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nature does not hurry&lt;br /&gt;yet everything is accomplished" ~ Lao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes...  I shall slow down... and take my time... with everything and everyone... learning from Nature that  everything will be accomplished...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...  I am linking this post to &lt;a href="http://ivyandelephants.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-it.html"&gt;Ivy and Elephants&lt;/a&gt; What's It Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-4994081475811181884?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/4994081475811181884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=4994081475811181884' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4994081475811181884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4994081475811181884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/somewhere-in-time.html' title='Somewhere in Time...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_Uyni-aGQc/Tt_WuWsatBI/AAAAAAAAKWQ/x3J1SaGwEYo/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-828546823921505988</id><published>2011-12-05T10:28:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:08:33.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas ...  Santas, Elves, Angels and Kneehuggers...</title><content type='html'>Hello and welcome to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Idyllhours&lt;/span&gt;...  today,  I want to share my vintage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Santas&lt;/span&gt;, elves, angels and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kneehuggers&lt;/span&gt;...  may I offer you a drink first?...  I have prepared an old~fashioned Christmas drink called a "Tom and Jerry" in my gorgeous little  "Made in Japan" (1941 or prior) Tom and Jerry  cups...  A Tom and Jerry is made with eggnog, brandy and rum...  I have changed the recipe just a tad...  (I left out the eggnog! tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;!)...  the finest brandies are true  Cognacs from the Cognac region of France...  so of course that is what I used, from the old bottle of Cognac my daddy brought home with him from the War... it  was a gift to him from the French government  when he was stationed in France during WWII...  (all right,  so the bottle has been empty for almost fifty years...  play along with me here, 'k?)... the darling little elves guarding the drinks were a gift from my sister Jill last year... they are Holt Howard, one of my all time favorite collectibles, and date back to the 50's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWAcswvDH90/TsfGdFH-MEI/AAAAAAAAKGU/0y3Ui1zIloQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01663hh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWAcswvDH90/TsfGdFH-MEI/AAAAAAAAKGU/0y3Ui1zIloQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01663hh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676724058217918530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also a gift from Jill is this precious little porcelain angel bell from the early 50's as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV27woK7ERk/TsfHYa36kGI/AAAAAAAAKGg/PXNeWdv23gI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FV27woK7ERk/TsfHYa36kGI/AAAAAAAAKGg/PXNeWdv23gI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676725077668434018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember when I was just a little girl and my mama would take my sisters and me into  Salt Lake City at Christmas time... we would get all dressed up in our very best clothes, which meant pretty dresses mama had sewn for us, white gloves, our little purses... mama looking stunning in her high heels and always carrying a beautiful bag...  ladies always dressed to the nines to go downtown in those days...  my, how times have changed... we were full of excitement and anticipation as we drove to Salt Lake City from our little town of Bountiful as it was a special treat for us...  it seemed sooo far away back then, when it is actually only about 15 miles south of us..  we would go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Auerbachs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ZCMI&lt;/span&gt;...  The Paris Department Store...  we felt like we were entering a magical fairyland, the Christmas decorations were all so elaborate and elegant back then...  my mama used to model for those stores before she met my daddy and I loved hearing the enchanting  stories she had to tell about those stores at Christmas time so many years before...  these precious memories of "the gift of time" my mama spent with us is so dear to my heart...   my sisters and I wondered how Santa could possibly be at all of them...  there he was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Auerbachs&lt;/span&gt;... then The Paris...  then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ZCMI&lt;/span&gt;...  mama told us some of them were Santa's "helpers"... were you told that too?...  hey, it worked for me...  anyway, I have a "helper" this year too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CljGHjFYHQ/Ttz9F8norvI/AAAAAAAAKUw/sbEoQJ4wI5o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00101t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9CljGHjFYHQ/Ttz9F8norvI/AAAAAAAAKUw/sbEoQJ4wI5o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00101t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682695108448268018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so many of my decorations have been placed on "higher ground" since this little face seems to think her mama has brought out new toys for her to play with... (Tessy thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kneehuggers&lt;/span&gt; are fun to snatch and run with)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuqJh1qpvak/TsfKrpajz6I/AAAAAAAAKGs/AB_FZF6Iplc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00159t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QuqJh1qpvak/TsfKrpajz6I/AAAAAAAAKGs/AB_FZF6Iplc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00159t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676728706524237730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No single vintage decoration says "Christmas"  to me more than the next one...  for as far back as I can remember as a little girl, this sweet Santa hung on our front porch, welcoming all to our home...  he is from the very early 50's and has been stapled in places to hold him together... a few dents and dings here and there... but, like me,  Santa is still smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DODnGpBMRJE/Tsr58H1D9yI/AAAAAAAAKO8/BvKB5lPvNjw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DODnGpBMRJE/Tsr58H1D9yI/AAAAAAAAKO8/BvKB5lPvNjw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677625091543004962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after all these many years, he still lights up!...  I would have to say this is my most treasured piece of vintage Christmas of all...  so many precious memories... loved ones now gone but forever close by in my heart...  we keep Santa inside now as I would cry if he was stolen or damaged...  he has a lifetime of stories to tell...  and yes, I shall take the  time to hear each and every one of them ... the magic of Christmas keeps his stories alive as the years go by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjKlQxpGia0/Tsr63sr6RQI/AAAAAAAAKPg/GW46SwPNPHo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xjKlQxpGia0/Tsr63sr6RQI/AAAAAAAAKPg/GW46SwPNPHo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677626115049014530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next Santa was a thrift store 50 cent find...  he has a little ornament on a pull cord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukor8NBb9iY/Tsr6JDEH09I/AAAAAAAAKPU/Ig4pWD-7-yY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ukor8NBb9iY/Tsr6JDEH09I/AAAAAAAAKPU/Ig4pWD-7-yY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677625313602294738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Made in Japan" (1941~prior) and still plays Silent Night...  the spirit of Christmas never leaves these treasured pieces of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb7As4QpjQw/Tsr6Dedg9OI/AAAAAAAAKPI/3KmYhSgJxXU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb7As4QpjQw/Tsr6Dedg9OI/AAAAAAAAKPI/3KmYhSgJxXU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677625217877341410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our mudrooms is a favorite gathering place for Santa and Mrs. Claus...  and their helpers...  all are from the 40's, 50's and early 60's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nctvTIydEik/TsaKS6jhohI/AAAAAAAAKE0/m6pSgGEFmng/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nctvTIydEik/TsaKS6jhohI/AAAAAAAAKE0/m6pSgGEFmng/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676376437907628562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this guy has had just a few too many "Tom and Jerry's" already...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zW-4mhx9QdY/TsaKLw0lCmI/AAAAAAAAKEo/oL7LT5M7q9I/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1WmoN0WAdc/TsaKB4lwzFI/AAAAAAAAKEc/tqkAcBsrjkA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d1WmoN0WAdc/TsaKB4lwzFI/AAAAAAAAKEc/tqkAcBsrjkA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676376145322363986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vintage Annalee Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus from the early 60's ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcvqvHdBBtM/TsaJ42lpxGI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/6E_dQ5IClk0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kcvqvHdBBtM/TsaJ42lpxGI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/6E_dQ5IClk0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676375990166209634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Annalee Santa from early 60's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRhBOv3I4XY/TsaJyqRuBSI/AAAAAAAAKEE/YBY21sG2po4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRhBOv3I4XY/TsaJyqRuBSI/AAAAAAAAKEE/YBY21sG2po4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676375883782161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annalee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Santas&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; adorable... this one is from 1963 ...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Annalees&lt;/span&gt; were originally made only in Meredith,  New Hampshire...  they are still made today, and I have many of the newer ones, but have only shown my vintage ones in this post...  (they are now made in China, so sad no longer made in the USA)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoCcXgSoE_U/TsaJqi0vIYI/AAAAAAAAKD4/wtoYGjGSCVw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoCcXgSoE_U/TsaJqi0vIYI/AAAAAAAAKD4/wtoYGjGSCVw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676375744342598018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precious little elves (Made in Japan 1941~prior)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWGJQY-IJ9U/TsaJiHQ7tYI/AAAAAAAAKDs/YRLOk_ozvns/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWGJQY-IJ9U/TsaJiHQ7tYI/AAAAAAAAKDs/YRLOk_ozvns/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676375599505716610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa and Mrs. Claus in their earlier years (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; skinnier!)...  did you know they had little ones?...  aren't they adorable!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktotK72UgXo/TsaJayD4P-I/AAAAAAAAKDg/H7yg1L3Guoc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktotK72UgXo/TsaJayD4P-I/AAAAAAAAKDg/H7yg1L3Guoc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676375473554735074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa getting a much deserved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;backrub&lt;/span&gt; from Mrs. Claus while his precious reindeer looks on... Annalee Santa and Mrs. Claus from early 1960's...     Santa's reindeer from 1965...   red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bottlebrush&lt;/span&gt; tree Made in Japan (1941~prior)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WVjs3tdiP0/TsaJHejHLkI/AAAAAAAAKDU/xRM66fmQcxo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WVjs3tdiP0/TsaJHejHLkI/AAAAAAAAKDU/xRM66fmQcxo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676375141899513410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kneehuggers&lt;/span&gt; all  got together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qa3CyXkw1EA/TskT65-ur5I/AAAAAAAAKHQ/HDKltKY3zRo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qa3CyXkw1EA/TskT65-ur5I/AAAAAAAAKHQ/HDKltKY3zRo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677090707994488722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They wanted to give you all a "group hug"!...  tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, yes, I already know I am a silly girl but I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun!... I will be  linking this post this week  to What's It Wednesdays with Patti and Paula at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ivyandelephants.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-it.html"&gt;Ivy and Elephants&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; and Vintage Inspiration Fridays, Vintage Christmas with Debra  at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-block-party-vintage.html"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;.. are you in the Christmas spirit yet?...   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He who  has not Christmas in his heart&lt;br /&gt;will never find it under a tree" ~ Roy L. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-828546823921505988?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/828546823921505988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=828546823921505988' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/828546823921505988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/828546823921505988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/vintage-christmas-santas-elves-angels.html' title='Vintage Christmas ...  Santas, Elves, Angels and Kneehuggers...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VWAcswvDH90/TsfGdFH-MEI/AAAAAAAAKGU/0y3Ui1zIloQ/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01663hh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8557370421485468349</id><published>2011-12-03T19:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:08:58.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby...  Forgot to Mention One Little Thing...</title><content type='html'>Hi it's me, Tessy... I have been listening to Eartha Kitt all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npVpz3S0gL8/TtrPlOtfDPI/AAAAAAAAKUk/VbbraTFeqPI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00101t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npVpz3S0gL8/TtrPlOtfDPI/AAAAAAAAKUk/VbbraTFeqPI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00101t.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682082118392286450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope Santa Baby has been listening too... after all, this is my first Christmas in my forever home...  I was a little lost stray until Julie Marie  and Jack rescued me this past Spring...  my mama says I was Heaven sent...  so I must have been an angel all year, Santa Baby... so hurry down the chimney tonight... hurry down the chimney tonight...  (is it Christmas yet?????)... xoxo...  Tessy   (Linking this post to &lt;a href="http://bunnyjeansdecorandmore.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-pet-parade.html"&gt;Pet Parade here&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ3NZFXAXLM/TtrPgerscwI/AAAAAAAAKUY/9EXEROKNoi0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00098t.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8557370421485468349?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8557370421485468349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8557370421485468349' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8557370421485468349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8557370421485468349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-baby-forgot-to-mention-one-little.html' title='Santa Baby...  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Part Two...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the terrible winds from the previous two days had subsided enough that my two nieces and I went for an afternoon of shopping... (the winds are back today but only 55 mph not 100 mph+ like they were)...  the downed trees and property damage from the hurricane force winds saddened us to see...  but we were determined to keep our positive outlooks on life, saying a prayer for those affected... today was our "gift of time" day to each other...  I posted previously &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-some-pretty-things-i-made.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; about my sister and I giving each other the gift of time this year for Christmas...  we are spending an entire day together closer to Christmas, taking afternoon tea in Salt Lake City at our favorite tea room and browsing Antique Row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqUvS2BWfB8/TtpQCcNFovI/AAAAAAAAKUM/GJ4i16uZrH0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00127hg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqUvS2BWfB8/TtpQCcNFovI/AAAAAAAAKUM/GJ4i16uZrH0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00127hg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681941882742350578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my girls...  my nieces...  my loves...  Filly on the left and Liz on the right...  this is my very favorite photo of the two of them...  they were dining in Le Jules Verne Restaurant in the Eiffel Tower...  love the lights of Paris in the background...  my sister and brother~in~law gave their beautiful daughters a once~in~a~lifetime trip to Europe when they both graduated from the University of Utah several years back...  I am their other~mother, I love these girls soo much!... Filly lives in London now and is here for a visit for several weeks... Liz lives in the little town of Bountiful that I grew up in which borders my little town I live in now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nf7nYFJrAzA/TtpP8Of_7AI/AAAAAAAAKUA/-UVD8PeW4lA/s1600/Girls%2Bin%2BParis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nf7nYFJrAzA/TtpP8Of_7AI/AAAAAAAAKUA/-UVD8PeW4lA/s400/Girls%2Bin%2BParis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681941775984356354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday as we were shopping, they surprised me with this most stunning gift... so carefully chosen for me for today, our gift of time day... I collect Ormolu tresors and this stunning hourglass is just so exquisite to add to my collection and enjoy...  even more so as it came from my girls...  spending precious time with them is my favorite thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tov0ICttaQE/TtpP3CR8oOI/AAAAAAAAKT0/tCbuPlEsFfA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00118hg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tov0ICttaQE/TtpP3CR8oOI/AAAAAAAAKT0/tCbuPlEsFfA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00118hg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681941686804848866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the intricate details on the top...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQcQ9vTw38U/TtpPvfY2pUI/AAAAAAAAKTo/GAKXTDbjf9Y/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00120hg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQcQ9vTw38U/TtpPvfY2pUI/AAAAAAAAKTo/GAKXTDbjf9Y/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00120hg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681941557179491650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And equally stunning on the bottom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4QMIUMKIL8/TtpPpwxnlLI/AAAAAAAAKTc/UO53IQm1DBs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00122hg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4QMIUMKIL8/TtpPpwxnlLI/AAAAAAAAKTc/UO53IQm1DBs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00122hg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681941458767549618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merci Filly and Liz!...  Je t'aime...  bisous... Juju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8793836665481791482?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8793836665481791482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8793836665481791482' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8793836665481791482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8793836665481791482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/gift-of-time-part-two.html' title='The Gift  of Time...  Part Two...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqUvS2BWfB8/TtpQCcNFovI/AAAAAAAAKUM/GJ4i16uZrH0/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00127hg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5884140258527575277</id><published>2011-12-02T08:58:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:48:45.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas, Putz Houses, Guardian Angels and Thankful for a Brand New Day...</title><content type='html'>This morning I am thankful for my guardian angels who watched over us yesterday during our massive hurricane force  winds here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt;...  (see my previous post which I have updated this morning)...  