Vacation day 11

Today was a work day of just work. Nothing fancy, no creativeness, just get things done. Do the dishes, clean up the kitchen and clean up my email. Some things you just have to do.
We have to save bottles for water. One of the many good things J4 does is he always makes sure we all have water when we go out in the car. So when we clean out the car we have to wash the bottles and fill them up and cool them down again.

J4 asked for some tuna fish salad and I made some for him. It is absolutely the best tuna fish ever. Better than my mom's and better than my mother in laws. OK! There, I said it. No you can't have the recipe. There is a very special secret ingredient. That ingredient makes even the celery taste great. The lowly celery is not the secret ingredient, but it wouldn't be great tuna fish without it.

Here are the loves of my life. I mean here are some of the things I love. My family is the love of my life starting with J4, but these are my vintage tablecloths. I love linens of all kinds. Vintage and new, table & bed, kitchen & dinning are all my kinds of collectibles. Eating on a real tablecloth gives your meal a new meaning. It isn't just to feed the body, but it feeds the soul.

I just can't pass by a sale of linens. You just can't believe how a vintage linen tablecloth feels. It just has a certain "real" feel. Unlike synthetics, linens feel hand-able. That is, when you rub synthetic fabric between your fingers it doesn't feel substantial. When you rub linen between your fingers it has weight and texture and just feels real. When I find vintage 100% cotton sheets I always buy them. I stock up on them. I horde them. If you were to lay down on a synthetic sheet it would feel good, but if you lay down on a 100% cotton sheet, after it has been ironed during a warm summer night and you just shaved your legs, Whoa dude.

The Color Orange

Do you love colors? I do. I love all colors. That is why I love orange. I was looking at some of the things in my collection of fabric (you should read,"overwhelming pile of unused woven threads") and I was amazed at the collection of orange influenced fabrics I have and how much I really love orange. Look at this sheet which I bought at a local thrift store. You see what I mean.

I was amazed, because I don't wear orange. I have too much red in my skin, really, too much red. I have four children and only my son has the skin color I have. My two youngest daughters can wear orange and lime green. I don't remember ever seeing my oldest daughter in those colors, but if you put either of those colors on me it is horrible. I'm serious. It is terrible. So it is amazing to me that I am so drawn to orange.

The shower curtain in my bathroom are two vintage tablecloths sewn together and they are in the orange family.

I'm rather flummoxed about my love of orange. I'm flummoxed until I realize that I am orange. Have you ever noticed that you can't look away from orange? Go ahead try. You have to look at orange. You have to pay attention to orange.

With blue you can let it stay in the background. With red it speaks out loud, but you can look away. But not with orange. You have to look. You just have to. Yellow is playful and pink is sweetness. But orange is making a statement. I guess that is why the hippies loved orange. They would not be ignored.

And that is what made me realize I am orange. I don't want to be in the background. I don't want to be playful and I don't want to be speaking out loud. I just don't want to be ignored. If you look at the table cloth in the picture here you are drawn to the orange. It is not ignored. I love all colors and I love orange. Now you know me. You know that you should not ignore me. I am Orange!