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I Fell Off The Wagon

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx9QzgINNtMYYDutV7K-6Pn1EC5EoIMuwULPrZKuy9fZS1W2EPZekFIGCVoMoAtTiy4Hc14jByJJ-CfXKBUzWSLjZg4F70Awlx0r0ei2YVti2sl8Zyh5iWs3m1PXXDj2AN4IqUZ_ObFU/s1600/$11_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx9QzgINNtMYYDutV7K-6Pn1EC5EoIMuwULPrZKuy9fZS1W2EPZekFIGCVoMoAtTiy4Hc14jByJJ-CfXKBUzWSLjZg4F70Awlx0r0ei2YVti2sl8Zyh5iWs3m1PXXDj2AN4IqUZ_ObFU/s1600/$11_3.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Perhaps I shouldn't have been so Proud, you know, patting Self on the back for the past Year for staying away from all Online Retail sites like E-Bay and Etsy.  Even though they always have the Greatest Stuff ever that you can't always find when you're poncing around Town on Marathon Junquing Missions, no matter how many Honey Holes you know about locally!  *Smiles*  But it's a slippery slope... and so I hadn't even wanted to renew my Interest and set off any chain of events or anything.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeSop9UJgbg8uvwrDN8-43qfAYHi1kLcYzbvLvepUalZUhM4zvl5aw5r_LluC24E-DGctAYfN4hAPMx6Wmt0vaAQ_ccwijBj4HK5MpcJVlfReyQAYPFMeoSKXrL4c2djKB79T0g-xPug/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeSop9UJgbg8uvwrDN8-43qfAYHi1kLcYzbvLvepUalZUhM4zvl5aw5r_LluC24E-DGctAYfN4hAPMx6Wmt0vaAQ_ccwijBj4HK5MpcJVlfReyQAYPFMeoSKXrL4c2djKB79T0g-xPug/s1600/002.JPG" width="547" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>No... I'd concentrated instead on Junquing locally and mostly for Inventory to flip in the Showrooms... because Lord knows Bohemian Valhalla doesn't need another thing to be dragged into this Old House really in the way of Decor.  *LOL*   Yes, I'd been Content for the past Year in just purchasing Locally and Supporting Small Businesses, Thrifts, Flea Markets and Local Artists.</em><br /><em>BTW: The Wool Cowboy Hat I Sourced in this Image Sold in a day of being in my Showroom!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qoaFMwYS7T1TuzbVrBAqCPwS2W6hXXCJlVi_5wcgmh5lNFxpMn173cB5x46su5ZDG1WjTNJ_bL9h-SGfYMCG41BGd3pEdVk7PY9Lp-TTBP7TL8RBmzCeC1eLwGAj32DTuMWVUIWpTP0/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qoaFMwYS7T1TuzbVrBAqCPwS2W6hXXCJlVi_5wcgmh5lNFxpMn173cB5x46su5ZDG1WjTNJ_bL9h-SGfYMCG41BGd3pEdVk7PY9Lp-TTBP7TL8RBmzCeC1eLwGAj32DTuMWVUIWpTP0/s1600/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And it was going well, I hadn't even had the inkling of taking a peek at my Fav Online sites that I used to frequent so regularly that I'm certain a lot of Online Vendors and Artists knew me on a first name basis!?  *Winks*   Nope... I had not even missed them in fact... because why browse and torment yourself if you have no inclination to actually bid or buy?   But Tonight... for some strange reason that I cannot even fathom... the sites were Calling out to me to take a peek... just a peek... after all, it had been so long... and apparently they had Missed me terribly!  *Bwahahaha!* </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhbN0NHLoA85uDC-SzrLD5EEwyq0b4k37plluku7Xke-RrQQTQ2dKE8A6BtFFXN0hQYlurcPuIPEfvrNQlazagfm0TAgpEuZ2b_PiXl4DERyObjUnoOXVWm70pTIHdhOeCQ1WkLBivro/s1600/il_570xN_547939473_iow2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhbN0NHLoA85uDC-SzrLD5EEwyq0b4k37plluku7Xke-RrQQTQ2dKE8A6BtFFXN0hQYlurcPuIPEfvrNQlazagfm0TAgpEuZ2b_PiXl4DERyObjUnoOXVWm70pTIHdhOeCQ1WkLBivro/s1600/il_570xN_547939473_iow2.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Source: Etsy ~ Luv Lucy Art To Wear, Artist: Donna Lucy Ramirez</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>And everything would have been just Fine... because tho' I browsed both sites, nothing much was Calling to me like a Siren's Song... until... I discovered a Fabric Artist that had the most Amazing Wearable Art Creations that are just My Style and Sensibility!!!  *Gasp and be still my beating Heart!*  I J'Adored every single Creation and could see them all hanging in my Closet in my Mind's Eye... but mostly and especially this one, which was Plus Sized no less... it must be a Sign?!!!  *LOL, yeah I can Justify things that way when I want to!*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLfwhT9rcUswFTJX_OMzlTgo3j0_PjeE0HwhIAG-tMLvbJ1DLoZXLqYNUnFA8BaXxebajlV0IWf66azdA5wRC1mS7B_Tcd5ZJM656OwJ3O8niLaQ5bT9AuT0QeVby8bWYwg413Mo08VI/s1600/il_570xN_547939319_13ah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLfwhT9rcUswFTJX_OMzlTgo3j0_PjeE0HwhIAG-tMLvbJ1DLoZXLqYNUnFA8BaXxebajlV0IWf66azdA5wRC1mS7B_Tcd5ZJM656OwJ3O8niLaQ5bT9AuT0QeVby8bWYwg413Mo08VI/s1600/il_570xN_547939319_13ah.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Source: Etsy ~ Luv Lucy Art To Wear ~ Artist: Donna Lucy Ramirez</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>I'd had excellent Sales in my Showrooms last Month, with my diligence in 'Picking' and letting go of just about everything I was buying lately... and with the fierce Editing and Purging going on at Home... and squirreled most of the proceeds away, I had a small Stash of discretionary Mad Money available.   And a lot of my Favorite Wardrobe was wearing out because I've had it all so long, I'm still often wearing Anchor pieces I bought more than a Decade ago.  