I know I have many guardian angels watching over us, and yesterday was no exception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nF1cAgpNlvY/Ttjxc16DgOI/AAAAAAAAKTQ/fFhRQH49E7o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nF1cAgpNlvY/Ttjxc16DgOI/AAAAAAAAKTQ/fFhRQH49E7o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681556407737090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to remind you all of the Vintage Christmas Fridays party at Debra's at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/12/vintage-inspiration-friday-66-toile.html?utm_source=BP_recent"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;...  my post for today's party is just prior to last nights post, you can find it  &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-putz-houses-and.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...  I hope you enjoy seeing my collection of vintage Putz houses and bottle brush trees...  I have received many emails and inquires about my collections, lots of questions and offers to purchase mine...  sorry, mine are not for sale...  but I do encourage you to do your homework if you are buying these little vintage treasures...  there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many reproductions out there these days...  and they are just adorable... BUT, especially on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, I am seeing them being listed as "vintage" from the 30's, 40's and 50's, which they are not...  I have given some tips in &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-putz-houses-and.html"&gt;that post&lt;/a&gt; about how to help you identify the truly vintage ones...  I have said before I am certainly no expert, but after a lifetime of collecting and hours of research, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; in my knowledge of  the difference in the vintage ones or reproductions...  if you love the reproduction ones, buy them!...  I have many of the newer ones too, (not featured in my vintage posts)... but be careful not to pay the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exorbitant&lt;/span&gt; prices some unscrupulous sellers are asking by listing them as vintage...  hopefully my little tips will help you and I am most happy to answer you in an email... not being pompous here...  it's just that I do not want to see anyone thinking they are buying vintage when they are not...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5884140258527575277?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5884140258527575277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5884140258527575277' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5884140258527575277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5884140258527575277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/vintage-christmas-fridayguardian-angels.html' title='Vintage Christmas, Putz Houses, Guardian Angels and Thankful for a Brand New Day...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nF1cAgpNlvY/Ttjxc16DgOI/AAAAAAAAKTQ/fFhRQH49E7o/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-1888978563002976790</id><published>2011-12-01T17:36:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:44:54.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for My Little Town Tonight...</title><content type='html'>Tonight my little town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is under a state of emergency due to hurricane force winds in excess of 100 mph.  Power off most of time, on briefly, all of my family is okay, but my little town looks like a war zone...  trains blown over, power lines down, semis blown over, Interstate 15 closed, schools closed, numerous gas leaks from uprooted trees, one home burned completely to the ground... numerous accidents and injuries...  praying for my little town and the little surrounding towns tonight... my sister lost one of her 30 year old pine trees that was almost 100 feet tall... thankfully, it did not fall on their home...  the Bountiful Cemetery where my loved ones are buried has had almost all of the 100+ year old trees uprooted and many headstones pulled out as well...  I am praying my family's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gravesites&lt;/span&gt; are okay...  I am unable to get out to go there as the winds are still too high and dangerous and the towns are all dark with numerous power outages...  I would appreciate any prayers...    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Friday am...  the winds have calmed down and now the massive cleanup in Centerville begins...  thank you all so much for your thoughts and prayers...  as far as I have heard, there were no fatalities and no life~threatening injuries, just so much property damage...  the folks here in Centerville and the surrounding little towns are very strong~willed and will begin the cleanup with a positive attitude and thankful to God that no one was seriously injured or killed...  my heart goes out to those who lost their home through fire caused by downed power lines or gas leaks... and to all who suffered major property damage...  thank you all once more for your prayers...  xoxo...  Julie Marie  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-1888978563002976790?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/1888978563002976790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=1888978563002976790' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1888978563002976790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1888978563002976790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/12/praying-for-my-little-town-tonight.html' title='Praying for My Little Town Tonight...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8194532382834672095</id><published>2011-11-28T05:57:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:09:48.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas ...  Putz Houses and Bottlebrush Trees...</title><content type='html'>Hello...  and welcome to Idyllhours... some of you may have seen my vintage Christmas treasures before and heard my stories about them...  but I hope you will enjoy seeing them again... I have collected vintage Christmas since I was a little girl...  many of my things are from my childhood... and many gathered throughout the years...  I am so sentimental and have such precious memories of Christmases past... both mine and the images in my mind of those who have passed on and whose vintage Christmas treasures I have found at estate sales and  now live with me... each and every one softly speaks to me...  the precious  stories they have to tell!...  shhh...  listen closely...  to the beautiful memories of Christmas from days~gone~by... I always say that I love to think that those whose treasures I now call my own, are looking down at them from Heaven and smiling... reminiscing about Christmases of long ago...  knowing I will take care of them and they will continue making new Christmas  memories with me and my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSLqyA9xAzU/TsBp3TRPRKI/AAAAAAAAKB0/WZ8IUIC8N84/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01403a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSLqyA9xAzU/TsBp3TRPRKI/AAAAAAAAKB0/WZ8IUIC8N84/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01403a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651929273124002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I want to share my collection of vintage Putz houses and bottlebrush trees...  Putz houses originated in Germany... the word "Putzen" meaning to decorate or adorn...  lavish little villages were set up at Christmas time often with a little train layout  as well... shortly thereafter, Japan began making the little villages and exporting them to the United States... my collection is almost entirely marked "Made in Japan" placing it between 1921~1941, prior to WWII... those made after the War were placed on larger cardboard bases, where mine are all on flat cardboard...  that, along with the markings on the bottoms,  is one of the ways to help you determine the age of your Putz houses...  all of the little houses in the photo above belonged to me as a little girl...  as well as the bottle brush trees, with the exception of the red one, which I purchased at a tag sale some years ago...  one of my very favorite pieces is my little church below...  like the others, it was mine as a child... I remember buying the little handcarved wooden  angels as if it were yesterday...  they were 25 cents each back then...  I had to save up my allowance to buy them at a little gift shop in downtown Bountiful...  one has a broken wing...  making her even more precious to me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lgi_kGmlyk/TsBpy2KnAQI/AAAAAAAAKBo/Mh6rc7b-B_M/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lgi_kGmlyk/TsBpy2KnAQI/AAAAAAAAKBo/Mh6rc7b-B_M/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651852741214466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack always teases me about my "giant" deer in my little village...  he has built a wonderful model railroad layout  fashioned after the  '40s ... my favorite era in time...  so romantic back then... (I sometimes wish I would  have been born earlier than I was so I could have experienced those years) ... and of course his is all to scale...  mine is not!...  I love my giant celluloid deer...  my little old mirror is the lake, of course...  I could  not wait to set up my little mica covered  village as a child... and I am ten years old once more as I set it up these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuw4FnPPG6I/TsBpu_uYNkI/AAAAAAAAKBc/scovPRumwXs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nuw4FnPPG6I/TsBpu_uYNkI/AAAAAAAAKBc/scovPRumwXs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651786587682370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year was the first year we did not light up our little village...  the little houses started smelling hot with the bulbs in them, and I did not want to burn the village down...  my larger church has a teeny bulb inside and batteries in the bottom...  so it lights up for Midnight Mass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Rc3e5YAWg/TsBpqArqL8I/AAAAAAAAKBQ/YoJx1JmIiX4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Rc3e5YAWg/TsBpqArqL8I/AAAAAAAAKBQ/YoJx1JmIiX4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651700945366978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little green bottlebrush tree is so priceless to me!... shabby and worn... and so well ~loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1c5kcWv5mbM/TsBplGqb0hI/AAAAAAAAKBE/eLbwh6jhXXk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1c5kcWv5mbM/TsBplGqb0hI/AAAAAAAAKBE/eLbwh6jhXXk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651616651498002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know the difference between "Japan"and "Made in Japan"?...  well, as I stated above, "Made in Japan" puts your collectibles between 1921 and 1941...  "Japan" markings were used after 1941 and are used  to present day... the only exception to these markings are those marked "Occupied Japan" which dates from 1945~1952 when Allied Forces occupied Japan after the War ended...  my next little village was all from an estate sale I attended a number of years ago, with the exception of the two little blue houses and the one pink roofed one... those were a gift from my sister Jill last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ8L_2FqiIc/TsLu3gwDY9I/AAAAAAAAKCw/SFkjqL_rwkw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ8L_2FqiIc/TsLu3gwDY9I/AAAAAAAAKCw/SFkjqL_rwkw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675361117891945426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The estate was that of a military man who had served in WWII  and his wife who had each passed away... for the life of me, I cannot understand how family members can part with such precious things...  (I purchased so many wonderful treasures from this estate, including not only vintage Christmas, but  many pieces of WWII memorabilia)...  the little celluloid Santa in his sleigh is from the same estate and is one of my most prized decorations... it is from the early 50's...  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOIMEEBPNq4/TsBpW9rLV_I/AAAAAAAAKA4/PhZONkmHjZU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01373.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHv0bD54oQA/TsBpSZQmVhI/AAAAAAAAKAs/6kaKGCW769c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHv0bD54oQA/TsBpSZQmVhI/AAAAAAAAKAs/6kaKGCW769c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651295225894418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My three bottle brush trees below are much larger than most and extremely rare and hard to come by these days... these are about 10 inches tall, marked "Made in Japan" and still have the fabulous original mercury glass balls on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeQZmRGvKYE/TsBpLoXPL0I/AAAAAAAAKAg/KxL_bMZpUPk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeQZmRGvKYE/TsBpLoXPL0I/AAAAAAAAKAg/KxL_bMZpUPk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674651179021184834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These next Putz houses are original vintage ones, that my friend Janet at &lt;a href="http://shabbyfufu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shabbyfufu&lt;/a&gt; then puts her magical touch on and creates these stunning little  Christmas boxes...  I have purchased one each year for the past three years... sadly, she had none available this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKLS3qj7OeM/TsBo7acqi-I/AAAAAAAAKAU/uZtQTRrKqEU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01431c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKLS3qj7OeM/TsBo7acqi-I/AAAAAAAAKAU/uZtQTRrKqEU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01431c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674650900407946210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty in pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZQWsO885w/TsBo2FxEQ4I/AAAAAAAAKAI/BGLF1ILdcBI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01429c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9PZQWsO885w/TsBo2FxEQ4I/AAAAAAAAKAI/BGLF1ILdcBI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01429c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674650808957027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wotOFzJR1B4/TsBoxoZjIuI/AAAAAAAAJ_8/P0fy10bwakY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01430c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wotOFzJR1B4/TsBoxoZjIuI/AAAAAAAAJ_8/P0fy10bwakY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01430c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674650732354282210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm dreaming of a White Christmas"...  can't you just  hear Bing crooning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjiV6uhFsyI/TsBosv8VgEI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/QvvsNsTebb8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01438c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjiV6uhFsyI/TsBosv8VgEI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/QvvsNsTebb8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01438c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674650648479891522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet sister Jill gifted me with these beautiful vintage bottlebrush trees several years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eK3tISwqWwE/Ttjpq9uvMzI/AAAAAAAAKTE/RrK5_aOy2xg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01428c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eK3tISwqWwE/Ttjpq9uvMzI/AAAAAAAAKTE/RrK5_aOy2xg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01428c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681547854262252338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And also this gorgeous green one... all three were found by her in a quaint little antique store in San Juan Capistrano...  these colors are very hard to come by these days... thanks Jill!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edO_k-JnMac/TsBogSbOlII/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/Cq6xXRHJ8Ws/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01426c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edO_k-JnMac/TsBogSbOlII/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/Cq6xXRHJ8Ws/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01426c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674650434397967490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you enjoyed seeing my little vintage  Putz houses and trees... I am partying with Patti and Paula at &lt;a href="http://ivyandelephants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ivy and Elephants&lt;/a&gt; on " What's It Wednesdays"  and Debra at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/12/vintage-inspiration-friday-66-toile.html?utm_source=BP_recent"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; on "Vintage Inspiration Fridays, Vintage Christmas"...  hope you all will visit their blogs for links to all of the other party goers those days too!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8194532382834672095?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8194532382834672095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8194532382834672095' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8194532382834672095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8194532382834672095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-putz-houses-and.html' title='Vintage Christmas ...  Putz Houses and Bottlebrush Trees...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tSLqyA9xAzU/TsBp3TRPRKI/AAAAAAAAKB0/WZ8IUIC8N84/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01403a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-2564660236764369951</id><published>2011-11-27T12:11:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:09:25.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas...  Pretty in Pink...</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I have collected so much vintage Christmas and I love sharing it with you...   I thought I would show you one of my many  vintage decorated trees today... my pink tree (the tree itself is not vintage) all dressed up in my vintage oh~so~soft pale pink balls from the early 50's... these beauties were made by the Coby Company in the US.  I purchased all of them at an estate sale many years ago, all in their original boxes...  which I treasure almost as much as the ornaments themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMeaDffKy4I/TtKFDZ1DIBI/AAAAAAAAKSU/C4A5C_RoE6w/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMeaDffKy4I/TtKFDZ1DIBI/AAAAAAAAKSU/C4A5C_RoE6w/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679748373587107858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted this to be a girly~girly tree for me and Tessy (she is SUCH a little girly  Princess!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VY082ymYKs/TtKKrcoiXtI/AAAAAAAAKSs/wtv1M4z8-28/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00839a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9VY082ymYKs/TtKKrcoiXtI/AAAAAAAAKSs/wtv1M4z8-28/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00839a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679754559092842194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkn-XvU_nvU/TtKE-gnOu7I/AAAAAAAAKSI/QPp493XMF7E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hkn-XvU_nvU/TtKE-gnOu7I/AAAAAAAAKSI/QPp493XMF7E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679748289508850610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Underneath the tree are some exquisite gifts Santa may have brought a pretty lady those many years ago...  a satin glovebox to keep her finest gloves in... a vintage rhinestone brooch and earrings (these belonged to my mama)... some lavish French parfum...  a little silver trinket box...  and a stunning beaded evening bag... my mama bought me the bag when I was just a little girl...  she had bought one for herself to take to a Christmas party at the Officers Club at Ft. Douglas and I wanted to be just like her...  another of my most cherished possessions...  treasures from the past brought to life at Christmas time... holding precious memories always close to my heart... as I make beautiful new ones to tuck away with those from long ago...  xoxo...   I am linking  this post to &lt;a href="http://twenty-eight-0-five.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogger-block-christmas-tree-party-and.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+2805+%282805%29"&gt;2805&lt;/a&gt; today for the Christmas Blogger Block Party, Christmas Trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-2564660236764369951?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/2564660236764369951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=2564660236764369951' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2564660236764369951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2564660236764369951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-pretty-in-pink.html' title='Vintage Christmas...  Pretty in Pink...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMeaDffKy4I/TtKFDZ1DIBI/AAAAAAAAKSU/C4A5C_RoE6w/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8747778052449983835</id><published>2011-11-26T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:03:30.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pink Friday" Shopping  at Madeleine L'Amour...</title><content type='html'>I do not like crowds, so I never shop the sales at the big stores  on Black Friday...  but I did go to my friends El and Jen's beautiful boutique "&lt;a href="http://madeleinelamour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madeleine L'Amour&lt;/a&gt;" here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt; for their second annual "Pink Friday" sale and party... these ladies are both so adorable and their shop is just exquisite!...  their sale and party started at 10 am (plenty of time to get ready, have my morning coffee first, walk Tessy down the trail)...   