Eclectic

is the best word ever.  I now have a style!  I like the odd things and now instead of someone saying, "Her style is a little crazy.  Bless her heart",  I can be eclectic and all is forgiven.

Here is a barbed wire wreath with a tree knot.

A barbed wire "nest" with rusty pliers "birds"

My bone tree

with bird feeder.

Perfect for the upcoming holiday.

A experimental solution

for a trash bag in your car.

The grocery bags fit perfectly inside, 

and are fastened on each side over buttons.

The white part is elastic and the entire bag is washable.

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I will fine tune my idea with color coordination

and different shapes..

Not bad for the first prototype.

This may be adjusted for a glove box trash container.

Scary?

Happy Halloween!

My "New" Car

Due to unforeseen or probably could have guessed circumstances, I have a different car.  It's not new because long ago I decided no vehicle is as valuable as the new sticker price quotes.  My oldest sister, Marcy, is a part owner too, since I drive her to a lot of doctor's appointments.

We have trouble climbing into trucks and if the vehicle is straddling a low spot forget getting in with out a stool or maybe a ladder.

My PT Cruiser is now driven by oldest daughter and another Buick is driven by youngest daughter (since the guy who caused her wreck had no insurance, yep, we bought another old car). The guys have trucks.  BIG trucks.  I have no problem borrowing one when I have some treasure to haul or if the snow is bad enough for four wheel drive...well, I don't drive in snow but I have some one drive me in snow.

You who have known me a while know I lose my vehicle quite often especially in the WalMart parking lot.  So now instead of a reddish Cruiser I have a car color that is almost invisible in the yard! What was I thinking?  It does have one of those gadgets that honks and tells you where it is but you have to know the general direction before you can make it honk.

Yesterday when I went to get groceries in town there was no one in my row.  When I came out a car the same color was parked right beside mine!  I'm thinking, Which one is mine?  Fortunately my license plate begins with the same three numbers of my home address so I knew which one was mine...this time.

I have thought much on how I can make this car stand out because, quite frankly, I don't trust the beeper key...and I could get arrested for entering a car that's not mine.  I placed an air freshener necklace on the mirror, which NEVER had a smell, and is not boldly visible. Can't see it through the tinted glass.

I also considered the ideal of a tennis ball on the antenna. I have a valid fear about that because of a story I read in childhood.  A person had captured a leprechaun and, by rights, had earned the leprechaun's pot of gold.   This leprechaun, naturally full of blarney, convinced the person if he was released he would tie a yellow ribbon on the tree where his treasure lay.  The next morning as the person took his shovel happily into the woods he soon discovered leprechauns could not be trusted especially when it came to their pots of gold.  A yellow ribbon was tied around every tree as far as the eye could see.  And that is why I have issues with tennis balls on the antenna. If I have the tennis ball, when I leave the store there will be hundreds of vehicles with tennis balls on their antennas.

I thought about hanging a Confederate flag on my antenna but it just doesn't look the same as it does flying from a jacked up pickup truck.

I have run out of ideas but I'm sure I will find a solution sooner or later.

Oh, by the way, do you know where I parked my car?

The Last Seven Months

have been a financial, emotional and physical struggle here.  On my birthday, November 2014, our youngest daughter was in a car wreck through no fault of hers.  The other involved party had no insurance and in a lax moment to save money the daughter did not tick uninsured motorists on her policy trying to save money.  Bare bones liability was all she had.

Between doctor's visits and surgeries we kept her and her six year old son here. We shuttled Z back and forth to school the rest of the school year.  There was no other option.

We got on each other's nerves, she would have kicked me a few times if she had two good feet, we had crying jags, we had a few fits and pouts and a few items were slammed down strongly but we got through.  I will be grateful to have my art sewing room back and Andrew will be glad he can leave his door open again.  There are too many things to list of why her father and I are glad but we are very grateful.  All of us thought this day might never come.  Praise God, it did.

After breaking her talus bone in her foot and a collective two weeks in the hospital, nine surgeries later and an extreme bout of infection, she is limping with out a walker, no wheel chair and no cane. Hallelujah!

We have found a inexpensive car to replace her lost one.  They placed her on "medical leave" so she still has a job to return to and things are looking rosier for all concerned. She is temporarily in her home and the stress level for all of us has dropped about 99%.

There are a few wrinkles to iron out but there are celebrations, too. After this Monday which includes a trip to Z's specialist for his ears and a round of stops to insurance, tax office, and revenue office we can officially kick her out and she will be legal to drive...and hopefully be able to work.

We were all blessed but we didn't realize it while squeezed in the middle of all the distress generated by such a situation.  I do know these setbacks were far better than planning a funeral.

I think we're all gonna enjoy this change.

Donations of cash and Valium can be sent to...teasing!

Update to update:  She is home again for Z's appointment tomorrow (I had that wrong!).  Her foot is still infected. Although she can walk, she has other issues that have arisen.  Insurance says six days were too long for her last admission and has refused to pay the bill...said it could have been done in four days!  Work wants her at 100 percent when she returns.

Lord, please bless us some more soon.  Amen.