Since I haven't purchased much new Wardrobe my present pieces are getting more than Gently Used and I desperately need some additional Favorite pieces to re-fill the Closet and give the older pieces a break before they become unwearable!   So... I fell off the Wagon... after a whole Year... and HAD to have it... it was just too perfect to resist.  And Honestly, I didn't want to resist... if I don't Deserve it, who does?  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjechVn6ZV0NkwQcxrhPP-dEs-AHxBQ1aRRbV7G9pjxFbmBXuyJCGl2ZbSx3D7zcgd1wxtBplqfJ8hsRuduSUxyawERiVPTWPYzmQ-ZXT0LlwB54oH0JkxOf4gmvyLWAWUfooy1bdcDTJA/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjechVn6ZV0NkwQcxrhPP-dEs-AHxBQ1aRRbV7G9pjxFbmBXuyJCGl2ZbSx3D7zcgd1wxtBplqfJ8hsRuduSUxyawERiVPTWPYzmQ-ZXT0LlwB54oH0JkxOf4gmvyLWAWUfooy1bdcDTJA/s1600/053.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I just Hope I haven't rekindled something and that a spark doesn't burst into a Flame or outright Wildfire?!?  *Smiles*  I don't think it probably will, since it isn't quite the same as the actual Thrill Of The Hunt, which is an Adrenalin Rush that can't be Compared.  Sure, you can find almost anything Online... and Auctions are exciting, even if you don't Win.  You can find the most obscure items, rare items, hard to find items to fill those holes in your most Cherished Collections, far more easily than searching high and low for them in your tiny corner of the World and often coming up empty handed.  And you can Discover Amazing Artists you never knew about.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fNCWOulin-CUdKsVJuZkPvsYBfJuFh3LPswGv2lIedVqQDqEgn5l4Ysxc8hOF5cizrU-7Q9xOj3NNV90ajc2qG1Y_oh7luUjb7u-x2aBsy4cAs_4QTQP5b2ZsU2Zy0KgaPZ3aLYQXzY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fNCWOulin-CUdKsVJuZkPvsYBfJuFh3LPswGv2lIedVqQDqEgn5l4Ysxc8hOF5cizrU-7Q9xOj3NNV90ajc2qG1Y_oh7luUjb7u-x2aBsy4cAs_4QTQP5b2ZsU2Zy0KgaPZ3aLYQXzY/s1600/032.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Not to mention I've often found the best Prices EVER in my Online Conquests and especially at Online Auctions.  Or by up-and-coming Artists that have opened an Online Shop and who haven't been Discovered and Featured everywhere so their Creations aren't in the Stratosphere yet and can still be had by us Regular Folks.  I always Patronize New Artists I Admire the Work of... and sometimes they become Well Known and your Collection of their Work become a Wise Investment indeed.  So I'm not discounting Online sites whatsoever, they are an Awesome Source... it's just that for me... I could get carried away with finding way too much that I would be hard pressed to Resist... because the Selection is so vast and so easily Accessible!   So its like a Buffet... where you could fill your plate too full and eat too much... so best to just stay away and not Tempt yourself if you're a Foodie!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XBrg8Qi5s6A9vas-_1jIWi1ik3q5kzPflo-Wwcu5fWZr86lEJpB__867Bu6C-I84hVovAWZWB98tc4XqG_Y4NM1y1QeyJIp-Y2oUO9wxNXzY8K5lcRNIBBBgemvcuNFLSpoqEpjZFNk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XBrg8Qi5s6A9vas-_1jIWi1ik3q5kzPflo-Wwcu5fWZr86lEJpB__867Bu6C-I84hVovAWZWB98tc4XqG_Y4NM1y1QeyJIp-Y2oUO9wxNXzY8K5lcRNIBBBgemvcuNFLSpoqEpjZFNk/s1600/007.JPG" width="572" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But... I AM Glad I made the Rare Visit and Indulged myself with a Fabulous piece of Wearable Art that I will use often and be a Wardrobe Staple worth Investing in.   I just have to resolve to stay away for perhaps another Year now or unless I Win the Lottery or something and Money becomes no object *LOL*... and remember that Peeking often leads to Buying, since it would be a Rarity not to discover something absolutely Amazing.  Or a Collectible to round out a Collection by filling that Void you had, or Perceived you had in the Collection.  *Smiles*  Because lets face it, if you Collect it, you can always Justify one more, right?!?   And if you're a Fashion Diva your Wardrobe and Accessories almost Defines you and your Style!   I can't even remember the last time I bought off-the-rack wear rather than Artist Created OOAK pieces or Thrift Store Ensembles I Upcycle myself!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Gpaab654HDBGvbZZmaeXHiZ8kQ2F7SUIvAXcRWqOXrYzR3CsOoMrG2GvXxEFXyQL59cnbgTVKRSA5Osiy4qq5kq6xiXR4FnT-Zxjc6MEo6qYe64j-AXG3rvPfQ9QRYFCoauMPG7Rf14/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Gpaab654HDBGvbZZmaeXHiZ8kQ2F7SUIvAXcRWqOXrYzR3CsOoMrG2GvXxEFXyQL59cnbgTVKRSA5Osiy4qq5kq6xiXR4FnT-Zxjc6MEo6qYe64j-AXG3rvPfQ9QRYFCoauMPG7Rf14/s1600/051.JPG" width="554" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And we're so Proud that our Grandson was Featured in yet another Local Paper and made the Front Page!!!  {See Image Below}  Here's to his Star Rising!!!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmmRYBPJD_kko31UVsM8XbzEUc0EkpnUVLNtnJWbnK1AqvNk3xse8k3ugvJd6XgMXacUqdiOtp2G2uhWefE4-auxKW766DY_T0hRkSMDefyz01BkPkN4xpMxacWO0Q7YXwbP0lPwzcAU/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmmRYBPJD_kko31UVsM8XbzEUc0EkpnUVLNtnJWbnK1AqvNk3xse8k3ugvJd6XgMXacUqdiOtp2G2uhWefE4-auxKW766DY_T0hRkSMDefyz01BkPkN4xpMxacWO0Q7YXwbP0lPwzcAU/s1600/010.JPG" width="597" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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I Fell Off The Wagon