I was still an "early bird" and was entered in their early bird drawing... they gave away five beautiful prizes and I won a pretty little flowered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coinpurse&lt;/span&gt;!...  everyone was also able to pick a lucky candy cane with a little note attached for up to 30 per cent off an item of choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWnwT4IlOBw/TtDskDWgwQI/AAAAAAAAKR8/yIwQjuSO80s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWnwT4IlOBw/TtDskDWgwQI/AAAAAAAAKR8/yIwQjuSO80s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679299234233368834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I counted the candy canes until I got to the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one... 13 is my lucky number...  mine was for 30 per cent off the item of choice...  ladies, what could I do?...  I HAD to buy this stunning handmade "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GlamBag&lt;/span&gt;" I fell in love with...  I simply had no choice...  it was fate...  meant to  be... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W71jsEhXXg8/TtDsdCNPPSI/AAAAAAAAKRw/ejno81_PlgQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01879.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReKsXEwnuu4/TtDsW5TfggI/AAAAAAAAKRk/M3hXRc91b8s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ReKsXEwnuu4/TtDsW5TfggI/AAAAAAAAKRk/M3hXRc91b8s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679299008198050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the most beautiful bag, perfect for the holidays (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anyday&lt;/span&gt;) made from the softest silks and velvets, with lace and a velvet flower...  lined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; in gorgeous leopard print velvet...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smooshy&lt;/span&gt; soft...  and so lightweight...  easy on the shoulder... when I came home and showed it to Jack he reminded me I had said I would buy no more purses after I splurged on my Louis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vuitton&lt;/span&gt; this summer...  I explained this was not a purse... this was a BAG... he rolled his eyes as he  snapped my picture with it...  I'm glad all you ladies know the difference between a purse and a bag...  I just had to have it... really... I did... it's not a purse Jack (back me up here girls!)...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8747778052449983835?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8747778052449983835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8747778052449983835' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8747778052449983835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8747778052449983835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/pink-friday-shopping-at-madeleine.html' title='&quot;Pink Friday&quot; Shopping  at Madeleine L&apos;Amour...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWnwT4IlOBw/TtDskDWgwQI/AAAAAAAAKR8/yIwQjuSO80s/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-7998115502698934343</id><published>2011-11-24T17:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:28:03.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel's Heavenly Home at Christmas~ time...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what a beautiful  angel's home is like at Christmas time?... come softly with me, and I shall take you there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqSwYar8wGM/Ts7WUfiBzrI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/a2ACeoh0xXM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqSwYar8wGM/Ts7WUfiBzrI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/a2ACeoh0xXM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678711827710725810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her home is soft and dreamy... shimmery and sparkly... right up to the star glistening high atop her gable...  a welcoming "Merry Christmas" she sprinkled with the finest silvery glittery angel dust... which of course is very similar to fairy dust as it holds magical dreams and wishes inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjt23aBe7a0/Ts7XA9-IHWI/AAAAAAAAKRA/I1I-YwCpdY0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gjt23aBe7a0/Ts7XA9-IHWI/AAAAAAAAKRA/I1I-YwCpdY0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678712591795887458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, this little atrium was "&lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2010/11/flower-fairys-home-at-christmas.html"&gt;A Flower Fairy's Home at Christmas&lt;/a&gt;"...  she graciously let her guardian angel reside in it this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PksXLAo730/Ts7WPF6NsOI/AAAAAAAAKQo/0qL0qA2mfzY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PksXLAo730/Ts7WPF6NsOI/AAAAAAAAKQo/0qL0qA2mfzY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678711734933500130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooh, look!...  her gate is open... let's step gingerly inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt55pc6sn8c/Ts7WJWhjCuI/AAAAAAAAKQc/FGboO8Vnls4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt55pc6sn8c/Ts7WJWhjCuI/AAAAAAAAKQc/FGboO8Vnls4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678711636314229474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiny frosted windowpanes and little trees all sugary~snowy coated... and look!...  a beautiful shimmering lake that reflects the silvery stars at night...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mXaDBS-d4Ok/Ts7V-7ZQVNI/AAAAAAAAKQQ/5aqNgu5-mos/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01830.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPj4OL1q1Vg/Ts7V39LTqLI/AAAAAAAAKQE/QdfgjlHpMx4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPj4OL1q1Vg/Ts7V39LTqLI/AAAAAAAAKQE/QdfgjlHpMx4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678711337452284082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful angel is outside...  I  hope she does not mind that we tiptoed in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EmSOr15HBE/Ts7VsnGMfXI/AAAAAAAAKP4/sq36dvPUifU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EmSOr15HBE/Ts7VsnGMfXI/AAAAAAAAKP4/sq36dvPUifU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678711142546701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite the contrary...  she is gifting us all with the Christmas spirit...  and sending us off with abundant blessings for this most beautiful time of year... xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-7998115502698934343?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/7998115502698934343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=7998115502698934343' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7998115502698934343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7998115502698934343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/angels-heavenly-home-at-christmas-time.html' title='An Angel&apos;s Heavenly Home at Christmas~ time...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqSwYar8wGM/Ts7WUfiBzrI/AAAAAAAAKQ0/a2ACeoh0xXM/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6729792384028586906</id><published>2011-11-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:50:49.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Wishes and My Giveaway Winner Announced...</title><content type='html'>Hello...  this morning Jack drew the winning name for my little Olde World Christmas giveaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mra_5cQhUA/Tsz5K9TExOI/AAAAAAAAKPs/QCAAaOdjSoI/s1600/Snoopy_thanksgiving_Cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mra_5cQhUA/Tsz5K9TExOI/AAAAAAAAKPs/QCAAaOdjSoI/s400/Snoopy_thanksgiving_Cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678187196855928034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The winner of the beautiful little Olde World Christmas ornament is Kit from &lt;a href="http://amontanalife.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Montana Life&lt;/a&gt;.  Congratulations Kit!...  Please email me with your address and I will send your little  gift right out!...  Wishing you all a beautiful and blessed Thanksgiving...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6729792384028586906?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6729792384028586906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6729792384028586906' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6729792384028586906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6729792384028586906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-wishes-and-my-giveaway.html' title='Thanksgiving Wishes and My Giveaway Winner Announced...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mra_5cQhUA/Tsz5K9TExOI/AAAAAAAAKPs/QCAAaOdjSoI/s72-c/Snoopy_thanksgiving_Cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-1064845507885438847</id><published>2011-11-21T06:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:45:05.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas Decorations All Up!...</title><content type='html'>Whew!...  ten days later and lots and lots of careful unwrapping all of my vintage Christmas decorating is finished!...  even extra vintage ornaments with no caps to hang them by find a home in a pretty basket with vintage doilies...  I just love these oh~so~soft pale pink balls from long ago...  I decorated an entire pink tree with nothing but these beautiful sweet tresors...  I will show my pink tree, along with my other trees when I join&lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt; Debra&lt;/a&gt; for Vintage Christmas Fridays the entire month of December...  we always turn our trees and lights on Thanksgiving night...  I am ready for the enchantment of the  Christmas Season to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYep9luOpU0/TspWyt9W-7I/AAAAAAAAKHc/m-fEoOVP0OI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01724h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYep9luOpU0/TspWyt9W-7I/AAAAAAAAKHc/m-fEoOVP0OI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01724h.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677445709584333746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, with my decorating all done, I will begin preparing for our Thanksgiving feast...  lots of goodies to bake and plans to make...  if you have not entered my Olde World Christmas giveaway, be sure to leave me a comment on the previous post only to enter...  I will post the winner on Wednesday November 23 (while  my pies are baking!)... have you begun your Christmas decorating yet?...   xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-1064845507885438847?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/1064845507885438847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=1064845507885438847' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1064845507885438847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/1064845507885438847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-decorations-all-up.html' title='Vintage Christmas Decorations All Up!...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYep9luOpU0/TspWyt9W-7I/AAAAAAAAKHc/m-fEoOVP0OI/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01724h.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8312352511192111509</id><published>2011-11-18T16:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T07:48:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Olde World Christmas Giveaway...</title><content type='html'>For at least forty years now, I have been going to a quaint little shop nearby called "Edelweiss" at Christmas time...  it is still  owned by the same  darling little German couple that first opened their door oh so many years ago...  it is open year~round and I shop there other times of the year as well...  but at Christmas time, it holds a certain magic about it that is like no other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vovEqEjOZU8/TsbflwKWA5I/AAAAAAAAKGI/l_AunDwaFII/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vovEqEjOZU8/TsbflwKWA5I/AAAAAAAAKGI/l_AunDwaFII/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676470220023530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year, I go about this time and purchase a beautiful new heirloom quality handblown glass bird for my bird tree...  "Inge~Glas" of Germany is  located in Neustadt  of northern Bavaria and continues the tradition of quality craftsmanship...  over 400 years of a family journey...   (my beautiful little bird tree in the photo below)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MF-pyFfx8QI/TsbffbNEoEI/AAAAAAAAKF8/w1lp4itHOf0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MF-pyFfx8QI/TsbffbNEoEI/AAAAAAAAKF8/w1lp4itHOf0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676470111318614082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step inside with me and be enchanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSS7WQX1SQ/Tsbfa6SwnqI/AAAAAAAAKFw/zPq5eAElNkk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNSS7WQX1SQ/Tsbfa6SwnqI/AAAAAAAAKFw/zPq5eAElNkk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676470033764621986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everywhere you look are the finest gifts from Europe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-FU6mKgWCs/TsbfSUjgf2I/AAAAAAAAKFk/yUBxtEcwRBk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-FU6mKgWCs/TsbfSUjgf2I/AAAAAAAAKFk/yUBxtEcwRBk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676469886195367778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Christmas time is like being in a fairytale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxLf364HUg8/TsbfOgpcO7I/AAAAAAAAKFY/oQK7sYBuVyY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fxLf364HUg8/TsbfOgpcO7I/AAAAAAAAKFY/oQK7sYBuVyY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676469820722002866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can tell from my recent posts, I am in the Christmas spirit!...  so, I would love to give one lucky blogger this exquisite olde~world Santa from  Inge~Glas...  he is wrapped in a beautiful little gift box with the history of the company on it...  a beautiful heirloom to pass down through the generations...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9SsAF8cNOM/TsbfKcKGphI/AAAAAAAAKFM/HnvX1dBQvYE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01675.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XXAmkTWz5M/TsbfGtT6nqI/AAAAAAAAKFA/eoP9lR4T_fg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XXAmkTWz5M/TsbfGtT6nqI/AAAAAAAAKFA/eoP9lR4T_fg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676469686682427042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My giveaways are simple...  just leave me a comment on this post only telling me you would love to win this tresor...  if you do not have a blog, please leave an email where I can contact you...  you have until midnight our time ( mountain time) on Tuesday November 22nd to comment and enter ...  I will have Jack draw the winner (from the comments on this post only) on Wednesday November 23rd so I can mail it out priority mail in plenty of time for your Christmas decorating... I am still busy with vintage Christmas decorations, and preparing for Thanksgiving... and my niece Filly is coming home for a visit from London on Monday and I can't wait to spend time with her!...good luck in my little giveaway!...xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8312352511192111509?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8312352511192111509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8312352511192111509' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8312352511192111509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8312352511192111509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-olde-world-christmas-giveaway.html' title='My Olde World Christmas Giveaway...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vovEqEjOZU8/TsbflwKWA5I/AAAAAAAAKGI/l_AunDwaFII/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-3694064252463911190</id><published>2011-11-15T20:20:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:01:05.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture This...</title><content type='html'>I've always loved taking photographs...  maybe that's part of why I like to blog so much...  taking photos and writing... ever since I was a little girl they have always been two of my favorite things to do... my first camera belonged to my grandfather Jules Arthur Vicknair, Sr. first...  then my daddy Jules Arthur Vicknair, Jr., then to me...  I used this precious camera for many, many years growing up...  it is an old Ansco box camera...  on the side it reads "Ansco Dollar Camera"...  to take a picture, you would  hold it about at your waist and look down into the view finder from above... you used the little  lever on the side to take the picture and you wound the film with the  silver winder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_wpgBM_LvE/TsMlMXyhYBI/AAAAAAAAKDI/CowCwltPdFo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_wpgBM_LvE/TsMlMXyhYBI/AAAAAAAAKDI/CowCwltPdFo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675420849891532818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little camera, circa 1910,  is retired  now and lives happily on a little table in my bedroom  with my treasured French Bible dated 1904... both of them now true antiques, over one hundred years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqFByBwhvI4/TsMlDulOFhI/AAAAAAAAKC8/V5bKmJT910E/s1600/Jules%2BSr%2Band%2BUncle%2BPierre022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqFByBwhvI4/TsMlDulOFhI/AAAAAAAAKC8/V5bKmJT910E/s400/Jules%2BSr%2Band%2BUncle%2BPierre022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675420701390935570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Grandfather Vicknair is on the right in the photo above and his brother, my Great~uncle Pierre Seraphin Vicknair on the left...  the epitome of French gentlemen... Je t'aime Grandpa and Uncle Pete...  Bisous...   I am linking this post to Debra's &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-inspiration-friday-64-snuggle.html?utm_source=BP_recent"&gt;Vintage Inspiration Fridays&lt;/a&gt; at Common Ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-3694064252463911190?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/3694064252463911190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=3694064252463911190' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3694064252463911190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3694064252463911190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/picture-this.html' title='Picture This...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_wpgBM_LvE/TsMlMXyhYBI/AAAAAAAAKDI/CowCwltPdFo/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-127627201940506735</id><published>2011-11-14T08:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:54:02.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas Continues ...  Closet Number Two...</title><content type='html'>Every year it starts out the same...  should I or shouldn't I get out ALL of my vintage Christmas decorations to use?... "all" means a lifetime of collecting vintage Christmas treasures, starting when I was just a little girl... Okay Monty, let's see what's behind door number 2...  (many of you are probably too young to remember "Let's Make a Deal")... yikes!...  I thought I had done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; already these past few days...  and I haven't even started on these or the trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_60EaI_WUlQ/TsEmtzRHP4I/AAAAAAAAKCY/he_7NDbUaLw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_60EaI_WUlQ/TsEmtzRHP4I/AAAAAAAAKCY/he_7NDbUaLw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674859573761490818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first closet of goodies I got out and showed you a few posts back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9RoTfR0svU/TsEmpRCz2TI/AAAAAAAAKCM/gAyW44qO0Ek/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01291c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9RoTfR0svU/TsEmpRCz2TI/AAAAAAAAKCM/gAyW44qO0Ek/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01291c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674859495855216946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack's and my conversations each year don't change much either...  they go sorta like this...  ME:  "Jack... whose dumb idea was it to get out ALL of the vintage Christmas again this year?...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excusez&lt;/span&gt;~moi?   it was  my idea?...  yes, yes, I suppose that would be me... but I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; tired  and it takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much time  to do it all...  oh... you remember me saying that before?... every year?...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... why does it take me so much longer each year you ask?...  well... maybe because I am getting older?...  no, you don't think that's it?...  you think it is because I get so excited over seeing each of my precious ornaments and decorations again?... and you think it is because I  linger over each one...  reminiscing...  or letting my thoughts carry me back to simpler gentler times...   perhaps imagining who once owned some of these heirlooms and what Christmas Day was like so very long ago?... then you tell me how you love to see my eyes light up as I gingerly unwrap each precious piece...  showing you even  the bits and pieces of tinsel in the bottom of the boxes...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;, Jack...  look!...  icicles just like the ones my sister Jill and I used to just "throw" on our tree when we were little girls after we got tired of hanging them one by one...  did I ever tell you that Jack?...  I did?...  about a thousand times?...  