While out running errands last week, I past by the local Christian university, holding it annual rummage sale. I usually stop in, never take a pre-offered shopping bag, and come away with nothing.
Not this time. This time, I decided to take a shopping tote at the door and proceeded to find (for me) a haul!
A graniteware coffee pot, missing the lid knob, which I will plant with something pretty. A blue glass insulator, and a yellow and blue ceramic baby food warmer, complete with the metal plug for the hot water chamber. Might keep this on my sewing table, or sell it on Ebay. Any thoughts? In the very back is a cute little display rack made from wooden advertising rulers glued together.
Then I found this box of spools of embroidery thread. Might use them, might just display them. Yes, I will put them in something nicer than an old shoebox! Don't you just love this vintage knitted baby boy's outfit?? Haven't decided what to do with this. Any suggestions??
A large tablecloth with brown and sherbety-orange flowers.
And finally, three tea towels and a bit of vintage fabric. I love the rooster/peacock on the towel to the left. The brown linen piece is a brand new towel with flowers of Australia.
Not bad for all of $6! So glad I used their magic shopping tote!
Otherwise, things have been kinda slow around here. For the past few months I have been struggling with stabbing pains from my spine, through my left shoulder and down into the elbow. It feels like when you hit your funny bone, only the twinges never go away! Now, the index finger and thumb on my left hand have gone numb.
The doctor has been chasing the pain around with a syringe of steroids, but it never helps much. I finally went for a an MRI on Sunday (Happy Father's Day, Stud Muffin and please take me to the hospital!) The report indicates that I have bone spurs on 3 vertebrae and I have an appointment with a neurologist in the middle of July. Not surprisingly, the scan of my brain came back as "unremarkable!" I'll say!
So, until then, I am taking Percocet twice a day and some anti-inflammatory drugs and not getting much done. I am on my way towards becoming a real hop-head (as Studly's Aunt Mary used to called it when you take pain killers!) but there isn't anything else to do until the brain guy decides if he want to cut me open and shave off the spurs. Sounds fun, eh? On the good side, Studly thinks I look good in spurs, but that's another story!
This guy is one step ahead of me on the pain meds! Photo by Chuckumentary.
I have been working on my duct tape dummy, but am having trouble crafting a stand for it. I got it stuffed, but when I came back the next morning, it had exploded, looking like a victim on that world famous TV program, CSI: Fluffy-land. There was fluff sticking out everywhere, and duct tape stretched beyond it's limit. And, my lady lumps were looking decidedly flat!! How rude!
I have tried sewing a shirt for myself (not flattering) and have started and stopped a couple of crochet projects. Maybe I will just stare off into space like newborns do, and watch the atoms collide!