Perhaps I shouldn't have been so Proud, you know, patting Self on the back for the past Year for staying away from all Online Retail sit...

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The Frivolous Post... Getting Back To The Fluff

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aRl1YMsOmIRRDxcI96Xdodik-cCJ92CDzP_w3gK2POHlkdZNKxb5p4RgpbObrhSkXkcCHSIt8MiW9ojb_z_V2hME7ypCj8IdZvZzaPMnZM3jQLP4SipM5mResC4LW7NNo0HEpsge10o/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aRl1YMsOmIRRDxcI96Xdodik-cCJ92CDzP_w3gK2POHlkdZNKxb5p4RgpbObrhSkXkcCHSIt8MiW9ojb_z_V2hME7ypCj8IdZvZzaPMnZM3jQLP4SipM5mResC4LW7NNo0HEpsge10o/s1600/036.JPG" width="502" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Good Lord, won't you ever get back to the Fluff, my Blog seemed to be saying each time I Posted about a Heavy Topic salted with Pretty Pictures!  Which was indeed an odd juxtaposition that really made no sense at all either... Morbid Story line coupled with Cheery Images, it really seemed rather schizo even to me.   But I just didn't know what I'd Photograph that went with those Story lines... unless I saw a Train Wreck or something.   So I've been more than ready to get back to the Fluff around here... REALLY more than ready... I NEEDED a good Frivolous Post... so here it is.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv22nsZtC33euiWm-3wftuPrVfcPWOhNtA8pRfEQJ5jefxDVJBacGUb8r-afyVWokBF-RvnXYaH0a6C09b_zonYYN57v_jCvta5XUSVRSHoi-FrfQ2GCkbpOcL_1nOJ8r1wdqHhIxPsXY/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv22nsZtC33euiWm-3wftuPrVfcPWOhNtA8pRfEQJ5jefxDVJBacGUb8r-afyVWokBF-RvnXYaH0a6C09b_zonYYN57v_jCvta5XUSVRSHoi-FrfQ2GCkbpOcL_1nOJ8r1wdqHhIxPsXY/s1600/034.JPG" width="510" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And it really lines up with what I've been doing in my rare Free Time of late... Frivolous Pursuits, mostly around the Home.  Things of little or no consequence but which in the doing of them, these trifles, was very soothing and restored my Calm.  And it's not as if there were not a host of Important things I could be doing instead around the Home, things that need to be done and have piled up.  But doing that which doesn't matter at all and doesn't even NEED to be done is the Frivolity I Craved I suppose.   I wanted to Engage in something so totally unimportant and un-necessary that it was Liberating and more than a little Rebellious, given what was waiting to get done and being ignored around the house while I did it!  *LOL*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXi2cfoWv4L1SaysY003VY3gjJxWyBbXDozf8UueCuc2StpAPh1Lmp0zRy-eze2fAhvbm5cLFt1zrpfcQRnv4xgEwUQEgC3AH6gtRfDqhB_MqpT81sQhRj1fa98ITAXVcYIncNt4XETIw/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXi2cfoWv4L1SaysY003VY3gjJxWyBbXDozf8UueCuc2StpAPh1Lmp0zRy-eze2fAhvbm5cLFt1zrpfcQRnv4xgEwUQEgC3AH6gtRfDqhB_MqpT81sQhRj1fa98ITAXVcYIncNt4XETIw/s1600/033.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So picture this... the house is pretty much in disarray and chaos since my Hospitalization... and I'm stepping over or around stuff to Organize random drawers and unseen places that could probably wait Years to get to... if ever... because nobody would ever notice and the effort wouldn't be evident or acknowledged!  And it was just the right thing to do because I felt such a sense of Satisfaction and Calm while I accomplished this task.   There just is no sense of Urgency to Organize a hidden Space, no anxiety about Editing and Purging the contents of something you completely forgot about because it was out of sight and out of mind.  So it goes along expediently and a full drawer soon became practically an empty one in short order!   An empty Space for me is a Big Deal.  Keeping a Space empty is an even Bigger Deal.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAe3Sr-09iANds-QJ7vi6kS2HpaMWdfrxz1BD1VdB7Tj1s7IjebkY_XTF9GaQnYvneS7Q2rBcyJTZydZElEWK984GePcRk8_5nVheyuiE7sEtyeU3QXdn30lCM-AhOf0UAz1i1Fjix4g/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAe3Sr-09iANds-QJ7vi6kS2HpaMWdfrxz1BD1VdB7Tj1s7IjebkY_XTF9GaQnYvneS7Q2rBcyJTZydZElEWK984GePcRk8_5nVheyuiE7sEtyeU3QXdn30lCM-AhOf0UAz1i1Fjix4g/s1600/032.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And it was Interesting to see what had been squirreled away in those random drawers over Time.  Sure, I did discover a few Hidden Treasures long since forgotten and still Valued... but mostly and generally, it all could go... either in the trash or a donation box... with a few Inventory worthy to be Showroom bound.  The 'Keep' pile on the other hand, wasn't really a pile at all... more a smattering that seemed lost in the drawer now.   And having any empty 'Storage' Space is always something I can get Jazzed about.  Empty 'Storage' means that there is no un-necessary Excess that isn't in Use or not being Enjoyed.  And except for Seasonal Items, I don't like Storing things, never have, never will.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCIK5q6kXwFTzcrcnh_LucAVEq-bmwdqrc7nXNfgl94J9ksgqLIPHSbNAL3AoXhiFY8DkcJRFVbGStGftw1HQCuVSsKjSVU-CQxqoyzLoyGcXOt5Mww_UR3NzW7VhCSZ-RMptdNhaztY/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCIK5q6kXwFTzcrcnh_LucAVEq-bmwdqrc7nXNfgl94J9ksgqLIPHSbNAL3AoXhiFY8DkcJRFVbGStGftw1HQCuVSsKjSVU-CQxqoyzLoyGcXOt5Mww_UR3NzW7VhCSZ-RMptdNhaztY/s1600/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>There must have been something very Soothing about Gramma putzing around Organizing drawers and closet Space to the G-Kid Force too.   Usually when I'm doing a Full On necessary Housekeeping task they're interrupting or Needy all of a sudden, so that I'm totally distracted and ineffective in the Pursuit of Cleanliness and Order around this Old House.  But with the Rhythm and monotony of repetitive shuffling thru these Spaces nobody cares about... that lulled them to Sleep, since they both faded out sound asleep long before bedtime and in their clothes no less!!!   These, the Vamp Kids that can stay up all Night even if their Day has been full!   The Princess had even apparently fallen asleep whilst saying her Bedtime Prayers, hands still Sweetly clasped in Prayer... and didn't rouse even when I undressed her for bedtime!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdU0sYsetQSag5wVSuY_2sjqM9ElJ-9nZe1mCdfjc0E-ailCdYfQDSh0dnGn5lXCmpbN8ksx7PtVKiFgmVk9lNW1FRmS4xCkJf9XIUzBWgnZ2Og_QkOGMYugQDFh3vZqJs5cRZOlaJMo/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdU0sYsetQSag5wVSuY_2sjqM9ElJ-9nZe1mCdfjc0E-ailCdYfQDSh0dnGn5lXCmpbN8ksx7PtVKiFgmVk9lNW1FRmS4xCkJf9XIUzBWgnZ2Og_QkOGMYugQDFh3vZqJs5cRZOlaJMo/s1600/027.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And it made me recall something that I always found to be extremely Soothing when I was Working high Pressure Careers during my Corporate Lives.  Our Employers always had those Rent-A-Plant People that came in and Cared for and Maintained the Live Fauna around the buildings.  No matter how high Pressure the Work I happened to be doing was, when those Plant Maintenance People came in, the background sounds of them Quietly Tending to the Plants was akin to being beside a Stream in the Forrest.  I used to look forward to them coming in because though Clearly the Plants didn't need them very often, since they were automatically fed and fertilized... the Ritual of the Pruning and Cleaning brought an Energy to the room that was an Essence of Pure Calm and lingered long after they departed.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhY9XX6WHODt8ptWrgKMaHcLTrjjJsAwy8f2ss4jW0El-tCLZsHJgdu-6yjmy5pyEdjyDo6gutYWHYnqV5Uw5VnBec2QJ7frbb_smX472xtd5RtC1_dsnTmVwRmPIXf1YNMPNj40QHjo/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhY9XX6WHODt8ptWrgKMaHcLTrjjJsAwy8f2ss4jW0El-tCLZsHJgdu-6yjmy5pyEdjyDo6gutYWHYnqV5Uw5VnBec2QJ7frbb_smX472xtd5RtC1_dsnTmVwRmPIXf1YNMPNj40QHjo/s1600/004.JPG" width="633" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>It was a Strange Phenomenon that I could never explain... and I've found that when I get back to the Fluff... those Passions, Activities and Rituals that just Feel Soothing to the Soul and rest the Mind, a Calmness Prevails.   When you get caught up in the busyness of Life it's easy to forget those things that anchor and center a Calmness to your days... they can get pushed to the back burner while you're perculating away on the burner thats producing the most Heat.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcdZuSsFas5WNL1AGN_pQonrURKfqVmI6gP7VKUxXGYGIO7LCP6l-imaeMSTkmpzXp1GREUm0s81js5EssRVb_P3Q0WSn3qGN8LCesZSKTv_ar8gStPcFrdyKN65hD0W7qvnWk2QkoIs/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmcdZuSsFas5WNL1AGN_pQonrURKfqVmI6gP7VKUxXGYGIO7LCP6l-imaeMSTkmpzXp1GREUm0s81js5EssRVb_P3Q0WSn3qGN8LCesZSKTv_ar8gStPcFrdyKN65hD0W7qvnWk2QkoIs/s1600/083.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And as I sorted thru random drawers of items long since forgotten and hastily stashed away it brought Home how un-necessary so many things actually are that we clutter our Lives with.  I couldn't Believe some of the stuff that we'd hung onto and squirreled away that could have and should have merely been discarded long ago.  Perhaps we thought we'd need or use them, who knows, I can't even remember.  Other things were incidentals that had been purchased and never used... and probably never would be if they became lost in the minutia of cluttered out of the way Storage Spaces.  Wasted Resources... and yet, in the Time spent sorting thru it all, I can't say that it was actually Wasted Time, because it brought some Clarity and Focus that I needed at just the right Time.  It somehow Helped me to Prioritize other things properly and with more Calm than before the Ritualistic cleansing and cleaning began.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZC0el_94AwPFWLIusEVjzPgCIxVn0EF2k0ZXkEPkezBDZM0iC4febKR6IukDFpHWDaAo8bCb4IJWGtlobNEgQ5nYOpZSfeKRRpRXhfl9Tgil60fyNqXyKVq7XzM7Mu0Xvkj3Qy8v9X8o/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZC0el_94AwPFWLIusEVjzPgCIxVn0EF2k0ZXkEPkezBDZM0iC4febKR6IukDFpHWDaAo8bCb4IJWGtlobNEgQ5nYOpZSfeKRRpRXhfl9Tgil60fyNqXyKVq7XzM7Mu0Xvkj3Qy8v9X8o/s1600/070.JPG" width="594" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And so I've resolved to slowly and Purposefully go thru the entire house and other Storage in much the same way until every nook and every cranny has been dealt with... so that I'm spending equal Time with Frivolity and Fluff that has distinct Purpose even though it doesn't really matter that much if it got done at all.  And perhaps more Frivolous Posts to document my progress and the Process.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4BEeFPCNqzqlQ6QbYSKR7dHHpBga9onopF0YuYStsc8rmuA7zY6ovtaX8uOpGmGusfGHa7ZdI8IlaMdIVQn8PF3AadBW3-CXFlzeEhBfZyqo9_Buu0Fd7AP1Chy4svOvMEdNj8-JfOc/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4BEeFPCNqzqlQ6QbYSKR7dHHpBga9onopF0YuYStsc8rmuA7zY6ovtaX8uOpGmGusfGHa7ZdI8IlaMdIVQn8PF3AadBW3-CXFlzeEhBfZyqo9_Buu0Fd7AP1Chy4svOvMEdNj8-JfOc/s1600/007.JPG" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And who knows where that might lead... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div align="center"></div></div>