did I tell you my daddy used to laugh, and make us take off the clumps and hang them all one by one?...  told ya that too, huh?... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, look Jack...  a teeny little vintage star is in the bottom of this old box of ornaments...  did I ever tell you about the time...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;... I did?...  every year for the past 34 years?... but tell you again anyway...  okay, well one time when I was just a little girl..."  then he smiles and helps me carry all the boxes upstairs...  I love this guy so!... and he loves to see our home turned into a Winter Wonderland... Jack cherishes our collection as much as I do... as we hold tight to our memories and create new ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDUkpjUe3AQ/TsEmjtnqe6I/AAAAAAAAKCA/3uVWSOBzh_U/s1600/11-19-10%2Bvif%2Bparties%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDUkpjUe3AQ/TsEmjtnqe6I/AAAAAAAAKCA/3uVWSOBzh_U/s400/11-19-10%2Bvif%2Bparties%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674859400446770082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again this year, I will be joining Debra at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt; for Vintage Christmas Fridays the entire month of December...  I can hardly wait!...  besides posting my photos, I will share some info about collecting vintage Christmas... I am by no means an expert, but like everything else I collect, I ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of questions, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of research, and "hang out" with friends who also collect or friends who are reputable dealer in the antiques business...  and I am comfortable with the knowledge I have gained over the years that what I buy is truly vintage...  I hope you will join in Debra's parties as well!...  They are so much fun!...  (I hope she serves some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yummie&lt;/span&gt; treats!)...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-127627201940506735?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/127627201940506735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=127627201940506735' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/127627201940506735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/127627201940506735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-continues-closet.html' title='Vintage Christmas Continues ...  Closet Number Two...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_60EaI_WUlQ/TsEmtzRHP4I/AAAAAAAAKCY/he_7NDbUaLw/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8680360815958172991</id><published>2011-11-13T08:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:09:47.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahling...  If You've Got It...</title><content type='html'>Flaunt it!...  Hi, it's me...  Princess Tess... modeling my new fur coat (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;, of course!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UCqzdtIMdo/Tr_Y9yL1XpI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/xg5Rf4qsY_k/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01042a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UCqzdtIMdo/Tr_Y9yL1XpI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/xg5Rf4qsY_k/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01042a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674492611465141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have had snow, snow and more snow...  and naturally, I can't walk the trail in just any old rag...  especially when I walk past the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheltie&lt;/span&gt; boys house...  I think they have a crush on me... today, I am helping my mama with more vintage Christmas decorating...  you see, this is my first "real" Christmas in my forever home, so I am "helping" with everything...  my friend &lt;a href="http://myeverydaysparkles.blogspot.com/2011/11/enzo-gives-christmas-tour.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (who I have just a teeny crush on too) helps around his house as well...  he told me to look for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; birdies on trees... they are fun to play with!... thanks for the tip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt;...  I have spotted a few elves that look fun as well...  (what does it mean when my mama says "those are vintage Tessy... no...  play with your own critters and toys???)...  guess I'll find out...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mmmmwwwaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!...  (that's a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; kiss from me to you!)...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...  Tessy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8680360815958172991?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8680360815958172991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8680360815958172991' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8680360815958172991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8680360815958172991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/dahling-if-youve-got-it.html' title='Dahling...  If You&apos;ve Got It...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UCqzdtIMdo/Tr_Y9yL1XpI/AAAAAAAAJ_M/xg5Rf4qsY_k/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01042a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-4311115149317139149</id><published>2011-11-12T09:45:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:38:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petite Tresors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sOvlX3X0IBY/Tr6Z3qgUhGI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/iZBTahpCHkM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01118a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlG6rqdFhb0/Tr6ZxdUBpeI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/kQkb31CVHOM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01094a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlG6rqdFhb0/Tr6ZxdUBpeI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/kQkb31CVHOM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01094a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141655494665698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like everything else I collect, I fell in love with these precious petite tresors many years ago and my collection has grown through the years... salt dips and salt cellars were used from as far back as Medieval times through about the 1940's, mainly by wealthy families who lavishly used them on their dinner tables...  salt was considered a luxury in those days... it also was not iodized back then and would not pour from a box...  thus, salt cellars and salt dips were used to carefully spoon the salt onto  your meal...  most often a salt cellar, which is larger than a salt dip, was placed at the head of the table...  then, individual salt dips (sometimes called open salts or simply "salts") were placed at each table setting...  each with a tiny salt spoon... most of the little spoons are made from sterling silver with some silver plated ones... the head of the family usually filled the individual little dishes and passed them down the table... in the photo below, several of my purple pressed glass salt dips...  purple pressed glass dates to pre~ 1920... sometimes called "sun purple" it is actually not from the sun initially at all...  before 1921, manganese was used in the glass which caused it to discolor...  these little salts were once clear...  I love purple pressed glass and collect that as well in assorted beautiful other pieces...  it is true the longer it sits in the sun, the deeper purple it will become over the years...  also shown are some of my extra salt spoons...  the purple pressed glass piece in the top photo is a vintage toothpick holder I keep my extra salt spoons in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAIMH0_KzLE/Tr6Zr5WclhI/AAAAAAAAJ-o/RQH4ALrWr0k/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01096a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAIMH0_KzLE/Tr6Zr5WclhI/AAAAAAAAJ-o/RQH4ALrWr0k/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01096a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141559941797394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The teeny spoons are harder and harder to find these days... you won't like the reason any more than I do...  drug users buy them to use with their drugs... one of my dear friends who has been in the antiques business for over 50 years and from whom I have learned so much will not sell a spoon without a salt dip to unsavory looking individuals...  this has discouraged a number of the creeps from buying them for illegal purposes... below are some of my handpainted porcelain dips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1qE9SXFqnM/Tr6Zk00zCnI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/DGPM7SxBcDc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01095a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1qE9SXFqnM/Tr6Zk00zCnI/AAAAAAAAJ-c/DGPM7SxBcDc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01095a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141438467836530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister Jill gave me this gorgeous Depression glass dip and spoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHbE7xClTCw/Tr6ZgdcXPtI/AAAAAAAAJ-Q/M0JnL1wiBkk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01106a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHbE7xClTCw/Tr6ZgdcXPtI/AAAAAAAAJ-Q/M0JnL1wiBkk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01106a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141363471859410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another purple pressed glass one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8-CCsp2Mbs/Tr6ZZ747RhI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/yxsN5AqBqJw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01107a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8-CCsp2Mbs/Tr6ZZ747RhI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/yxsN5AqBqJw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01107a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141251385640466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just so petite and sparkly...  pure enchantment to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmUQj5bs_jI/Tr6ZSaRLFlI/AAAAAAAAJ94/OEi_vp4h8xA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01109a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmUQj5bs_jI/Tr6ZSaRLFlI/AAAAAAAAJ94/OEi_vp4h8xA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01109a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141122101450322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The larger of the two in the photo below is a salt cellar...  you can see the difference in size as it sits next to a salt dip...  salt cellars usually have a lid on them as well to keep the salt dry...  this beautiful salt cellar was also a gift from my precious sister, brought back to me from her recent trip to London where she found it in a wonderful old antiques shop in Painswick in the Cotswolds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dFdoaAZoQg/Tr6ZMdOMuEI/AAAAAAAAJ9s/GVCKIMf1qmI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01202a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dFdoaAZoQg/Tr6ZMdOMuEI/AAAAAAAAJ9s/GVCKIMf1qmI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01202a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674141019815065666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were my mamas... they are handpainted from Germany, and so very cherished by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxtqJsS2mx8/Tr6ZHF9LG5I/AAAAAAAAJ9g/Apq9dv0isj4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01203a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxtqJsS2mx8/Tr6ZHF9LG5I/AAAAAAAAJ9g/Apq9dv0isj4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01203a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674140927670295442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My celery dish and individual salt dips... handpainted "Nippon"...  so delicate and  lovely!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASMxGh98Xf0/Tr6ZA7W3IGI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/xOp-NTrrkXs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01206a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASMxGh98Xf0/Tr6ZA7W3IGI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/xOp-NTrrkXs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01206a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674140821746032738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this just the sweetest rose ever... about the early 1950's salt shakers were used in place of salt dips...  I think the little dishes were so much more romantic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sanqGJhEV_k/Tr6Y7Ogp-oI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/7MEFKi1VDDI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01207a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sanqGJhEV_k/Tr6Y7Ogp-oI/AAAAAAAAJ9I/7MEFKi1VDDI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01207a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674140723808172674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love them because they take me back to a gentler time...  I think I shall linger there a while longer...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXFY8saGcM8/Tr6YzeJ9krI/AAAAAAAAJ88/o9koPjhxD5g/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-4311115149317139149?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/4311115149317139149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=4311115149317139149' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4311115149317139149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4311115149317139149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-keeps-vintage-salt-dips-and-salt.html' title='Petite Tresors...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlG6rqdFhb0/Tr6ZxdUBpeI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/kQkb31CVHOM/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01094a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-387875769444245647</id><published>2011-11-11T19:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:02:01.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Christmas Touches My Heart...</title><content type='html'>So, I started getting out some of my vintage Christmas collection to start decorating with...  wow, seems just like yesterday that I was getting all of this stuff out...  and now, it is time once more...  I have to start decorating this early...  I have a lifetime of vintage Christmas I have collected, ever since I was a little girl...  if I don't start early, I would never have it all done to enjoy before Christmas... and this is just a part of my collection...  I have another whole closet I haven't even started on yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jJwrdFOoFA/Tr3M44E8myI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/FJuumc7dAxc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01291c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jJwrdFOoFA/Tr3M44E8myI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/FJuumc7dAxc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01291c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673916383054568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of my treasures were mine as a little girl...  even back then I took very good care of my things and saved them over the years...  I have added every year to my collection through estate sales, flea markets, thrift shops and gifts from my family...  I treasure hunt for vintage Christmas year round, not just this time of year... I am always amazed at a yard sale to see that Christmas decorations are one of the main things people around here part with...  I give them a forever home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH6-hzWZDXg/Tr3M0DNCG9I/AAAAAAAAJ8k/23eGMAQ7r08/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01295c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HH6-hzWZDXg/Tr3M0DNCG9I/AAAAAAAAJ8k/23eGMAQ7r08/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01295c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673916300141927378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this little guy from last year?... last year he begged me could they "please all come out again for Christmas"...  all the elves, Santas, angels, Putz houses, bottlebrush trees, candles...  vintage pink balls...  and so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ3rlnokTIs/Tr3Mu3PvF8I/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/QkSJOx7CW9s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01300c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ3rlnokTIs/Tr3Mu3PvF8I/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/QkSJOx7CW9s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01300c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673916211032692674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He did it to me again...  how could I say "no" to a face like that?...  I can't... just one more cup of coffee and I will start on the other closet...  besides, it is Tessy's first "real" Christmas in her forever home...  and putting out my vintage Christmas is a tradition... and I never break traditions...  and then there are the memories...  gently caressing each decoration as my thoughts drift away to Christmases past... and the stories my treasures could tell...  I shall listen closely... xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He who has not Christmas in his heart&lt;br /&gt;will  never find it under a tree" ~ Roy L. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-387875769444245647?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/387875769444245647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=387875769444245647' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/387875769444245647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/387875769444245647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-christmas-touches-my-heart.html' title='Vintage Christmas Touches My Heart...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jJwrdFOoFA/Tr3M44E8myI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/FJuumc7dAxc/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01291c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5823437550946936666</id><published>2011-11-11T09:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T09:04:25.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Deck the Harley With Boughs of Holly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ie7_O7PEOE/Tr1GGDtwGgI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/mg679P88kF4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ie7_O7PEOE/Tr1GGDtwGgI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/mg679P88kF4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673768175447054850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jack is going to kill me when he comes home from coffee...  fa la la la la...  la la, la la!"...  no, not really...  infact, he actually used the photo I took of his "Hog" decorated for Christmas last year to email as a Christmas card to all his buddies...  (little did he know he had glitter on his butt for about a month after Christmas every time he rode!)...  fa la la la la...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5823437550946936666?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5823437550946936666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5823437550946936666' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5823437550946936666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5823437550946936666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/deck-harley-with-boughs-of-holly.html' title='&quot;Deck the Harley With Boughs of Holly...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ie7_O7PEOE/Tr1GGDtwGgI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/mg679P88kF4/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-496281876087987664</id><published>2011-11-08T19:30:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:41:37.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Cadeau de la  France...</title><content type='html'>"A gift from France"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9SozndtoJA/TrnV5z3AYAI/AAAAAAAAJ2s/0g3ffONZWAY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01135fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9SozndtoJA/TrnV5z3AYAI/AAAAAAAAJ2s/0g3ffONZWAY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01135fc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672800394800029698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you follow my blog (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;merci&lt;/span&gt;!) then you know how very sentimental I am...  and the deep love I have for my family... and those in my family who have passed away...  my family heirlooms are displayed throughout our home...  beautiful reminders of the love my family all has for each other...  and always will...  I have posted this beautiful old Cognac bottle before...  last Christmas when I had decorated it for the Season...  today, it sits on my coffee table, decorated for Autumn and Thanksgiving...  it has many stories to tell...  listen...  quietly...  and perhaps  you too will hear gentle whispers from the past...  the elegant glasses are from a set I purchased several years ago at an estate sale of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tresors&lt;/span&gt; belonging to two beautiful, glamorous  sisters who lived in our little hometown of Bountiful  and who my sister Jill and I were enchanted by when we were little girls... I posted about these precious ladies  &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/search?q=sarong+sisters"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...  