Saturday afternoon I meandered out to the mailbox to see if I received any mail other than monthly bills and to my surprise, there was a teal blue package. I thought to myself, I don't remember ordering anything because that is when I usually get a package. I take a closer look and see this giant stamp with the Queen on it and I knew, it was from England.
A big thank you to my friend Anne who has such a fascinating blog called Marmalade and Catmint. She is a dear sweet person who knew I was doing some genealogical research in the village of Lofthouse for my cousin Al who lives in Calgary, Canada. She sent me a unique tea towel with pictures of historic buildings in Lofthouse.
It is such a large tea towel that I could not get a complete photo of the whole cloth. Thanks again Anne. What wonderful photos of the historic buildings, I love it!
I had a special order last week for a necklace to match the bracelet that I had sold to Carol, a friend of mine from our swimming class.
Pink agate on silver became my latest project and she loved it. What do you think for my first wired necklace?
On Friday I like to connect with Liv Lane's Little Bliss list so here's mine for the week.
1. Tis blissful to think about the past. I couldn't resist taking this photo of past designs. The poodle makes me think of the poodle skirts back in the 50s - although I never owned one but I did wear my hair in a pony tail. The swinger with the red beads and hat - that is how I felt in the 60's although I never owned a red hat. I always wanted a fancy hat but no one wore them here. They were a luxury item and we were poor. They did wear them in New York and San Francisco but I lived hundreds of miles from those places.
I can just see myself in a black chemise with long white pearls and white gloves that came above the elbows and black pointy-toed heels. I wore heels everywhere except with pants (trousers for the Brits). Back in the 60s, there were dressing rules. With short sleeves, you wore long gloves; with long sleeves, you wore little kid gloves. Your shoes should match your dress - never wear red heels with a black dress.
2. Tis blissful to see our American Flag but this last week, it flew half mast for those killed in a movie theatre in Colorado. No breeze that day to make the flag flow - God knew that we as American's were hurting. My Canadian cousin thinks that the American Dream is dead and we are falling apart in our country. In some respects that seems true but I don't think the American Dream is dead. I think we can come out of this era with changes to make our country better and our heal wounds.
3. Tis blissful to see such beautiful white fluffy clouds in the sky. Mother nature at her best - we have the good with the bad otherwise we would never appreciate the good.
4. Tis blissful to enjoy a day with a friend. On the 24th I had lunch out with my friend Shirley who recently had neck surgery. She is still unable to drive so I picked her up and off we went. After our lunch, I drove up American Fork Canyon into the tops of the rockies. We are blessed that the fire did not go in that direction and burn down the abundance of trees that grow there.
New breed - I think not but someone was creative in a summer hair cut.
Flags are flying, people are off work and today is the largest parade in Utah. We are celebrating the Pioneers who crossed the plains - most of them on foot, a few riding horses and some who drove the wagons. The only people who do not get a holiday off are the Federal Government workers.
One of my youngest pioneers who came early to the valley of Salt Lake was Henry Eames at the young age of 18. He left his home at Garway Hill, Herefordshire, England sailing across the Atlantic ocean in 1851 on the ship Olympus. He met up with his sister Mary Ann and brother-in-law John Carver at St. Louis, Missouri. They crossed the plains in 1854 to Utah. Henry married Emma Beecroft from Kingston Upon Hull, England. She came to Utah with her parents. Henry died at a very young age of 40 leaving 7 children but only 4 survived childhood.
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Alonzo Knight the youngest son of 10 children of Stephen and Polly Knight lived in Marlow, New Hampshire. His father died when Alonzo was 10. He and his mother Polly Pierce Knight left their home in 1849; they crossed the plains in 1850.
Alonzo was short one month being 91 at his death in 1921.
Polly married a second husband Rufus Forbush in Utah. She is one of my older pioneers. She died being a widow twice at age 88 in 1876.
We have a city bus here and there driving through the streets of Salt Lake City with art on the rear or down the sides like this one but not like this one. This one really makes you stand up and take flight in the other direction. I don't know about you but I would not even want to get near this one. This artist is very talented but ewe.
This lady really wanted her knees to show. What do you think? Maybe, it's the latest style with a jig and a jag and peekaboo knees. I wonder what the back looks like.
I'd like to show off my latest creation of earrings. I am so enamored by them that I've seriously thought of not selling them at my Etsy shop. This is the link to my shop: Dian's Earrings
Come take a peek. It costs nothing to just look.
I saw this on Etsy yesterday and I just couldn't resist sharing it. There were also mini plant holders that you can attach to a bicycle. Myself, I would rather just enjoy looking at plants in nature.
I received the 6th letter from Bolivia from my cousin Bart and his wife Suzy. They are serving a mission together at the Cochabama LDS Temple. Their first week was a bit rocky because of altitude sickness but they have adjusted and are doing fine.
Apparently, there is a large statue of Christ there just like the one in Rio. The photo of the one below is in Cochabama.
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