The Frivolous Post... Getting Back To The Fluff

Good Lord, won't you ever get back to the Fluff, my Blog seemed to be saying each time I Posted about a Heavy Topic salted with Pret...

6:42 AM

Waiting On Spring

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4cJK2M4nIiQqNPUMN2RbQ8uueEt7JzUmGiyfJqFc9bYOtoHIBjGKVZ37VwejSAYnRZvOoql5AndcwVIoueJ23W8pYOEuBguKy2u3mqCDRxw8cFIin0hWuXzXGxp7nTMsrq_M9c5rGzQ/s1600/214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4cJK2M4nIiQqNPUMN2RbQ8uueEt7JzUmGiyfJqFc9bYOtoHIBjGKVZ37VwejSAYnRZvOoql5AndcwVIoueJ23W8pYOEuBguKy2u3mqCDRxw8cFIin0hWuXzXGxp7nTMsrq_M9c5rGzQ/s1600/214.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It's always mildest in the Fall and Winter here in the Desert, but there's just something about Spring that I always look forward to.  It signifies Re-birth to so many things that have remained dormant and will Spring to Life again when the rains come and things warm up, especially the Desert Wildflowers and Cactus Flowers.  It will be the time of year that most Wild Creatures will have their Adorable Offspring in tow.  I just Love the Baby Quail running in line behind their equally Adorable Parents. </em></div><div align="center"><em>It will be time to spend more time in the Garden... and to visit the Desert Botanical Gardens even more often... Chuhuly has another Exhibit there and I Adore his Magnificent Work.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWJJVr0vYF_VnmInOE_TUXgJRYFfNPjQmGPgnn_txabgoNGP_w63-SXGZmHe6vFuyA_16mmO7Z54dfxV0WV-zfKBC2LjAGkRYnDMrxfG_3rLrAuqWlvOdWv8WO9WD9Fl-yUEKJjBpAoc/s1600/666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWJJVr0vYF_VnmInOE_TUXgJRYFfNPjQmGPgnn_txabgoNGP_w63-SXGZmHe6vFuyA_16mmO7Z54dfxV0WV-zfKBC2LjAGkRYnDMrxfG_3rLrAuqWlvOdWv8WO9WD9Fl-yUEKJjBpAoc/s1600/666.JPG" width="409" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I fondly recall all the times Mom and I went to the Gardens together and how the Butterflies always landed upon her... Mom has always had a way with Wildlife, they have never feared her and something about her always drew them to her as if they were Tame... folks always Marveled at that 'Gift' she had with Wild Things.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMLbIgNa1tk3lXl37ZIjixqaDa9ltOxHatvp1GpMyVrQwXySqygYEJynUu505pkSBvelnPGrIN-r6lHKSou-pCMrWzWMj4BEg62JxmdGyDsL6H1GL2G6yd7gXRsTsBQYb1aV0ZoElDDY/s1600/669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMLbIgNa1tk3lXl37ZIjixqaDa9ltOxHatvp1GpMyVrQwXySqygYEJynUu505pkSBvelnPGrIN-r6lHKSou-pCMrWzWMj4BEg62JxmdGyDsL6H1GL2G6yd7gXRsTsBQYb1aV0ZoElDDY/s1600/669.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>But most especially when I see Butterflies I think of Mom... they are one of our Favorites of the Insect Kingdom... and in Spring the Butterflies are everywhere with their Ethereal Beauty and Fragility, yet thriving in even a harsh environment!!!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5uCjNLIP20XA8dSkNmg0FJkJH40JB2_7fdqKR2Cqk6yNPP0zryanmUEEs7t-kEAsG-AGzhe7Lmh-UTRbQXHoEMUPndTaRRWLtZD62JeTIQpB5UjQeTsyKyIEm6xD8GNgPlHNl_EhWes/s1600/190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5uCjNLIP20XA8dSkNmg0FJkJH40JB2_7fdqKR2Cqk6yNPP0zryanmUEEs7t-kEAsG-AGzhe7Lmh-UTRbQXHoEMUPndTaRRWLtZD62JeTIQpB5UjQeTsyKyIEm6xD8GNgPlHNl_EhWes/s1600/190.JPG" width="618" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I gleened my Raw Cotton from the edges of the Harvested Fields around our Home and found some Grapevine Wreaths at the Thrift Store... so I'll be Creating my Spring Wreaths for the Doors at Home this week... while waiting on Spring there's still so much to be done for New Beginnings to the Fresh New Year...</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTH854IENNbRx-qo_Bj2uHyqeRLgGf98mMPc8RYpW9we83bjzCmZd695x5viw_k98pmzsD2wZ5RQ0Tk6UBywud-agumzlW77M7KZ6oCpWQ1Vkf3ZIK0bJjFiUqSi1lvMdHtqe77ApBRE/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTH854IENNbRx-qo_Bj2uHyqeRLgGf98mMPc8RYpW9we83bjzCmZd695x5viw_k98pmzsD2wZ5RQ0Tk6UBywud-agumzlW77M7KZ6oCpWQ1Vkf3ZIK0bJjFiUqSi1lvMdHtqe77ApBRE/s1600/046.JPG" width="543" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div align="center"> </div></div>

Waiting On Spring

It's always mildest in the Fall and Winter here in the Desert, but there's just something about Spring that I always look forward to...