you may want to read their story...  beautiful memories fill my thoughts...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uWkMhDpnEw/TrnU9neg4cI/AAAAAAAAJ2g/Ahp-iFGoUZg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01126fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCzNyLhNe1E/TrnU21k1k8I/AAAAAAAAJ2U/242sxTnWBLQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01122fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCzNyLhNe1E/TrnU21k1k8I/AAAAAAAAJ2U/242sxTnWBLQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01122fc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672799244209460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In keeping with my wanting to post about Veteran's Day as well, I shall tell you the story of my precious bottle...  my daddy retired as a Colonel in the United States Army...  proudly serving our Country...  and a WWII Veteran... stationed in France, Belgium, and England during the War...  I was raised with the utmost respect and highest  regard for all of our Armed Forces... and am so very proud of my daddy... this beautiful bottle full of French Cognac was given to my daddy while he was in France... being of French heritage on my daddy's side of the family makes it even more cherished by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9APKc7R2_4/TrnUi3amrHI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/ilY4qrfkp54/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01127fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9APKc7R2_4/TrnUi3amrHI/AAAAAAAAJ2I/ilY4qrfkp54/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01127fc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798901106027634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTzZ_PIRUio/TrnUbgx6ZUI/AAAAAAAAJ18/oTKWK9IuA7M/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01130fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTzZ_PIRUio/TrnUbgx6ZUI/AAAAAAAAJ18/oTKWK9IuA7M/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01130fc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798774770689346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The label reads "Reserve for French and Allied Troops"...  a gift from the French government during the War...  daddy saved his and brought it home with him when he returned after the War ended... he saved it for his and my mama's twenty~fifth wedding anniversary to drink...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U_xERdkc5k0/TrnUVghRFZI/AAAAAAAAJ1w/Gv66wQoiqTU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01131fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ush0ZY7B7Js/TrnUBJVTREI/AAAAAAAAJ1k/7wSxdQOdoM8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01121fc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ush0ZY7B7Js/TrnUBJVTREI/AAAAAAAAJ1k/7wSxdQOdoM8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01121fc.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672798321800070210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  toast to  my daddy... and all of  our wonderful Veterans and all of our Armed Forces...  to those no longer with us...  those who are now retired... and those who currently serve...   I am linking this post to Debra's "All Things French" Vintage Inspiration Friday at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-inspiration-friday-63-all.html"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;...  be sure to visit her blog  and enter her  "All Things French" Giveaway too!... Bisous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-496281876087987664?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/496281876087987664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=496281876087987664' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/496281876087987664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/496281876087987664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/un-cadeau-de-la-france-and-veterans-day.html' title='Un Cadeau de la  France...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9SozndtoJA/TrnV5z3AYAI/AAAAAAAAJ2s/0g3ffONZWAY/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01135fc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-9112925506671771103</id><published>2011-11-06T18:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:52:29.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Times...</title><content type='html'>Several days ago, I did a post called "&lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/gift-of-time.html"&gt;The Gift of Time&lt;/a&gt;" where I posted about my sister Jill and I changing around our Christmas gift giving a bit this year...  since neither one of us "needs" one thing, and we both end up going a bit crazy and  spending way more than we should on each other,  we decided this year  to give each other "the gift of time"...  spending an entire day together...  browsing around Antique Row in Salt Lake City and taking afternoon tea at our favorite tea room... I am so excited at the thought of this I decided I wanted to make us each something special for that day to wear...  so many of you ladies are so talented at making pretty things, with shops and all...  I don't have a shop but I do love to make pretty things for me and my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy1XC2nXwC0/Trcr3VvRhzI/AAAAAAAAJ00/zsPfV_Fp9XE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01049a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy1XC2nXwC0/Trcr3VvRhzI/AAAAAAAAJ00/zsPfV_Fp9XE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01049a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672050485424654130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We both love jewelry and especially sparkly pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilOd1DLPv9o/Trcq1TEeBHI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/XFqTNETXxFk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01043a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilOd1DLPv9o/Trcq1TEeBHI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/XFqTNETXxFk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01043a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672049350836880498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I got into my stash of vintage jewelry and found two old, beautiful vintage  watches that belonged to our mama...  one had no band on it and one had a broken band on it...  but I knew they would be perfect for what I had in mind...  Jill usually wears silver jewelry while I usually wear gold...  so it was easy to decide who gets what...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sXuC7qheWgs/TrcqneW91rI/AAAAAAAAJ0Q/wJG5yrw0RQ8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01049a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZShzoiCjyU/TrcqcbJnEFI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/ZJ9sFXgOaCE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01061a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZShzoiCjyU/TrcqcbJnEFI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/ZJ9sFXgOaCE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01061a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672048923509198930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought some vintage looking blingy thingies in the jewelry making section  at Michaels, attached them with sterling silver and 14k gold filled jump rings to the bottom of the watches...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UdVarb_YXjk/TrcqVlCut5I/AAAAAAAAJz4/hHc0jBYBao0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01059a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzD_qhOg_nk/TrcqLTQFVCI/AAAAAAAAJzs/oP_IFUPHHik/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01066a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dzD_qhOg_nk/TrcqLTQFVCI/AAAAAAAAJzs/oP_IFUPHHik/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01066a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672048629331088418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I put Jill's silver one on a long sterling silver chain I bought at TJ Maxx today, and mine on a long gold chain I already had... and Voila!...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XFmPqkZOeU/TrcqEYJxKiI/AAAAAAAAJzg/jdRRM0a6AZU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01062a.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fn48T_xky8/Trcpzu0ZFsI/AAAAAAAAJzU/NKU5fzN81tU/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01016a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fn48T_xky8/Trcpzu0ZFsI/AAAAAAAAJzU/NKU5fzN81tU/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01016a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672048224414275266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait to give Jill hers tomorrow...  I hope she doesn't look at this post tonight!...  I am so pleased with how they turned out...  and they will always remind us of our upcoming day together, later in December closer to Christmas...  "the gift of time"... what could be better!...  xoxo...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monday...  I just gave my sister her pendant...  we both cried...  I think that means she  likes it!...    &lt;/span&gt;I am linking this post today to "What's It Wednesdays" at&lt;a href="http://ivyandelephants.blogspot.com/2011/12/victorian-dreams-whats-it-wednesday-3.html"&gt; Ivy and Elephants&lt;/a&gt;...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-9112925506671771103?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/9112925506671771103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=9112925506671771103' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/9112925506671771103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/9112925506671771103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-some-pretty-things-i-made.html' title='The Best of Times...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy1XC2nXwC0/Trcr3VvRhzI/AAAAAAAAJ00/zsPfV_Fp9XE/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01049a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-2313307682444022376</id><published>2011-11-05T18:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:43:20.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Tresor Tells a Story...</title><content type='html'>Do your cherished collections tell a story?...  mine do...  every precious little heirloom has a past...  and a story to tell... not just the ones that were in my family...  even those fabulous estate sale finds speak to me...  and I quietly  listen wistfully to what they have to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjSzvLpU0WQ/TrXR5tXDcQI/AAAAAAAAJy8/g1odRLvjdF4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00934a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjSzvLpU0WQ/TrXR5tXDcQI/AAAAAAAAJy8/g1odRLvjdF4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00934a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671670095102046466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful estate sale pearls...  why did no one in the family want them?...  I can never understand this... so delicate and lovely...  perhaps they belonged to a sweet little grandmother... who wore them everyday...  as grandmothers make every day truly special... yes, they are priceless to me now... I can almost picture the beautiful silver haired lady who wore them...  petite... but strong willed... kind and loving... so sad they did not stay in her family... but they are a part of my family now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1a0qiu9po/TrXR0jxIzfI/AAAAAAAAJyw/NrRfutmAx7Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00935a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wi1a0qiu9po/TrXR0jxIzfI/AAAAAAAAJyw/NrRfutmAx7Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00935a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671670006627749362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daddy's old silver cigarette lighter...  daddy quit smoking when he came home from WWII to his wife and daughter... my mama and my sister Jo...  so happy he quit way back then, even though no one knew the dangers of smoking then, he did not want to smoke around his family...  and lived to be 91 years young...  I miss you daddy... next to daddy's lighter, some of my mama's beautiful vintage rhinestone jewelry... a gorgeous brooch and earrings...  perhaps she wore them to a dance at the Officers Club at Ft. Douglas...  my daddy retired as a Colonel in the Army and they attended many dances and parties there...  my mama always dressed to the nines...  I loved watching her get ready for an evening out...  ladies were so elegant and feminine back then....  I wanted to be just like her...  I couldn't wait for them to get home and she would tell us all about the dance or dinner...  and describe what the other ladies were wearing... I miss you too mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-28DMQgSfHZA/TrXRt9EPLoI/AAAAAAAAJyk/G-SOzRaUCj0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00936a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-28DMQgSfHZA/TrXRt9EPLoI/AAAAAAAAJyk/G-SOzRaUCj0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00936a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669893159661186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vintage French parfum box purchased from a dear friend's shop... along with a petite crown...  (I am a self~appointed Princess you know)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZX_QpaC0Co/TrXRnapTsTI/AAAAAAAAJyY/cLR8ars3DU8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00940a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZX_QpaC0Co/TrXRnapTsTI/AAAAAAAAJyY/cLR8ars3DU8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00940a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669780840689970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An exquisite altered vintage  bottle... filled with lavender and adorned with a  sand dollar on the front...  made even more special for me by the old faded paper tag on the bottle...  it reads "May 1949"...  the month and year I was born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi3loKuvfYA/TrXRhazufJI/AAAAAAAAJyM/aPywsDMgzeI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00944a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi3loKuvfYA/TrXRhazufJI/AAAAAAAAJyM/aPywsDMgzeI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00944a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669677805173906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sealing wax stamp from when I was a little girl...  when I wrote letters to my grandmother, I always sealed them with sealing wax and this pretty stamp embossed in the wax...  such a simpler, gentler time back then...  I pictured my grandmother carefully opening my letter so as not to disturb the pretty design from the stamp...  do you still write letters?...  I think a handwritten letter is so much more romantic that an email...  and it would  be sealed with wax and stamped, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlusEceASR0/TrXRbQG87dI/AAAAAAAAJyA/Voui2U3XRpc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlusEceASR0/TrXRbQG87dI/AAAAAAAAJyA/Voui2U3XRpc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669571853807058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another estate sale tresor...  this gorgeous rhinestone covered lipstick holder... one of my obsessions collecting these... underneath it, a petite ladies mirror to tuck inside her evening bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZsKlIaE2Mk/TrXRQOsrWTI/AAAAAAAAJx0/cDr1XFJ4Cdc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00974a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZsKlIaE2Mk/TrXRQOsrWTI/AAAAAAAAJx0/cDr1XFJ4Cdc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00974a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669382496606514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is still lipstick inside...  a beautiful coraly shade...  I picture a raven haired beauty wearing this shade... all eyes upon her as she enters the ballroom...  her long flowing ballgown glistening with sequins and such... did you know the beautiful movie star Marilyn Monroe never used just one shade of lipstick? ...  she would apply two, sometimes three shades at a time to blend together and create  her own unique shade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQoK3yn47Ec/TrXRJtwP76I/AAAAAAAAJxo/XvG-Ze_OO8s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00964a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQoK3yn47Ec/TrXRJtwP76I/AAAAAAAAJxo/XvG-Ze_OO8s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00964a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671669270574002082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are just a very few of the treasures I hold dear to me...  some belonging to my family...  some now a part of my family...  I love to know the history behind my treasures...  and as I said, if I don't know their past...  I conjure up a beautiful image in my thoughts to match the piece...  I would love to know the stories your collections have to share...  do they whisper softly to you too?... I hope you listen to what they have to tell...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-2313307682444022376?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/2313307682444022376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=2313307682444022376' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2313307682444022376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/2313307682444022376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-tresor-tells-story.html' title='Every Tresor Tells a Story...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjSzvLpU0WQ/TrXR5tXDcQI/AAAAAAAAJy8/g1odRLvjdF4/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00934a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-6441595039255937743</id><published>2011-11-04T18:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:53:59.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Time...</title><content type='html'>My sister Jill and I are inseparable...  we always have been since we were little girls...  my sister...  my confidante... my best friend...   Yesterday,  Jill and I were talking about Christmas...  every year, without fail we both go overboard buying gifts for each other...  for a number of reasons...  the main one because we love each other and another one is because it is so much fun to buy for each other...  we each collect so many different things...  our homes and decorating styles are just about totally opposite from each other...  mine is vintage and antiques, like my great~grandfathers pocket watch that my grandmother had put on a little stand... or my vintage French opera glasses and antique French Bible... while Jill's is Native American and Southwestern...  but we both still love to go antiquing together...  each hunting for that elusive hidden treasure.... for me, perhaps another vintage mini French parfum bottle...  for Jill, maybe an old Ojibwa basket or beaded pouch...  and we both adore vintage rhinestone jewelry (who doesn't?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hee_MeKOXwM/TrR_TOf-t4I/AAAAAAAAJw4/RNA8DU0dZ_k/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00893a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hee_MeKOXwM/TrR_TOf-t4I/AAAAAAAAJw4/RNA8DU0dZ_k/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00893a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671297799052769154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill had a fabulous idea yesterday...  neither one of us actually "needs" anything...  we are both blessed with a very comfortable lifestyle, everyone in our families  working hard  our entire lives to make it so...  I am retired now, while Jill is proprietress of her own business, an exquisite Native American shop online called "&lt;a href="http://www.indiansummer.com/"&gt;Indian Summer&lt;/a&gt;"...  she works so hard keeping up with her shop and customers and I am so proud of her and her beautiful site...  but I miss the carefree days we used to spend together, when time did not seem so tight... just lazing away a day...  visiting "Antique Row" in Salt Lake City...  perhaps lunch at a fancy cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vO5Z_w0dzX0/TrR-QQbml4I/AAAAAAAAJwg/_5lY1ExIg14/s1600/Moi%2Band%2BJill1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vO5Z_w0dzX0/TrR-QQbml4I/AAAAAAAAJwg/_5lY1ExIg14/s400/Moi%2Band%2BJill1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671296648520046466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  loving Jill's idea totally, we both agreed instead of the endless number of gifts we always buy for each other or gift certificates for each other... and spending way more money than either one of us should...   this year we would give each other "the gift of time"... Jill thought it would be fun to take afternoon tea at a beautiful tea room we love  in Salt Lake City...  just the two of us... savoring our time together...  spending the entire afternoon together... I suggested we visit "Antique Row" and some of our favorite shops again...  we decided we would each pick out one very special antique or vintage tresor for ourselves, something that carried alot of meaning within it or brought back a cherished memory... and each buy the other one their treasured find... something that will remind us of our special day together...  and  just how precious the gift of time truly is... my family is the most important thing in my life...  I cannot think of a finer gift I would rather receive...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-6441595039255937743?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/6441595039255937743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=6441595039255937743' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6441595039255937743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/6441595039255937743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/gift-of-time.html' title='The Gift of Time...