4:35 PM

Climbing Out Of A Pit Of Despair

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIolCd1-K4qsbjTA3O8-2d8OXfmwKObzdqMmHQikQY8FpPkHJqRKN1h4kc6tpoRgEeLwzEsKWEQPaxIsdPolZKzucITsRfkUqJPT1lGzCVMBqNG7t3VXGI0eBdzz-rCdA0mp5riNFLek/s1600/269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIolCd1-K4qsbjTA3O8-2d8OXfmwKObzdqMmHQikQY8FpPkHJqRKN1h4kc6tpoRgEeLwzEsKWEQPaxIsdPolZKzucITsRfkUqJPT1lGzCVMBqNG7t3VXGI0eBdzz-rCdA0mp5riNFLek/s1600/269.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Climbing out of a Pit of Despair is hard work, and depending on how deeply you've gone down, it can take longer than you're comfortable with being down there... in the Pit.   I'm not one to enjoy wallowing in Misery or be comfortable at all with Negative Energy or Dark Moods, it's just not who I am and what I prefer to be about and around.  I don't feel like me in that Condition... I don't like me in that Condition... and it feels so Foreign and disembodied to be depressed and angry anyway... who after all WANTS to be Unlovely, I can't Imagine!?  Stuck in the Pit of Despair with no obvious way up and out I get ultra Cranky and frustrated trying to find a way out, I get impatient being down for any length of time and my Countenance shows it.  But I AM climbing out, I just can't stay there and my Desire is to emerge and re-group.  Also to Meditate upon what got me there and what entices me to climb out and try to stay out? </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFO0ASB-iTlJJCDaAG_OWc-ZYn3FxMhDi3fjDwe2HhYSsQTRMwKOsqWlkjP4ys6LSLGtMvD0vhHaR8GtoZ_gqrbno2zMHbWiiEBnoOy7fP6EBigu2VLMgkhDtVtqwhqk0dLONQhdka_BU/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFO0ASB-iTlJJCDaAG_OWc-ZYn3FxMhDi3fjDwe2HhYSsQTRMwKOsqWlkjP4ys6LSLGtMvD0vhHaR8GtoZ_gqrbno2zMHbWiiEBnoOy7fP6EBigu2VLMgkhDtVtqwhqk0dLONQhdka_BU/s1600/037.JPG" width="562" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I've always been one to surround myself with Beauty and Peace even in the most difficult of situations or conditions... the Beauty keeps me grounded, Uplifted and Centered when I threaten to drift off Center or allow circumstances and the Issues of Life to affect my Mood and Attitude in an unlovely way.  The Peace keeps me in the Fruits of the Spirit and Calm... or at least Calmer!  And I realized that the last straw for me just happened to be being asked to rid myself of what I've carefully surrounded myself with that is Beautiful and Peaceful, that which somehow keeps Life Beautiful and with a Measure of Peace for me just by it's mere Presence.  That which makes me want to come Home, Be Home and want to Stay Home because it has the Essence of Home for me.  Beauty amid the Ashes and whatever ugly or unlovely and difficult is going on.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6ip-cCm_58TSXeeprdw0qTQTg6Uy-SyMEmzvUQhh0WHqyMfxRBenYJyIyV5WENV3I9H-KrfxHGq5U4NpkiCrGK0VOnmIqA56tisw9sXs0VD5EXbw-C9jeKTKS3gVThkBo93yYwCOdtU/s1600/173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg6ip-cCm_58TSXeeprdw0qTQTg6Uy-SyMEmzvUQhh0WHqyMfxRBenYJyIyV5WENV3I9H-KrfxHGq5U4NpkiCrGK0VOnmIqA56tisw9sXs0VD5EXbw-C9jeKTKS3gVThkBo93yYwCOdtU/s1600/173.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Children have a way of Expressing Truth with such Raw Simplicity and Honesty that it cuts to the chase and leaves no Mystery behind the Profound Observations they expound, they have no Desire yet to be Politically Correct, they speak and shoot straight from the Heart.  Reflection upon some of Princess T's Profound Statements as we continued harshly Purging Beloved possessions to accommodate The Man's Medical Condition, and replace cleared out areas with needed Medical Equipment, helped me to recognize just why I was so Upset, angry, off-center and uncomfortable too. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5fwVifx9SF3YrNWnrFHclSH0WBhxSRhg6OwlZYJoIyEHLuuXp-0CTMENWrPZzZ-e1FOSN5NZVsXo6k0IJE1aoGmokehs0xx7Tt_cVGdBS3hEmuw8D09ktGwwQrour0iv86TnTk2fBHM/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5fwVifx9SF3YrNWnrFHclSH0WBhxSRhg6OwlZYJoIyEHLuuXp-0CTMENWrPZzZ-e1FOSN5NZVsXo6k0IJE1aoGmokehs0xx7Tt_cVGdBS3hEmuw8D09ktGwwQrour0iv86TnTk2fBHM/s1600/101.JPG" width="518" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"This place is starting to look like a Hospital and not our Home... and Grandpa wanted to come HOME because he missed it and didn't want to Live in a Hospital and I don't want to either!"   She was ranting and raving because all our Beautiful comfy Kilim Pillows and Pouffs that we sat around at the Coffee Table, to eat, visit and watch TV, were now banished because they posed a tripping hazard to Grandpa and limited space to maneuver his Walker.  And lets face it, he fell anyway, over nothing, so she didn't see much point in our efforts either.  I hadn't been able to bring myself to get rid of them just yet... but now they're languishing in Storage... perhaps indefinitely. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Home can be the one Truly Self-Indulgent Space in Life and your Domain.  Especially if Changes go against your Will, what you want, and come against what you have Attachment to... it can become a most difficult compromise and Sacrifice in the Home to be Forced to make Changes you don't want, don't like and yet can't really throw up resistance to.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDEL20KFKTaslf33j-Fj8Y5J8p0gT6O7mlZh_ACJ27LeS3LGF9iLF7Oryiiw0p_lzDHgf2jI0ZR4wtpYNnlFuBtAfUhxHNDr_SIK6KOMlNmMqFq4Z7B4H3p80g9xVqNNrBkHR-v8_xgk/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDEL20KFKTaslf33j-Fj8Y5J8p0gT6O7mlZh_ACJ27LeS3LGF9iLF7Oryiiw0p_lzDHgf2jI0ZR4wtpYNnlFuBtAfUhxHNDr_SIK6KOMlNmMqFq4Z7B4H3p80g9xVqNNrBkHR-v8_xgk/s1600/103.