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hee_MeKOXwM/TrR_TOf-t4I/AAAAAAAAJw4/RNA8DU0dZ_k/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00893a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-4987915978297285954</id><published>2011-11-01T07:42:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:25:12.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother's Roses...</title><content type='html'>November... to me it is a quiet kind of month...  Halloween has come and gone and Christmas is still a bit aways...  time to relax just a little  and reflect now... today I shall do just that...  I shall put all of the Halloween decorations away until next year and begin dusting, sorting, re~arranging and daydreaming...  it actually relaxes me to do household chores...  maybe because I do not look at them as chores, rather a way of making our home look pretty while my thoughts drift away as I carefully dust cherished family heirlooms... like my beautiful porcelain rose bowl that belonged to my mama... and her mama, my grandmother,  before her...  it is one of my most prized possessions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9hXsh3g_4k/TrLIhWe4ABI/AAAAAAAAJv8/qsKBiMQwsMk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9hXsh3g_4k/TrLIhWe4ABI/AAAAAAAAJv8/qsKBiMQwsMk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670815356109193234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I keep it in a curio in  my bedroom...  when it came out today, so did a flood of happy memories...  mama's rose bowl always sat in it's place of honor in our home when I was a little girl...  it was one of mama's favorite tresors too...  perhaps because it had belonged to her mama and has the most beautifully soft pink roses handpainted on it...  no rose garden was ever quite as lovely and enticing as  my mama's that she tended to at the home I grew up in...  fresh cut roses were everywhere in our home...  every day...  filling the air with their luscious fragrance and delicate beauty...  just like my mama...  sometimes I swear I can smell her Shalimar parfum...  just a whisper of it... and hear her gentle voice...  softly singing as she went about her daily chores too... never thinking of them as chores either...making our house into a beautiful home...   I believe she is close by...  always watching over me...  and per chance gazing at grandmother's precious rose bowl as I gingerly dust it...  I will linger a bit longer  before I place it back in my curio...  letting the images in my mind make me smile...  an acquaintance of Jack's once asked me "why do you want to live in the past" when he saw all of my vintage and antique treasures in our home...  only a fool would ask a question such as that... Jack has the same love and appreciation for the past as I do...    I have a saying under my profile which I wrote myself  that describes me...  "I cherish the people, places and objects from the past, for they are all a part of who I am today"... my little saying holds true...  I am me... yet still a part of all my family who have gone before me...  do you cherish the past and hold tight to your memories and traditions like I do...  I hope so...  wishing you a beautiful beginning to a most heartwarming month...  xoxo...  I am linking today to Debra's Vintage Inspiration Friday at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/11/vintage-inspiration-friday-62.html"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-4987915978297285954?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/4987915978297285954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=4987915978297285954' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4987915978297285954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/4987915978297285954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-november.html' title='Grandmother&apos;s Roses...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9hXsh3g_4k/TrLIhWe4ABI/AAAAAAAAJv8/qsKBiMQwsMk/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8681258814319672042</id><published>2011-10-31T07:49:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:56:31.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You...</title><content type='html'>An enchanting...  bewitching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iA5wTLNe1Ko/Tq6o0tFkndI/AAAAAAAAJqU/RMqLc1vRntY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00858a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iA5wTLNe1Ko/Tq6o0tFkndI/AAAAAAAAJqU/RMqLc1vRntY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00858a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669654604315663826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally dazzling Halloween!...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8681258814319672042?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8681258814319672042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8681258814319672042' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8681258814319672042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8681258814319672042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/wishing-you.html' title='Wishing You...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iA5wTLNe1Ko/Tq6o0tFkndI/AAAAAAAAJqU/RMqLc1vRntY/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00858a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5658712595645511868</id><published>2011-10-28T15:15:00.033-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:19:59.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Marie LaVeau...</title><content type='html'>"Down in Louisiana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHWWlj5wcyk/TqsRzIXL4uI/AAAAAAAAJn4/epmmghBWxIQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00570a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHWWlj5wcyk/TqsRzIXL4uI/AAAAAAAAJn4/epmmghBWxIQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00570a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644126091633378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where the black trees grow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWYBZ7PGJRs/TqsRscqCbLI/AAAAAAAAJns/IquHBYiYF-8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00423a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWYBZ7PGJRs/TqsRscqCbLI/AAAAAAAAJns/IquHBYiYF-8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00423a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668644011280329906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lives a voodoo lady named Marie LaVeau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPANaRv8e3Q/TqsRnv_xLeI/AAAAAAAAJng/mQ5B0sBNV-Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00595a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPANaRv8e3Q/TqsRnv_xLeI/AAAAAAAAJng/mQ5B0sBNV-Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00595a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668643930572402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's got a black cat's tooth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73mG4N2vUYA/TqsRfIr-WRI/AAAAAAAAJnU/a5UrseLU-DM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00573a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73mG4N2vUYA/TqsRfIr-WRI/AAAAAAAAJnU/a5UrseLU-DM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00573a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668643782581442834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a Mojo bone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVsO90oeDvk/TqsRaUguOUI/AAAAAAAAJnI/41PgPI0ZA54/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00571a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVsO90oeDvk/TqsRaUguOUI/AAAAAAAAJnI/41PgPI0ZA54/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00571a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668643699856128322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And anyone who wouldn't...  leave her alone... she'd go Eeeeeeeeeee!... another man done gone!...  she lives in the swamp in a hollow log, with a one eyed snake and a three legged dog...  she's got a bent bony body and stringy hair... and if she ever seen y'all messin' 'round there... she'd go eeeeeeee! another man done gone!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkxiHt8Iwc/Tqx5Gy6d1PI/AAAAAAAAJpw/iO-vrFEzpVI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00764sw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTkxiHt8Iwc/Tqx5Gy6d1PI/AAAAAAAAJpw/iO-vrFEzpVI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00764sw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669039188605785330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzMlXGmN7as/Tqx-ZLsiZnI/AAAAAAAAJp8/CLUnN8zpzoo/s1600/IMG_3830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzMlXGmN7as/Tqx-ZLsiZnI/AAAAAAAAJp8/CLUnN8zpzoo/s400/IMG_3830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669045002054035058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfUpjFGdsas/Tqst3BsYoII/AAAAAAAAJoQ/jsf_nKrFmzs/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfUpjFGdsas/Tqst3BsYoII/AAAAAAAAJoQ/jsf_nKrFmzs/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668674979346555010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night when the moon was black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDSvlkySZ7w/TqsRH2lMosI/AAAAAAAAJmk/7wOu53yyyBs/s1600/IMG_6673h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDSvlkySZ7w/TqsRH2lMosI/AAAAAAAAJmk/7wOu53yyyBs/s400/IMG_6673h.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668643382584189634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Into the the swamp come handsome Jack...  a no good man like you all know, and he was lookin' around for Marie LaVeau...  he said "Marie LaVeau, you  lovely witch... gimme a little charm that'll  make me rich...  gimme a million dollars and I'll tell you what I'll do...  this very night I'm gonna marry you... and it'll be mmmmm mmmmm... another man done gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFVonZmhaaI/TqsQ0uoGcjI/AAAAAAAAJmY/cZieTpKAItc/s1600/Handsome%2BJack080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFVonZmhaaI/TqsQ0uoGcjI/AAAAAAAAJmY/cZieTpKAItc/s400/Handsome%2BJack080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668643054031368754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Marie done some magic and she shook a little sand...  made a million dollars and she put it in his hand... then she giggled and she wiggled and she said "hey hey, I'm getting ready for my wedding day!"   But old handsome Jack, he said "goodbye Marie"...  you're too damn ugly for a rich man like me"...  then Marie started  mumblin', her fangs started gnashin', her body started tremblin' and her eyes started flashin'... and she went eeeeeeeeeee! another man done gone!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever get down where the black trees grow, and meet a voodoo lady named Marie LaVeau... if she ever asks you to make her your wife, Man you better stay with her for the rest of your life...  or it'll be eeeeeeeeee!... another man done gone!" ~Bobby Bare,  "Marie LaVeau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so  now you know the story of Marie LaVeau, who by the way really existed...  much of the mystery that surrounds her is true and some is folklore passed down through the years...  since my middle name is Marie, after all  my French grandmothers all the way back...  and my sweetie is Jack, I thought this would be a fun post to do...  Happy Halloween everyone!...  I have had sooo much fun doing my Halloween posts and visiting everyone elses...  Tuesday, I will turn back into my sweet, shy, quiet  little self...  maybe...  hee hee hee...  xoxo ...  (Okay Tessy... you can have your doggie bone back now... mama's through being silly... for awhile!  Oooh, and I hope "handsome Jack" doesn't freak out that I put this  photo of him on my blog today... he is hesitant about me posting his pic!)  Click&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XK2pEaep0KQ&amp;amp;noredirect=1"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the cute song of this by Bobby Bare...  I had it playing on my blog over Halloween but removed it...(all photos are my own, even "Swamp Ln" which really is a little country lane we walk daily)... xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5658712595645511868?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5658712595645511868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5658712595645511868' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5658712595645511868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5658712595645511868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-marie-laveau.html' title='The Story of Marie LaVeau...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jHWWlj5wcyk/TqsRzIXL4uI/AAAAAAAAJn4/epmmghBWxIQ/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00570a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8076251066148852036</id><published>2011-10-27T18:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:48:40.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dearies...  It's Time for Vintage Inspiration Friday at Debra's "Haunt"......Hee hee hee...</title><content type='html'>Do come in and set a spell...  I'm just finishing up a little "something special" for all the little darlings for All Hallows Eve...  let's see...  was that eye of newt or eye of potato it called for???...  Rats!... I am getting so forgetful...  and you caught me without my makeup on or my hair fixed...  but nevertheless... do come in...  I am joining Debra at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt; for Vintage Inspiration Friday, and Vintage Halloween today...  so, let's see what's vintage, (besides me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN2fawTGmFs/TqnwGXhpHwI/AAAAAAAAJmA/COftGnWSuKY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00344w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN2fawTGmFs/TqnwGXhpHwI/AAAAAAAAJmA/COftGnWSuKY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00344w.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668325598207483650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much vintage Halloween, I could do a post a day for days and never run out...  it's not so much because I have bought and collected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but rather I kept everything from when I was just a little witch...  I want to show you some of my vintage Halloween cut~outs...  up until about 13 years ago when we sold our little farmhouse and moved to another home, I hung all of these and more in my little paned windows...  they have seen many a full moon and tons of trick~or~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... most  all of these darling cut~outs are from the 1950's through early 1960's... some a little later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FljRuoLshHI/TqnwB8j_-lI/AAAAAAAAJl0/C7pzIah1-_o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FljRuoLshHI/TqnwB8j_-lI/AAAAAAAAJl0/C7pzIah1-_o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668325522250136146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, I am putting them all in a cute basket to display rather than hang them in my windows...  sort of like how I display Christmas cards when there are too many to set about...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qE_7p6_H-0Q/Tqnspuy_Q2I/AAAAAAAAJlc/zuT9oZDRlnM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkK5B8ufOi4/TqnsfB38fRI/AAAAAAAAJlQ/ZPkbCfnjgV4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkK5B8ufOi4/TqnsfB38fRI/AAAAAAAAJlQ/ZPkbCfnjgV4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668321623845666066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These old images are just too cute!...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJuM-GJU05E/TqnsP5UvtqI/AAAAAAAAJlE/er6fz91SjSQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ieJ1Ky2ii0/Tqnr8z4X_1I/AAAAAAAAJk4/ACk9HcyBlWk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ieJ1Ky2ii0/Tqnr8z4X_1I/AAAAAAAAJk4/ACk9HcyBlWk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668321035973820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the bottom of this one...  "money or eats"!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBALXTxD4Z8/Tqnr4MXkkAI/AAAAAAAAJks/KsFLNJDR4Sw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBALXTxD4Z8/Tqnr4MXkkAI/AAAAAAAAJks/KsFLNJDR4Sw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320956647772162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tH_Pzddr8kY/TqnrzYRbLxI/AAAAAAAAJkg/fTzFQdC2em0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tH_Pzddr8kY/TqnrzYRbLxI/AAAAAAAAJkg/fTzFQdC2em0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320873943871250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These poor old skeletons are from when I was just a little girl...  they have been scotch taped together so many times...  I think I can hear their poor old bones creak...  (or maybe that was mine???)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28XMdA5lYsQ/TqnruK3J5AI/AAAAAAAAJkU/H0GbkE-oaas/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-28XMdA5lYsQ/TqnruK3J5AI/AAAAAAAAJkU/H0GbkE-oaas/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320784444679170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were called "Scratch Cats"...  looks like there must have been a cat fight since last year... one is missing part of his tail!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb6xINu99HM/TqnrnwIsTBI/AAAAAAAAJkI/jJoM1QoGwL4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb6xINu99HM/TqnrnwIsTBI/AAAAAAAAJkI/jJoM1QoGwL4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320674191264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of these treasures were made by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Company... right here in the good old USA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYurId06h8c/Tqnrjr-XFdI/AAAAAAAAJj8/NiYH9kPuI7o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYurId06h8c/Tqnrjr-XFdI/AAAAAAAAJj8/NiYH9kPuI7o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320604354713042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Company was founded in 1900 and continues to make Holiday and party favors to this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-5I5D1zKYw/TqnrfMj5aKI/AAAAAAAAJjw/q8JGuaq5iTw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-5I5D1zKYw/TqnrfMj5aKI/AAAAAAAAJjw/q8JGuaq5iTw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320527202740386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my two favorite ones from my childhood... some of my old ones are more faded than others, depending on how much sun came in the windows they were hung in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7rT242e7Q8/TqnrZexvxRI/AAAAAAAAJjk/ad9B32RSg5s/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7rT242e7Q8/TqnrZexvxRI/AAAAAAAAJjk/ad9B32RSg5s/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320429013452050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a little tip for anyone who wants to collect vintage Halloween...  I have learned much through my own experiences over the past many years and also through friends who are reputable dealers...  plus, I research everything I collect and own many reference books...  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Company still makes the cute little cut~outs today, however, they are reproductions as you can see in my photo below...  the one on the left is a new one, while the one on the right is my treasure from my childhood...  sadly, unscrupulous dealers try (and succeed) in selling the reproductions on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as "vintage" and commanding exorbitant prices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDehcSzmYvA/TqnrToj8ykI/AAAAAAAAJjY/05twFa7cBtI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDehcSzmYvA/TqnrToj8ykI/AAAAAAAAJjY/05twFa7cBtI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320328560724546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are on the backs...  the new one on the left is two~sided, as all the reproduction ones are now, while my original one only has the design on the front, and years worth of tape on the back side from hanging them in my windows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHQHP_1Ce9o/TqnrMHog8SI/AAAAAAAAJjM/yVJxtmIPgBc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHQHP_1Ce9o/TqnrMHog8SI/AAAAAAAAJjM/yVJxtmIPgBc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320199462416674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My old owl on the left and my newer one on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4Aaz4x2bIA/TqnrG3ApEOI/AAAAAAAAJjA/-9dbbVVifV8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4Aaz4x2bIA/TqnrG3ApEOI/AAAAAAAAJjA/-9dbbVVifV8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320109100863714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The backs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwnb246z4kM/TqnrBocJevI/AAAAAAAAJi0/1KJH1xp-3Ns/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwnb246z4kM/TqnrBocJevI/AAAAAAAAJi0/1KJH1xp-3Ns/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668320019290356466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is still some vintage Halloween out there, just waiting to be rescued, but it is becoming harder and harder to come by, and prices have skyrocketed... I buy it when I find it and can afford it... here's a couple more little secrets... if the guy tells you the cute little kids witches costume you're admiring  is from the 50's, and the box has a UPC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;barcode&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zipcode&lt;/span&gt; on, tell him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hasta&lt;/span&gt; la vista, baby" and shop elsewhere!...  