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>If you've worked very hard to Create a Beautiful Home for everyone in the household and have it almost the way you want it... with Beloved objects Collected over a Lifetime in it, that you would no longer be able to replace at this Season of Life... being Forced to Change it all up, cast much of it off and not have it resemble Home is painful.  I thought it had just been me that was experiencing the pain... apparently not.  Having a slew of Medical Equipment in a Home makes keeping it 'Homey' somewhat of a Challenge... Medical Equipment is often ugly, cumbersome and so Sterile, no way to make it look Styled or Beautiful, that's for sure!  It is also a constant ugly Reminder of how sideways or upside down things have become for a Loved One that needs it.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75QTKQbTWHuWbVsY552YwCKhGJ8FL6wZgbikeTQowrHCwGxAEZkN-_rx49nf-jMHAucBASTsWaWd2LdluenhzjbMyPOdSMKOEfplUTW9w-c2IaZg8wimw_9O2aMg7xe1CI1GbzgJmOME/s1600/170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg75QTKQbTWHuWbVsY552YwCKhGJ8FL6wZgbikeTQowrHCwGxAEZkN-_rx49nf-jMHAucBASTsWaWd2LdluenhzjbMyPOdSMKOEfplUTW9w-c2IaZg8wimw_9O2aMg7xe1CI1GbzgJmOME/s1600/170.JPG" width="630" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"I HATE all these stupid Oxygen Tanks..." she proclaims, as she deliberately smashes her rolling backpack into them on her way in or out of the front door every day.  I have tried to obscure them behind his Recliner and to the side of it... there's so many and we've stubbed many a toe on them where ever we've put them since they take up a lot of space.  And once, the Princess got hit in the head with one of the larger ones in the back seat of the Jeep when it tipped over in such tight quarters.  Because Transporting a person and all their Medical Equipment while finding Space for everyone and everything else in a Vehicle is no small feat!  Not to mention exhausting... it's all made so sturdy, cumbersome and HEAVY!   So Princess T eyeballs these Oxygen Tanks and the big ole' extremely noisy Oxygen Machine as The Devil intruding upon our Home and the way things WERE!  Oh how we often long for how things WERE when we're in this Transitional Space of outright Rebellion and Rage against how it now IS!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfiNdNsziCuxCgXp0QLIdzwaJUYw5e_Yf77vlypiVHbNQ_uu4_1lJ0RGGsxorci6Iqk2BConAMgCF-ykuiHBUICMXaSd5bux7hztSBtICOvcY08gj8Re4_pJV4sd_1gCJFuSIeAaWqC8/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfiNdNsziCuxCgXp0QLIdzwaJUYw5e_Yf77vlypiVHbNQ_uu4_1lJ0RGGsxorci6Iqk2BConAMgCF-ykuiHBUICMXaSd5bux7hztSBtICOvcY08gj8Re4_pJV4sd_1gCJFuSIeAaWqC8/s1600/110.JPG" width="504" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"And why do we have to get rid of all of OUR stuff Gramma, it's not Fair!"   Yeah, Kid, Life ain't Fair, otherwise bras wouldn't come in sizes.   But her point is well taken, I'm secretly in Agreement with her actually, her Candid proclamations hit a raw nerve with me that I had to acknowledge as my own Truth... she's outwardly Expressed with the Innocence of a Child what I'd kept bottled up and Pretended didn't bother me nearly as much as clearly it did.  Accepting the results and Changes Created by a Catastrophic Accident or Illness in a Loved One is difficult enough... making it possible for them to return to or remain in the Home becomes just another stressor to an already difficult stressful situation.  There is so much Transition for us all... and of coarse in a Perfect World everything would be as it WAS once again one day... only it won't ... and you Rebel against that, each in their own way, at least at first, until total Resignation leading to Acceptance prevails... it's a Process... just like any form of Grieving and Loss.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-vy_D_DPU5PHyuJMzFXASD3ZOQOo-nN5m_F9BULlX8MFngMb3kZIHdQabPLdYpFhHFmgoG45nV3qH5hMOJyC9zfWw_eUVdBdMUiWGvywkqW_cg1Sc2eKDL4dIiiKaTKtinTSuk0FbbY/s1600/265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-vy_D_DPU5PHyuJMzFXASD3ZOQOo-nN5m_F9BULlX8MFngMb3kZIHdQabPLdYpFhHFmgoG45nV3qH5hMOJyC9zfWw_eUVdBdMUiWGvywkqW_cg1Sc2eKDL4dIiiKaTKtinTSuk0FbbY/s1600/265.JPG" width="568" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"Well, just think, we'll have more room to Dance!" I say... "And less to take care of, so we'll have more Time for other things."   I don't know what Things I'm even talking about, but it sounds good and I can almost convince myself there's a Silver Lining somewhere in the Clouds if I make stuff up as I go along that sound Promising enough to Believe.   Yes, I'm doing the hard work of climbing out of a Pit of Despair towards the Light.  The difficult part is that the Pit is starting to resemble my Home... as we empty it and cast off that which I'd rather hold onto if I could... but I can't... so I'm trying to Adjust to the Changes too... and still WANT to be here however unlike Home it looks, rather than run away and join the Circus or something... and without having Childlike Tantrums as well since clearly there's already plenty of those going on around here!  *Rolling of eyes*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU9wODBzSjcpdSvsOKkYEA8nNunNHV8buWKY-hsOh_XdAnht01TY9HqtKmI8HWrN2IjSvyW7A1Z7cUGusuUKRkDi2hGegaKtJ-A5uG0jcTYT0AaLJb_b4KV63tUy93N9q98-lsWbBTHE/s1600/188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU9wODBzSjcpdSvsOKkYEA8nNunNHV8buWKY-hsOh_XdAnht01TY9HqtKmI8HWrN2IjSvyW7A1Z7cUGusuUKRkDi2hGegaKtJ-A5uG0jcTYT0AaLJb_b4KV63tUy93N9q98-lsWbBTHE/s1600/188.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

Climbing Out Of A Pit Of Despair

Climbing out of a Pit of Despair is hard work, and depending on how deeply you've gone down, it can take longer than you're comf...

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Serial Bargain Hunting

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdD-d82e33P3c_IuHe5WlFS3AN686L5b8lJp4u4YoE1er4dmqZCX87scqwuxOWvScbLINfrzKl-IsW6h908DtioT_sFGpxi-AEB1M4wdoB1kQ93ZFFfJTjiLXa6JB9ILO-s15Gw532FQ/s1600/28185898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdD-d82e33P3c_IuHe5WlFS3AN686L5b8lJp4u4YoE1er4dmqZCX87scqwuxOWvScbLINfrzKl-IsW6h908DtioT_sFGpxi-AEB1M4wdoB1kQ93ZFFfJTjiLXa6JB9ILO-s15Gw532FQ/s640/28185898.JPG" width="578" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Serial Bargain Hunting... definitely an Addictive Behavior isn't it?  *LOL*  And I Confess I'm one of the Afflicted and a Poster Child for this Urge to Hunt for Bargains and specifically Found Treasures.  *Winks*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviWPyye4duJyxT4DzlT7oxbMMC5bJq7OpzMAURtp0kdD6Ngg5G-XpQ1A7lV9_sWgSm5paDb4BB9oRsZw5Vj2PFdBbiqqBVqwOS8cdJE2iCyVehn8-MVf2fbhouoXNEKT_q50HAdGQqsg/s1600/28185906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjviWPyye4duJyxT4DzlT7oxbMMC5bJq7OpzMAURtp0kdD6Ngg5G-XpQ1A7lV9_sWgSm5paDb4BB9oRsZw5Vj2PFdBbiqqBVqwOS8cdJE2iCyVehn8-MVf2fbhouoXNEKT_q50HAdGQqsg/s640/28185906.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>My Serial Bargain Hunting is as Eclectic as my Blog and my Posts... so many things Interest me or I find to be Inspiring and Beautiful that the range of my Collections is vast and totally unpredicatable.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxgRlvKIPk81SrovUNGlHRyhDwrNf67TxfGInkxzeVhRH2Iefdr9vF4Ta0Nu-VD-6lCEe12qY_4TPFWSmOw8EpU6CqfqPhiyGz6YS1cCUOgi486HeLE3p7yW2gYrG2FYNSXkL3aLVsnc/s1600/28185905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxgRlvKIPk81SrovUNGlHRyhDwrNf67TxfGInkxzeVhRH2Iefdr9vF4Ta0Nu-VD-6lCEe12qY_4TPFWSmOw8EpU6CqfqPhiyGz6YS1cCUOgi486HeLE3p7yW2gYrG2FYNSXkL3aLVsnc/s640/28185905.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I recently 'Scored' someone else's entire Vintage Marble Collection at a Thrift Store... like mini Works of Art each is as varied as everything else I Create Collections of. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtwTrqPREHkDGYwV4NoNUR1z05eCuavai7p3OSIiwrakkxv10-IWKGAvebgB2lA4saVTzQ_aMDhnIOFWn4VKGXq_MUpcZ3zBM0fqcNljYS5HAgDZEuUyqV-962LOb3LZEfXl8WMVbe4s/s1600/28185864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtwTrqPREHkDGYwV4NoNUR1z05eCuavai7p3OSIiwrakkxv10-IWKGAvebgB2lA4saVTzQ_aMDhnIOFWn4VKGXq_MUpcZ3zBM0fqcNljYS5HAgDZEuUyqV-962LOb3LZEfXl8WMVbe4s/s640/28185864.JPG" width="550" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And it doesn't have to be a Collection per se... but perhaps a particular genre that speaks to my Soul... like Exotic Persian Rugs.  So I was Jazzed to also Pick a tiny Silk Mini Persian Style Rug Mouse Pad, how Cute!  Now if only Princess T doesn't Desire it in her Dollhouse... *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDMAHwiTO4jhwBA7yVwFwQItRvjMPAYhN3vxlyJ_icWbX7BBnUuCsBw9NuWGLZkZozl8WgcflxVZkL6KhTe30nUXbuK-JxOPvfRUJmzDU5jCQHpaxHa7eH6_hYULjRtmG9Ka4g4imF_g/s1600/28185863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDMAHwiTO4jhwBA7yVwFwQItRvjMPAYhN3vxlyJ_icWbX7BBnUuCsBw9NuWGLZkZozl8WgcflxVZkL6KhTe30nUXbuK-JxOPvfRUJmzDU5jCQHpaxHa7eH6_hYULjRtmG9Ka4g4imF_g/s640/28185863.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And being a Serial Bargain Hunter means that even if something has just come out, I want to get it at a Bargain if at all possible... especially Books and other Publications since I'm an Avid Collector of both.  I usually pre-order from the Bookstores at a Discount and they throw in the Postage for Free and Deliver it right to the house when the Book or Publication finally is Released.  So recently Rachel Ashwell's new Book Arrived... and like all her others every Page holds Inspiration, Beauty and Impeccible Styling.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZIZivoF9W2SmT_rGUxjCBT4IyNggQUOXMOjomLvb4F7r5rszrTJygx8PoI5FbVZI3cZ01zH1Qf5KEgtaZfwuQE5uBg4c9TLj0faxFpKF3Un_qDHYdC3QbUJXoHg4Mobg7pjT9YtR2xU/s1600/28185866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZIZivoF9W2SmT_rGUxjCBT4IyNggQUOXMOjomLvb4F7r5rszrTJygx8PoI5FbVZI3cZ01zH1Qf5KEgtaZfwuQE5uBg4c9TLj0faxFpKF3Un_qDHYdC3QbUJXoHg4Mobg7pjT9YtR2xU/s640/28185866.JPG" width="524" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Some things don't start out as Collections, they just Evolve that way as we seem to come across them frequently all of a sudden and Wallah, a Collection is Born!  Our Art Dolls are a Prime Example of this Evolution of a Collection of Serendipity.   We have them all over the house and the G-Kid Force Love to Pose them and I have to Smile every time I pass by and see them in a new Pose for the day.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfQjzOQYjQ42hnRWJ4VmY6YKK6F_vdAOQYyw_DR_2u-ikCaPrHfyPw78C8io1Rtvy3-qDM5xrMRgl6L7g3O5BMNt1c8ZacgE6JjYFNR0FfV74yLIHuLSQgsg-CHBAgPx5njq6uP5p_qI/s1600/28185847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfQjzOQYjQ42hnRWJ4VmY6YKK6F_vdAOQYyw_DR_2u-ikCaPrHfyPw78C8io1Rtvy3-qDM5xrMRgl6L7g3O5BMNt1c8ZacgE6JjYFNR0FfV74yLIHuLSQgsg-CHBAgPx5njq6uP5p_qI/s640/28185847.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>That's not all the Kiddos do that are Delightful little Surprises and make me Smile.  They like to leave me Messages and Artwork around the house too to Discover and bring a Smile to my face, which is so Sweet and Touches my Heart.   Today I woke up to find this Message and Artwork from Princess T posted on the Back Kitchen Fridge.  She'd found some of my Magnetic Words and since she's learning to Write, her Messages Tickle me with their Second Grade Grammar.  So, I'm a totally Crazy and Fun Being in her Eyes... and she seals it with her Heart and a Kiss... I almost Cried, I take it as a Sincere Heartfelt Compliment made with Love.   And who else would be so out of the Box in her Creativity as to have a Pink Owl... she never sees things as they are, but thru the Filter of her Fertile Imagination and I Love that about her.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5n33JB74iiDpRNfZCxOMoAr509-8WXDZJONaM2rDkbowGyu76QAdpIJd6bzn58jh5XkKaF5y0RlKx8cXimbParAzSPDq4qxwWfYvP6BFZ4-8vKeF8T7QOLEfyfO0cMI8-hULvro0PLQk/s1600/28185872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5n33JB74iiDpRNfZCxOMoAr509-8WXDZJONaM2rDkbowGyu76QAdpIJd6bzn58jh5XkKaF5y0RlKx8cXimbParAzSPDq4qxwWfYvP6BFZ4-8vKeF8T7QOLEfyfO0cMI8-hULvro0PLQk/s640/28185872.JPG" width="512" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>She often also makes me Funky Fun Jewelry from Boho Beads she's Picked when we go Pickin' together.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_sP-aYhw5ckS-HFdAeqgQMaHnx0Qi4UTe9X2hHHbVGCY3p_I-1TwznABXW2l1CBMAmHDmU7h2UwjtrlO5kRFXTJUW57Sc1GQTCslQdcSIxn8RR62r4fQqQa9H3KGqBBL5yat5ErbTsQ/s1600/28185854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_sP-aYhw5ckS-HFdAeqgQMaHnx0Qi4UTe9X2hHHbVGCY3p_I-1TwznABXW2l1CBMAmHDmU7h2UwjtrlO5kRFXTJUW57Sc1GQTCslQdcSIxn8RR62r4fQqQa9H3KGqBBL5yat5ErbTsQ/s640/28185854.JPG" width="562" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And then there are the Found Treasures that ALWAYS Appeal to a Serial Bargain Hunter if they're your 'Thing'... and I must say that Antique Frames are certainly one of mine!  I can never pass one up if it's a Bargain... and the Imperfections of Age are Perfectly Imperfect to me.  