UPC codes didn't begin until 1974 and zipcodes began in 1963 non~mandatory  and became mandatory in 1967... impossible the little witches costume was from the 50's!... this applies to ALL vintage collectibles...  don't be fooled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X_eppBy1eU/Tqnq2zicQAI/AAAAAAAAJio/4IIZabPBIC4/s1600/VintageHalloween079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X_eppBy1eU/Tqnq2zicQAI/AAAAAAAAJio/4IIZabPBIC4/s400/VintageHalloween079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668319833290981378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for now, here is one of my vintages  images I scanned in for YOU to click on and save...  my gift just for you...  to use as you please...  Thanks &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debra&lt;/a&gt; for hosting another fun party...  and Happy Halloween everyone!...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8076251066148852036?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8076251066148852036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8076251066148852036' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8076251066148852036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8076251066148852036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-dearies-its-time-for-vintage.html' title='Hello Dearies...  It&apos;s Time for Vintage Inspiration Friday at Debra&apos;s &quot;Haunt&quot;......Hee hee hee...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN2fawTGmFs/TqnwGXhpHwI/AAAAAAAAJmA/COftGnWSuKY/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00344w.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-5961101022610568919</id><published>2011-10-24T15:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:40:03.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Filly!...</title><content type='html'>Thursday the 27th  is our beautiful niece Phyllis Ann's birthday...  I have called her Filly since the day she was born... she lives in London now, and with the time change and all, it is almost tomorrow there...  I know how busy you are Filly with a week full of birthday plans, so I am doing this post for you early and leaving it up through your birthday so you will see it for sure!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFRUdh8ndhU/TqXX6vQB6CI/AAAAAAAAJic/Fok73wMeDEk/s1600/broomfieldoctober1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFRUdh8ndhU/TqXX6vQB6CI/AAAAAAAAJic/Fok73wMeDEk/s400/broomfieldoctober1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667173110231722018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filly is just as beautiful inside and out, kind and caring...  loving and always giving, of herself and her time...  I am so proud of you sweetie!...  Filly and I share so many of the same loves, and I am kind of her "other mother" as my own mama used to say I was to my sister Jill (Filly's mama) when we were little...  she is at Broomfield Park behind her flat in London in the photo above...  I love that she is wearing a special pendant locket I gave her when she last visited here...  inside, she still carries the little note I tucked in it telling her how much I love her...    I hope you have a wonderful week hon, and that all your birthday wishes come true!...  I miss you and I love you so much...  I remember the day you were born...  xoxo...  We love you,  Juju, Jack and Tessy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-5961101022610568919?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/5961101022610568919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=5961101022610568919' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5961101022610568919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/5961101022610568919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-filly.html' title='Happy Birthday Filly!...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFRUdh8ndhU/TqXX6vQB6CI/AAAAAAAAJic/Fok73wMeDEk/s72-c/broomfieldoctober1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-3231730576411919856</id><published>2011-10-23T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:57:44.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Autumn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Delicious Autumn!...&lt;br /&gt;My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird&lt;br /&gt;I would fly about the earth&lt;br /&gt;seeking the successive Autumns" ~George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xllMUqVOgA/TqRrf3aVCbI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/AD8Hz45mh_c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xllMUqVOgA/TqRrf3aVCbI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/AD8Hz45mh_c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666772426333424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is such an absolutely glorious Autumn day here...  the air is crisp and the sky a brilliant blue... the sun is shining so brightly I want this delirious feeling to last forever...  I love living in my bucolic little town...  no bright lights and big cities for this country girl...  come walk with me...  this day is too enchanting not to share it with you...  the little pumpkins are in my backyard under one of my crabapple trees...    all photos are either at my home or on our Nature walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9DEa_u90m4/TqRrax4SBzI/AAAAAAAAJiE/zWM889WU_UE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9DEa_u90m4/TqRrax4SBzI/AAAAAAAAJiE/zWM889WU_UE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666772338949097266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still,&lt;br /&gt;and watch the leaves turn" ~Elizabeth Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ADG1R_4npA/TqRrUdr_gwI/AAAAAAAAJh4/Qph8kIIJxdM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ADG1R_4npA/TqRrUdr_gwI/AAAAAAAAJh4/Qph8kIIJxdM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666772230449627906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo above is my Royal Crabapple tree in my backyard...  soon, the Cedar Waxwings   will arrive and feast on the berries...  passing them down the line one by one to each bird until one of them finally eats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzQLD2QYE_c/TqRrOjXxExI/AAAAAAAAJhs/GsIm0CKNzXQ/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LzQLD2QYE_c/TqRrOjXxExI/AAAAAAAAJhs/GsIm0CKNzXQ/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666772128896193298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our daily walk takes us past so many quaint and wonderfully rural places...  I love seeing clothes hanging out on a line in the Autumn sun...  that is their old silo in the background...  and a pile of wood...  chopped and ready to place upon the fire to ward off the upcoming Winter's chill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvaJPk1qHZI/TqRrIx96uRI/AAAAAAAAJhg/2rPhVhVTJso/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvaJPk1qHZI/TqRrIx96uRI/AAAAAAAAJhg/2rPhVhVTJso/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666772029735090450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A favorite friend on our walk sells cornstalks and pumpkins each year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32PAOVcf_Cc/TqRrEgRVxCI/AAAAAAAAJhU/tFPYNm51ugI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32PAOVcf_Cc/TqRrEgRVxCI/AAAAAAAAJhU/tFPYNm51ugI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666771956265239586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trees that line Porter Lane are stunning today!...  we laugh as we hear the squirrels chattering to each other...  there is a walnut tree on this property and they jump to and fro like little acrobats...  they too are relishing this magical Fall day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeuVtTNPLpU/TqRq_c4h1EI/AAAAAAAAJhI/PKg6fQvGAc8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeuVtTNPLpU/TqRq_c4h1EI/AAAAAAAAJhI/PKg6fQvGAc8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666771869456520258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to kick through the leaves and hear them crunch as I walk...  do you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7e9GbbHJws/TqRq5jwje0I/AAAAAAAAJg8/-tGS5sCNPhM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7e9GbbHJws/TqRq5jwje0I/AAAAAAAAJg8/-tGS5sCNPhM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666771768222907202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful moss...  Nature's treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJRTUSt_LEQ/TqRquIkN_-I/AAAAAAAAJgw/81W2y75qDMY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJRTUSt_LEQ/TqRquIkN_-I/AAAAAAAAJgw/81W2y75qDMY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666771571944849378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This  beautiful arch of trees is in the canyon five minutes away from my home...  it reminds me of a secret entrance into a mystical Autumn woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlLIa-eIU24/TqRqpVGBelI/AAAAAAAAJgk/REXwZ4GHfSk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlLIa-eIU24/TqRqpVGBelI/AAAAAAAAJgk/REXwZ4GHfSk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666771489408514642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot think of any other way I would want to spend this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzwRARkOQAs/TqRqjdaUE6I/AAAAAAAAJgY/OJKdS0srbg0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WzwRARkOQAs/TqRqjdaUE6I/AAAAAAAAJgY/OJKdS0srbg0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666771388561888162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you enjoyed our walk... and I hope you too will take time to notice all of the beauty that surrounds you each day...  some as close as your own back yard...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Every leaf spells bliss to me,&lt;br /&gt;fluttering from the Autumn tree" ~ Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-3231730576411919856?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/3231730576411919856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=3231730576411919856' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3231730576411919856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/3231730576411919856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/delicious-autumn.html' title='Delicious Autumn...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xllMUqVOgA/TqRrf3aVCbI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/AD8Hz45mh_c/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-7239133618936893092</id><published>2011-10-21T09:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:41:09.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Pumpkin Patch...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I will try to do another post and hope the witches don't snatch it again!...  I see from many of you that you are also having problems with blogger...  I have had four posts "disappear" in the last several weeks...  eerie!...  Anyway...  not one to give in, I am doing another post and hope it stays here...  I took a walk down the lane yesterday to the pumpkin patch that is now at the little stand where I buy flowers and fruits and vegetables all Summer long...  it is decorated so cute, I wanted to share it with you all... then at the end of this post, I have posted just a couple of pics from the posts I lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-e1jv7FSFM/TqGL-npLfiI/AAAAAAAAJgA/qW21-UuNf0M/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-e1jv7FSFM/TqGL-npLfiI/AAAAAAAAJgA/qW21-UuNf0M/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963714118647330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A most sincere pumpkin patch, as Linus would say...  love the old wooden fence behind them!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bp0lYsz3Jw0/TqGL4EpMXHI/AAAAAAAAJf0/47ckpnMP9Sk/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bp0lYsz3Jw0/TqGL4EpMXHI/AAAAAAAAJf0/47ckpnMP9Sk/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963601644248178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute crows and witches everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTmNWNqsAIA/TqGLxrU-xQI/AAAAAAAAJfo/u7SLzkeBfY4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTmNWNqsAIA/TqGLxrU-xQI/AAAAAAAAJfo/u7SLzkeBfY4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963491769369858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like the witch is in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9IRtaZVBy0/TqGLrmcmTQI/AAAAAAAAJfc/fXDQaO0ZXf0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9IRtaZVBy0/TqGLrmcmTQI/AAAAAAAAJfc/fXDQaO0ZXf0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963387379928322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE this old wheelbarrow full of Jack~be~Little pumpkins...  I bought many of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTBfDk74gnQ/TqGLnI-y_9I/AAAAAAAAJfQ/97-uZkOH48A/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YTBfDk74gnQ/TqGLnI-y_9I/AAAAAAAAJfQ/97-uZkOH48A/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963310750826450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cornstalks are a must for Fall decorating!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdnW9kwRf8c/TqGLh8QN9QI/AAAAAAAAJfE/gCcQDTMBrK4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kdnW9kwRf8c/TqGLh8QN9QI/AAAAAAAAJfE/gCcQDTMBrK4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963221434889474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little ghosts lead the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eT3ZV9j8ChE/TqGLbBp_MtI/AAAAAAAAJe4/fKbnPNIThwc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eT3ZV9j8ChE/TqGLbBp_MtI/AAAAAAAAJe4/fKbnPNIThwc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665963102626067154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious winter squash everywhere too...  I also bought many of those...  Blue Hubbard and Banana Squash, Acorn and Butternut...  Spaghetti Squash, which I make into the most delicious stuffed squash ever!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujz2U59z63s/TqGLUcWvFaI/AAAAAAAAJes/heuwwutv5Tw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ujz2U59z63s/TqGLUcWvFaI/AAAAAAAAJes/heuwwutv5Tw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962989533992354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooo many to choose from!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s1G8a-J9Po/TqGLPc97xaI/AAAAAAAAJeg/brMjAcR-E-c/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s1G8a-J9Po/TqGLPc97xaI/AAAAAAAAJeg/brMjAcR-E-c/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962903799055778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my cornstalks here several weeks ago when I decorated my front porch...  such a fun little place to walk to...  I bought a yummy apple to eat on my way home too...  I bought a bushel there the other day...  (I drove back for my heavy things  though!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwtiUPuoOFo/TqGLIyjL32I/AAAAAAAAJeU/dd7o_n66lh8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwtiUPuoOFo/TqGLIyjL32I/AAAAAAAAJeU/dd7o_n66lh8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962789333360482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here I am as the Prairie Witch for Halloween...  I had done an entire post showing many of my vintage "Prairie" items I was using for Halloween...  rats, who took my posts???...  traded my old black outfit for a newer, "hip" look...  my vintage cowgirl boots, a vintage bejeweled Prairie belt buckle, vintage pendant, vintage doilies from my stash on my broom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8AlMBkoprQ/TqGK-PF9YVI/AAAAAAAAJeI/n2kx6EaimLM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00022prairiewitch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8AlMBkoprQ/TqGK-PF9YVI/AAAAAAAAJeI/n2kx6EaimLM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00022prairiewitch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962608016843090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No pointy black hat this year, instead I fufu'd up my old  straw cowgirl hat with vintage lace and some silk ribbons and a vintage millinery flower...  I am now a "Shabby Shriek" witch, tee hee hee!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6hFIQBTam8/TqGK05guCHI/AAAAAAAAJd8/WzUuiRcKkX8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6hFIQBTam8/TqGK05guCHI/AAAAAAAAJd8/WzUuiRcKkX8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962447604680818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other post I lost (naughty witches to steal my posts!)... was about my daddy's old broom rake I brought home from my sister's house the other day and decorated for Autumn...  I had seen one in my Fall issue of Country Gardens magazine and wanted to do one...  then I saw several on some of my favorite blogs...  so I have been searching and searching for a vintage rake with no luck...  then, there was the one that belonged to my daddy, who passed away several years ago... the old rake is so old and worn...  I left the old wooden handle on it, just the way it always had been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuCb3iOuhUs/TqGKsd7QNiI/AAAAAAAAJdw/NCVz6bRujXM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00144r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SuCb3iOuhUs/TqGKsd7QNiI/AAAAAAAAJdw/NCVz6bRujXM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00144r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962302760826402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used some faux berries mixed in with some of my beautiful  real snowberries since I could not find exactly what I wanted in our yard, and Jack questioned me the other night as to why I was walking around in the dark in my neighbors gardens, all dressed in black, with a pair of pruners and a sack in my hand...  dang, you know how those retired cops are...  just can't pull anything over on them!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRCQlP6YTEw/TqGKn6pvtwI/AAAAAAAAJdk/xutzcgHWYyo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00184r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRCQlP6YTEw/TqGKn6pvtwI/AAAAAAAAJdk/xutzcgHWYyo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00184r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962224572675842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some raffia around the handle and Voila!... another treasure from my past full of happy Autumn memories...  this old rake gathered many a pile of Autumn leaves in years gone by...  now, she can retire on my porch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqzzWcoFDes/TqGKjQgz7HI/AAAAAAAAJdY/70hScPiO8W8/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00199r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqzzWcoFDes/TqGKjQgz7HI/AAAAAAAAJdY/70hScPiO8W8/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00199r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665962144541437042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you so much for stopping by...  I do hope this post is still here when I check later!... maybe the naughty witches don't like me being a  nice witch this year???...  xoxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-7239133618936893092?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/7239133618936893092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=7239133618936893092' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7239133618936893092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7239133618936893092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-lets-try-this-one-more-time-trip.html' title='A Trip to the Pumpkin Patch...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-e1jv7FSFM/TqGL-npLfiI/AAAAAAAAJgA/qW21-UuNf0M/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-1540396228137825201</id><published>2011-10-20T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:44:38.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Problems...</title><content type='html'>Not sure what is going on with Blogger, but the last two posts I did have disappeared...  it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; me a long time to do them the first time and I am just too tired to do them all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEA2YLuk0-k/TqCj4b4EBaI/AAAAAAAAJdA/VeXV64FivEE/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEA2YLuk0-k/TqCj4b4EBaI/AAAAAAAAJdA/VeXV64FivEE/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665708521182987682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you are all having a beautiful Autumn day...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; 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Another Treasure From My Past...</title><content type='html'>For weeks now, I have been scouring the local thrift stores and yard sales for a vintage broom rake...  no luck in finding one...  I wanted to make one into a cute Autumn decoration like I had seen in the Fall issue of my  Country Gardens magazine...  then, I saw several on some of my favorite blogs and started looking even harder for one...  some of these old garden tools are extra hard to find around the little rural town I live in, because most of them are still being used, passed down from generation to generation on their little farms or gardens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10ehf_VLiC4/Tp7Vd9QTfLI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/v7hZTLzZN1A/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00196r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10ehf_VLiC4/Tp7Vd9QTfLI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/v7hZTLzZN1A/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00196r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665200091914534066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  yesterday, I was at my sisters house feeding the cats while they are on vacation, and low and behold...  