My Friend Hugh recently brought in a slew of Fabulous Antique Frames at ridiculous Bargain Prices, since to him 'Condition' is everything, so the damaged ones hold no Appeal.  Well... as they say, one person's Trash is another person's Treasure, right?!?  I got not just One...</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRM3jJZGTFkW9MY1lcy3uAzwkri-0qrV8C0HBpx4Bcy-oZ-tAm9mukzW15mJ6RQzZMvesVjGjche618YBiSREjwyB8-LTSW9fySxgBgY2U_8DbCmK3tsZ124PP4dDpU_n808IvSks4A_I/s1600/28185852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRM3jJZGTFkW9MY1lcy3uAzwkri-0qrV8C0HBpx4Bcy-oZ-tAm9mukzW15mJ6RQzZMvesVjGjche618YBiSREjwyB8-LTSW9fySxgBgY2U_8DbCmK3tsZ124PP4dDpU_n808IvSks4A_I/s640/28185852.JPG" width="580" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Not just Two...</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBASHx8NLe4VLIaCNFUloUfg6a_URmQI9Edv-Iur9U21_Y_M3pj673Jz7xjemlSpJHKblaQgVZB3yv9w14Bn2oZVeTY33gqgUZkmBllmj0oljwQAYWancYxlids3toSyu9tx4PGCts8A/s1600/28185856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBASHx8NLe4VLIaCNFUloUfg6a_URmQI9Edv-Iur9U21_Y_M3pj673Jz7xjemlSpJHKblaQgVZB3yv9w14Bn2oZVeTY33gqgUZkmBllmj0oljwQAYWancYxlids3toSyu9tx4PGCts8A/s640/28185856.JPG" width="516" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Not just Three...</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bcZbcMiFmdjlgBA2fN0h9tpr2mNuXWTb1WFQiiQ-ILsd84DdPfBiKWQb9uDb-CmyDMHvd1YoHX8NjL2-gPeSk56Kqx5clHrJnOj9Z2Q61TVAcPkZFsZm1dAZGC7v8wmn91x9vrbenMA/s1600/28185862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bcZbcMiFmdjlgBA2fN0h9tpr2mNuXWTb1WFQiiQ-ILsd84DdPfBiKWQb9uDb-CmyDMHvd1YoHX8NjL2-gPeSk56Kqx5clHrJnOj9Z2Q61TVAcPkZFsZm1dAZGC7v8wmn91x9vrbenMA/s640/28185862.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But Four Fabulous Antique Frames!!!  *Happy Dance!*  Each has Gorgeous Gesso Details... and whether you hang Art in them, Taxidermy within them or leave them empty, they certainly make a Statement in any Room's Decor.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqasoO6S_7srC9Ka49y1qA8C6Ioe3B-E9HLR6yKmMlmq8mIqmJv6Ed6VNG3P-dbnHQgnyFHQsQz7xf6QuqYMdNnS7ShHGQnuY3MHa68cgEcRh6yUS1lGd41vJ_4juhPwWYySyPsc0YkVY/s1600/28185881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqasoO6S_7srC9Ka49y1qA8C6Ioe3B-E9HLR6yKmMlmq8mIqmJv6Ed6VNG3P-dbnHQgnyFHQsQz7xf6QuqYMdNnS7ShHGQnuY3MHa68cgEcRh6yUS1lGd41vJ_4juhPwWYySyPsc0YkVY/s640/28185881.JPG" width="524" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And anything really Quirky I can find at a Bargain... like this Shriner Planter from the Fifties... is not staying behind!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3mTuQG5yvI25tecyemImQ8PB6gpFXPLdbIgVFavsG5Szasn2HvCKfWk-whlCpmsaoht1aXmVlZ4YUYPGpRy_diF4prb39wfaJAIROMruyfGX-his65LlXDwelUnsHT4jneZEGRLE-oA/s1600/28185890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3mTuQG5yvI25tecyemImQ8PB6gpFXPLdbIgVFavsG5Szasn2HvCKfWk-whlCpmsaoht1aXmVlZ4YUYPGpRy_diF4prb39wfaJAIROMruyfGX-his65LlXDwelUnsHT4jneZEGRLE-oA/s640/28185890.JPG" width="552" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Now I used to be able to procure my Creepy Doll Heads for next to nothing and all the time until other peeps started Appreciating and Decorating with them too.  I have been Serial Bargain Hunting for them for many years now, and every so often I can still find one at a Bargain to add to my Collection.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAVD3RoKSdihdMZqfev2AZ3k2XJsOTCtwG72MryciNo886JkkOcaIlIDy4sZOgG0ytrGDUXRCMnvVLrVII9OowZdVIBCfHLlKL6F_lbBLRF4hyphenhyphenWbq1mNLqxrcRXA0yTLwxyOTskJcuqU/s1600/28185893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAVD3RoKSdihdMZqfev2AZ3k2XJsOTCtwG72MryciNo886JkkOcaIlIDy4sZOgG0ytrGDUXRCMnvVLrVII9OowZdVIBCfHLlKL6F_lbBLRF4hyphenhyphenWbq1mNLqxrcRXA0yTLwxyOTskJcuqU/s640/28185893.JPG" width="496" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>My largest Serial Bargain Hunting Acquisition has always been and continues to be Vintage Tablecloths and Tapestries.  I have an Insane amount of both, but the Tablecloths particularly... I just Enjoy how they look stacked in piles even when they're not in use.  In recent years I have parted with some, but they're the last bastion hold-out when it comes to the Letting Go Process.  But I've made Progress by actually PASSING on some that I now find at a Bargain!  *Gasp!*  I know I could easily flip them for Profit, but my ability to Let Go rather than Desire to Keep them is still quite Waffling and Fragile, so I'm trying not to expand a Collection already at Saturation Point.  If any more come in and won't go out they truly have to be Exceptional Specimens.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrCalsVXXyGjfDCOah4Jdw55PEjdLJWNLX6YMn46ONLjQ4vQR5JZT-i3GK5ja4AF9F-PeKH4UdplYUCGVIwwAe0xEB7ahS8ZGeZXStt7wtKamzV8_hBVKQQFqgHrZTcZEL8T_E9AXUro/s1600/28185875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrCalsVXXyGjfDCOah4Jdw55PEjdLJWNLX6YMn46ONLjQ4vQR5JZT-i3GK5ja4AF9F-PeKH4UdplYUCGVIwwAe0xEB7ahS8ZGeZXStt7wtKamzV8_hBVKQQFqgHrZTcZEL8T_E9AXUro/s640/28185875.JPG" width="448" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I was very Surprised at how easily I have managed to Let Go of quite a few of my most Beloved Oldest Collections like my Religious Art, Icons and Artifacts.  I've kept the most Special or Sentimental to me, but the others have been painless to take to the Showrooms and they are always an easy Sell.  So I continue to be a Serial Bargain Hunter for Religious Art, Antiques and Collectibles.  Funny Story, at our Antique Mall, if there is a Religious or Spiritual Piece that nobody is sure where it belongs, it usually ends up in one of my Showrooms!  *Smiles, I take that as a Huge Compliment even tho' most of the time they aren't my Inventory, I like to be known as one of the Vendors that Specializes in that Genre.*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoytlGy2y9S7LEU3uCsTCGi5oU1oI_gatrYgAk7Ynx1BHATr2T67reoozn57YhOoyDIfzbTOtISUaK_7RTHfdzimy50cLKEU0swmBNy6WDnTKfeh5bQRIHmHX4CBCjyZlhaldY87iTqvE/s1600/28185895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoytlGy2y9S7LEU3uCsTCGi5oU1oI_gatrYgAk7Ynx1BHATr2T67reoozn57YhOoyDIfzbTOtISUaK_7RTHfdzimy50cLKEU0swmBNy6WDnTKfeh5bQRIHmHX4CBCjyZlhaldY87iTqvE/s640/28185895.JPG" width="542" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So my Friends, what are some of the Treasures that you are a Serial Bargain Hunter for?  I'm Assuming you ARE ONE because you've lingered here to the end of the Post.  *Winks*   The only thing as Thrilling as the Hunt is Sharing what you 'Scored' and seeing what other Serial Bargain Hunters Hunted down!!!   Are you as Eclectic as Yours Truly or are you more Refined in your Search and what you drag Home?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLZRlxv9Nug9zVSVrACSIM6SUPzXt_sEIK5CdzzVdn1dHVlCubGyhKSN1THrDDwKuAiUCS4Gl3e8QXfx53SgIspI7wLXSmyJVHJrfa6BX-SFWiYhglXf08-g9M2T4e0VK4DRSwQWNukk/s1600/28185892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLZRlxv9Nug9zVSVrACSIM6SUPzXt_sEIK5CdzzVdn1dHVlCubGyhKSN1THrDDwKuAiUCS4Gl3e8QXfx53SgIspI7wLXSmyJVHJrfa6BX-SFWiYhglXf08-g9M2T4e0VK4DRSwQWNukk/s640/28185892.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So, here's to continued Serial Bargain Hunting my Friends... may you uncover a Bounty of Found Treasures that make your Hearts Sing... 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Serial Bargain Hunting... definitely an Addictive Behavior isn't it? *LOL* And I Confess I'm one of the Afflicted and a Poster...

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