there in her garage with all my daddy's old wooden handled gardening tools was his old broom rake!...  I excitedly called my sister in New Mexico and asked if she minded if I claimed it...  she said of course I should have it... my daddy passed away several years ago and   my sister now owns his house which is right next door to hers, and all of his old tools were in his garage....  just like I mentioned, my brother~in~law still uses them all...we don't part with treasures like these...   so I brought it home with me, so anxious to make it into my dream creation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10ehf_VLiC4/Tp7Vd9QTfLI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/v7hZTLzZN1A/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00196r.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkVylnxPhgs/Tp7VStjFb7I/AAAAAAAAJcE/Jo-l8aVg9b4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00144r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hkVylnxPhgs/Tp7VStjFb7I/AAAAAAAAJcE/Jo-l8aVg9b4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00144r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665199898719776690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just what is it that we love so about these old time~worn treasures...  for me, I know a good part of it is the memories they hold...  I left the old wooden handle on it...  just the way it was the last time daddy used it... this sweet old rake is well over fifty years old, and spent many an Autumn raking up the leaves in our backyard at the house I grew up in which I recently posted about &lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/treasure-from-my-past.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4sVpCEomPI/Tp7VMQHcM-I/AAAAAAAAJb4/NRUqiO0pdoA/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4sVpCEomPI/Tp7VMQHcM-I/AAAAAAAAJb4/NRUqiO0pdoA/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665199787739984866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I couldn't wait to get started on it...  but first, I must find some pretty berries...  I ended up using some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;  berries mixed in with some real ones since I didn't have as many in my yard that I wanted to use, and the fact that Jack asked me why I was wandering around my neighbors gardens in the dark last night, all dressed in black with a pair of pruners and a sack in my hand...  those dang retired cops!...  can't pull anything over on them...  tee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiqVEIdcPoo/Tp7Umh0YFHI/AAAAAAAAJbs/7R_PM9ZNKTM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00184r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiqVEIdcPoo/Tp7Umh0YFHI/AAAAAAAAJbs/7R_PM9ZNKTM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00184r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665199139656832114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I filled in between the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; red berries with some of my beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snowberries&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-730Nqk9-mvM/Tp7UgUZFbrI/AAAAAAAAJbg/zbSWKrh7d5E/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00194r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-730Nqk9-mvM/Tp7UgUZFbrI/AAAAAAAAJbg/zbSWKrh7d5E/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00194r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665199032973487794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some raffia tied around the handle... and Voila!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24IyfgM6BYY/Tp7UWyxCM8I/AAAAAAAAJbU/ho_51Sjf0EY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00199r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24IyfgM6BYY/Tp7UWyxCM8I/AAAAAAAAJbU/ho_51Sjf0EY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00199r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665198869328311234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful decoration for my front porch...  made even more beautiful because it too holds blissful Autumn memories from days gone by...  can you tell I am a sentimental lady?...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am linking this post to Tracie's "Outdoor Fall Decor Thursdays" at &lt;a href="http://fishtailcottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fishtail Cottage&lt;/a&gt;... and Vintage Inspiration Friday with Debra at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-7100349441036542797?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/7100349441036542797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=7100349441036542797' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7100349441036542797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7100349441036542797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-memories-another-treasure-from.html' title='Autumn Memories...  Another Treasure From My Past...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10ehf_VLiC4/Tp7Vd9QTfLI/AAAAAAAAJcQ/v7hZTLzZN1A/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00196r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-376066971168360281</id><published>2011-10-17T16:56:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T07:44:34.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prairie Witch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wGK_I2b4XKU/TpyuZQn7XAI/AAAAAAAAJbI/eVjF1kzM568/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  sometimes I pretend I am ten years old again and play dress up... hey, who wants to grow up, not me!...  I love dressing up on Halloween to hand out the treats to the trick~or~treaters...  heck, even if no kids show up, I still have fun!...  as you know, I couldn't decide if I wanted to be a nice witch or a naughty witch...  wear pink or black???...  so...  I decided to update my "witchy" look, and this year I am a Prairie Witch...  I have always loved the country and the prairie, and my lifestyle reflects that...  so, why not dress up in some of the beautiful Prairie~Gypsy~Vintage treasures I have purchased from many of you over the past few years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17DFSZAnclk/TpyuKlFf6iI/AAAAAAAAJa8/7syP7MDK24A/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00022prairiewitch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17DFSZAnclk/TpyuKlFf6iI/AAAAAAAAJa8/7syP7MDK24A/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00022prairiewitch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593928102341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of a pointy hat, I added some vintage lace, silk ribbon and a vintage millinery flower to my old straw cowgirl hat... love it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7auIKi6_W60/Tpyt5od2a6I/AAAAAAAAJak/ndG4DBAaUvM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7auIKi6_W60/Tpyt5od2a6I/AAAAAAAAJak/ndG4DBAaUvM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593636952009634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUOStjTqNuk/Tpyt1GimZLI/AAAAAAAAJaY/7KCA1VD0CUo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUOStjTqNuk/Tpyt1GimZLI/AAAAAAAAJaY/7KCA1VD0CUo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593559125648562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I am trading my old pointy black witchy boots for my vintage turquoise  cowgirl boots...  I paid just $10.00 for these several years ago at a local thrift shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMwN3spcFLs/TpytrqSzLjI/AAAAAAAAJaM/jMe01wh-U1Q/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NMwN3spcFLs/TpytrqSzLjI/AAAAAAAAJaM/jMe01wh-U1Q/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593396924362290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Prairie Witch~Gypsy bag is from my friends Jen and El's shop here in Centerville, a darling little boutique called &lt;a href="http://www.madeleinelamour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madeleine L'Amour&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_268N_a_C4/TpytmvO8zlI/AAAAAAAAJaA/ISxRCrkxBRg/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_268N_a_C4/TpytmvO8zlI/AAAAAAAAJaA/ISxRCrkxBRg/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593312351047250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My stunning Prairie belt buckle all handmade from vintage jewels was purchased from my friend Jill, (Queen of the Gypsies!) at her exquisite shop &lt;a href="http://gypsyfleamarket.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gypsy Brocante&lt;/a&gt;...  one of her bags is next on my list too!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTfsZohP8SI/Tpytekle9BI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/gF2NDLRDHoI/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTfsZohP8SI/Tpytekle9BI/AAAAAAAAJZ0/gF2NDLRDHoI/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593172053816338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another dear blogger friend, Debra from &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt; created my stunning vintage rhinestones and key pendant...  the perfect compliment to my Prairie blouse from Ross (blouse $13.99)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWpYhOFPgBY/TpytaNJ0WAI/AAAAAAAAJZo/oA9jnyhTZfw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWpYhOFPgBY/TpytaNJ0WAI/AAAAAAAAJZo/oA9jnyhTZfw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664593097044285442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So of course, I had to ditch the ratty old broom I have been flying around on for years and create a "new" vintage one with vintage doilies from my stash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-NdJdSUnDY/TpytT0CWITI/AAAAAAAAJZc/9nX8HQuEWlY/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-NdJdSUnDY/TpytT0CWITI/AAAAAAAAJZc/9nX8HQuEWlY/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664592987222843698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...  there you have it...  I am a "hip" witch now!...  part Traditional Witch, part Prairie Witch...  part Gypsy Witch...  I guess you could say I am "Shabby Shriek"...  tee hee hee!... hope you have as much fun getting ready for  Halloween as I do!... xoxo...  I am linking this post to Debra's Vintage Inspiration Friday at &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-376066971168360281?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/376066971168360281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=376066971168360281' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/376066971168360281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/376066971168360281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/prairie-witch.html' title='Prairie Witch...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17DFSZAnclk/TpyuKlFf6iI/AAAAAAAAJa8/7syP7MDK24A/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00022prairiewitch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-7820958736879227747</id><published>2011-10-17T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:17:55.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hocus Pocus...</title><content type='html'>So...  I was cackling with a few of my "ghoul friends" yesterday, (that's me on the far left)...  and I thought...  just look at them...  (and me)...  same old outfits, year after year...  black pointy hat, black cape, black boots...  scraggly hair...  and those ratty old brooms!...  eek!... what a sight!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmpE9MFcfA4/TpxFlPurJLI/AAAAAAAAJZQ/G0qcDPTkFxc/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmpE9MFcfA4/TpxFlPurJLI/AAAAAAAAJZQ/G0qcDPTkFxc/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664478937505014962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several posts back, (&lt;a href="http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-i-good-witch-or-bad-witch.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)... I could not decide if I wanted to  be a good witch all in pink and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fufu&lt;/span&gt; and such, sweetness and nice...  or a bad witch, all in black, same old... same old...  well, after seeing how "dated" my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ghoul&lt;/span&gt; friends" looked, I decided I was due for a change...  I  have decided to be a somewhere~in~between kinda witch this year...  I will show you all in a day or two!...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...  Julie Marie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-7820958736879227747?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/7820958736879227747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=7820958736879227747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7820958736879227747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/7820958736879227747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/hocus-pocus.html' title='Hocus Pocus...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmpE9MFcfA4/TpxFlPurJLI/AAAAAAAAJZQ/G0qcDPTkFxc/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8129735114936103816</id><published>2011-10-15T16:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:57:34.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Treasure From My Past...</title><content type='html'>If you follow my blog (thank you!)...  then you know how much I love Autumn...  my favorite time of year...  as much as I love it, I admit some days  I do get a little melancholy as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrKp4suRBIg/TpoBYLgvOuI/AAAAAAAAJZE/VwzJVaEcCzw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrKp4suRBIg/TpoBYLgvOuI/AAAAAAAAJZE/VwzJVaEcCzw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840996290411234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday I was driving up towards the mountains to my hairdressers home, and decided while I was up there, to drive past the house I grew up in... I climbed higher and higher up the hill, where only orchards and a few scattered homes was all that was there when I was a little girl... excited to see my childhood home again today...  I have posted often about what a happy, blessed childhood I had and the memories I hold so dear to my heart...  Autumn was a special time for all of my family back then...  and it still is today to me... after my sisters and I were grown and married, my mama and daddy sold the house and moved to a smaller home... as I approached our home, I was so happy to see that the family who owns it now is taking very good care of it...  a beautiful nice lady lives there with her husband and children...  I met her several years ago... that day,  I was parked outside in the street just reminiscing when she came out...  so, I told her who I was and she invited me to come inside for a look...  many changes through the years, but it still felt like "home"...  I was overcome with a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt; as I walked room to room...  I could almost hear my sister and I laughing as we played...  and my mama calling us all to supper...  this old house is filled with the  warmth and love from my family and those days gone by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAqmW8tOSds/TpoBSDirX1I/AAAAAAAAJY4/5ak_czQLEs4/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gAqmW8tOSds/TpoBSDirX1I/AAAAAAAAJY4/5ak_czQLEs4/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840891071848274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our home was built in the midst of a cherry orchard...  the old cherry trees are gone now, as is my mama's cherished rose garden...  a few tears filled my eyes the other day as I thought for a fleeting moment the roses were still there...  and could almost smell the cherry pies my mama used to bake...  just then, the lady who lives there came home from her walk and stopped to chat with me...  I told her how happy it made me to see she kept it so nice, and that she too was an avid gardener...  it looked absolutely beautiful!...  I also loved that she had decorated outside for Halloween and   I really love that she proudly  flies the American flag on her porch...   She invited me in once more, but since I was on my way to get my hair colored, I had to decline, but told her I would love to come back and bring my sister another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Afvb5ysXmPk/TpoBNY5xtyI/AAAAAAAAJYs/a6kxXZD74Yw/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Afvb5ysXmPk/TpoBNY5xtyI/AAAAAAAAJYs/a6kxXZD74Yw/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840810906531618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later in the day, the old house got me thinking...  about so many things, and about some of the treasures that were still at my daddy's house after he passed away several years ago, (his house is still in our family) or some that we had not decided who wanted what, were still at my sister's house next door...  I remembered an old tool caddy...  not sure if daddy carried some of his tools in it, or if my mama carried her garden tools in it...  but it was a part of our family for as far back as I can remember...  it was still in Jill's garage, so I brought it home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZdNQM6TXqA/TpoBGIV0ILI/AAAAAAAAJYg/xFBmhtRdDt0/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZdNQM6TXqA/TpoBGIV0ILI/AAAAAAAAJYg/xFBmhtRdDt0/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840686201643186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So very old and worn... but I knew just what I wanted to do with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4pEoED6DDU/TpoA_jINUBI/AAAAAAAAJYU/HoXUIiByDEo/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X4pEoED6DDU/TpoA_jINUBI/AAAAAAAAJYU/HoXUIiByDEo/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840573133246482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I filled it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; fruit and pumpkins...  autumn leaves, berries and real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pinecones&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnDc_oeDfiI/TpoA5Rr8-sI/AAAAAAAAJYI/hfPVIbFaV0o/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnDc_oeDfiI/TpoA5Rr8-sI/AAAAAAAAJYI/hfPVIbFaV0o/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840465372117698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sparkly Autumn birdies and raffia tied on the handle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaPb-rwlzig/TpoAzX8gxUI/AAAAAAAAJX8/3do9aQ846ZM/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaPb-rwlzig/TpoAzX8gxUI/AAAAAAAAJX8/3do9aQ846ZM/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840363972969794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't be happier with how it turned out!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaWwAryQRTI/TpoApGvWEcI/AAAAAAAAJXw/ky9e97-i-14/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaWwAryQRTI/TpoApGvWEcI/AAAAAAAAJXw/ky9e97-i-14/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663840187555647938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure where I will put it yet... and not sure what it carried all those years ago...  but today, it is filled with Autumn's bounty and  lots of cherished memories and everlasting love...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8129735114936103816?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8129735114936103816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759529648471119012&amp;postID=8129735114936103816' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8129735114936103816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759529648471119012/posts/default/8129735114936103816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/2011/10/treasure-from-my-past.html' title='A Treasure From My Past...'/><author><name>Julie Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11351116606101921159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-MLn_s-4CE/TysP_QC7pOI/AAAAAAAALKg/5CR1KjNa7_A/s220/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00042ah.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrKp4suRBIg/TpoBYLgvOuI/AAAAAAAAJZE/VwzJVaEcCzw/s72-c/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759529648471119012.post-8008238519926984295</id><published>2011-10-13T19:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:10:16.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Place...</title><content type='html'>As nighttime falls...  I crave a quiet place... my little corner where I can relax after a hectic day... to just sit and think... or write in my journal...  or to just be... my little sanctuary...  quiet solitude...  nothing fancy...  just a few of my favorite things, vintage lace and an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millinery&lt;/span&gt; flower I added to a small table lamp...  a gilded leaf treasure from long ago...  my favorite vintage teacup in which I shall pour a soothing cup of herb tea ... and my favorite picture of me and Tessy taken the day after I came home from  my surgery when she ever so gently climbed up with me and laid her head on me as if to say "I can make it all better"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnCx7qmYQ8I/TpeUwW3PgCI/AAAAAAAAJXk/ITNgRia4A2I/s1600/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnCx7qmYQ8I/TpeUwW3PgCI/AAAAAAAAJXk/ITNgRia4A2I/s400/Imported%2BPhotos%2B01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663158614933602338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I savor my quiet place and my special treasures... simple things that remind me how precious life is and how blessed I am...  do you have a quiet place?...   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/191/F2CD6D3F7FC41D84952490BA39F4DD1E.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759529648471119012-8008238519926984295?l=idyllhours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idyllhours.blogspot.com/feeds/8008238519926984295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='
