<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053</id><updated>2012-01-22T09:09:49.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Big Car</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions of a Mom, Wife 
             and Vintage Lover</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1513151450797296792</id><published>2012-01-16T18:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:44:56.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock Knock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dv4f-IPTfU/TxS1ywY77WI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DJZUPzPoo60/s1600/Already+disturbed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dv4f-IPTfU/TxS1ywY77WI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DJZUPzPoo60/s400/Already+disturbed.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yep, may as well come on in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a great day yall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1513151450797296792?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1513151450797296792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1513151450797296792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1513151450797296792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1513151450797296792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2012/01/knock-knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock Knock!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6dv4f-IPTfU/TxS1ywY77WI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DJZUPzPoo60/s72-c/Already+disturbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3808929827087965912</id><published>2012-01-09T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:28:33.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Antique Buying Trips</title><content type='html'>I love my job. Most of the time. I love to go on buying trips: dig thru boxes, gaze at glassed-in displays of sparklies, talk to random dealers at flea markets, antique stores and shows and hear their stories. We talk about our "best finds", or the "one that got away." Sometimes we bemoan the current state of the economy and its affect on our businesses. But antiquing, whether for collection purposes, re-selling, or both (as is my case), should be fun and filled with unusual, fun objects.&amp;nbsp;And creepy&amp;nbsp;objects.&amp;nbsp;With those adjectives in mind (beautiful, fun and creepy), I present my favorite photographs from some of our buying trips in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6h1Nd7PVqE/Twt7dkBid0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/P5DW9ellK98/s1600/Bleeder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6h1Nd7PVqE/Twt7dkBid0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/P5DW9ellK98/s320/Bleeder.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's start with the photo to our immediate left. According to the tag, it is an 1800's Bleeder. &lt;em&gt;"In Leather Box." &lt;/em&gt;DUDE. I totally understand that these items are a representation of just how far modern medicine has come, and&amp;nbsp;would be highly collectible to some&amp;nbsp;people,&amp;nbsp;but I just can't see wanting a BLEEDER. Yeeeeech. But wait - it's in its leather box. THAT MAKES IT COOL. Yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUdAyx9mpoY/Twt7fbXNUzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8Pa1M4n8KZo/s1600/Chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUdAyx9mpoY/Twt7fbXNUzI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8Pa1M4n8KZo/s320/Chicken.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chicken pictured to the right will remain forever engraved upon my mind, my heart and my soul. Before anyone thinks I am waxing poetic ABOUT A CHICKEN, let me tell you why I am forever bonded with this chicken. We were "&lt;em&gt;somewhere up Nawth" &lt;/em&gt;on one of our buying trips. I was admiring the scenery (cause truly, the countryside in New England is outstanding and always makes me want to move to a farm and raise pigs. Not really, but anyway.)From the road I see a chicken (and yes, I am from the South where stereotypically, you see A LOT of chickens in peoples yards, but this chicken was....DIFFFERENT.) I made Darby pull over so I could take a picture. At this point I have all ready made&amp;nbsp;2 mistakes: pulling up in someone's driveway in the country, and getting out of the car in my cute shoes to take a picture of a CHICKEN. I approach the chicken and am thrilled that he is letting me get this close. Unfortunately for me, this was apparently someone's GUARD CHICKEN, and right after I snapped this photo, he puffed up, opened his beak and hurtled straight towards me. I realized quickly that this Yankee Chicken DID NOT appreciate the Southern Belle amateur photographer snapping his photo without asking, so I let out a high-pitched screech and started running to the car with this pissed off chicken literally at my heels. My dear husband is laughing so hard he can't speak, so of course I start laughing as well while yelling; "Floor it - let's GO!" - because I had visions of this chicken taking off and attacking our car. As we backed up, a man opened the door of what I thought was an abandoned building, glares at me, sits down on his steps and CALLS THE CHICKEN. And then pets the chicken while looking at me all suspiciously - like I had harmed his guard chicken. I was mortified to have been busted, not just by the chicken, but by the chicken's owner. I have a new respect for pissed off chickens. AMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXgasji9XSs/Twt7j5X3rmI/AAAAAAAAA00/OQP0fGZV-_o/s1600/Drinkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXgasji9XSs/Twt7j5X3rmI/AAAAAAAAA00/OQP0fGZV-_o/s320/Drinkin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After an intense morning of buying jewelry and tiny, fabulous treasures, I decided I needed a drink. Let me point out 2 things: 1) I do not drink much at all - maybe one drink every other month at best.&amp;nbsp;I just don't like the way it tastes and I do not want the calories. 2) When I do have a drink, I really prefer a margarita, on the rocks, light on the tequila and extra extra salt, &lt;em&gt;thankyouverymuch. &lt;/em&gt;I had not eaten breakfast that morning, and seeing as how I have NO tolerance for alcohol, my yummy little margarita inspired me to post a nice little status update on Facebook in which I proclaimed I was "drinkin' and 'tiquin." (Drinking and Antiquing). Which turned out to be a very popular status update, with lots of friends saying they wanted to go "drinkin' and 'tiquin" - and I thought - WOW - wouldn't that be GREAT for business? A bunch of tipsy adults buying their way thru antique malls. Cha-ching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VsiifnBPjvw/Twt7h5OpiVI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qHKhcbUj-gY/s1600/Doll+Head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VsiifnBPjvw/Twt7h5OpiVI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qHKhcbUj-gY/s320/Doll+Head.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little beauty to my left nearly gave me a heart attack and caused me to jump backwards, almost landing in a big, glass display case and purchasing thousands of dollars of unintended merchandise. I was innocently digging thru an old wardrobe stuffed to the gills with scarves, purses and the occasional piece of jewelry. Let it be known that we antique dealers all have a common disorder: we cannot pass by a stuffed box or wardrobe without HAVING to dig thru it. Cause seriously - we think we're gonna find a gold bar at the bottom. But me? Noooooo.....I get to find a creepy-eyed doll head without her body. &lt;em&gt;And she's frowning at me. &lt;/em&gt;After realizing I had not, indeed, stepped into a scene from a scary movie (choose your favorite), I calmed down, took Creepy's photo, and got the heck outta there. Without a treasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HERE'S TO A FANTASTIC 2012 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DIGGING FOR TREASURES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3808929827087965912?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3808929827087965912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3808929827087965912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3808929827087965912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3808929827087965912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-in-life.html' title='Antique Buying Trips'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6h1Nd7PVqE/Twt7dkBid0I/AAAAAAAAA0c/P5DW9ellK98/s72-c/Bleeder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4839646598728398850</id><published>2012-01-08T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:37:17.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eomkgR82R5M/Twon3PIuWHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RO0zeMJUYUw/s1600/Christmas5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eomkgR82R5M/Twon3PIuWHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RO0zeMJUYUw/s320/Christmas5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope everyone had a marvelous Holiday season. Marvelous. I like that word. I think I'll start using it more often....cause that would just be...marvelous. &lt;em&gt;Dahling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;We had a bit of a non-Christmassy-feeling Christmas. We tried...so...so...so hard to create that Christmas spirit; you know, the magical, joyous feeling you used to get before you had to grow up. I decorated our house by the 1st of December. 5 indoor trees and 2 lit pieces outside. Got out the Christmas tree cookie jar. Put my little Anna Lee Christmas mouse in my kitchen. Our son, Cameron, was totally stoked about Christmas this year...he would have been excited if the only tree used was the multi-colored lights little tree that went into his playroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yn_eBFWw56U/Twon5bJ9uQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vu5XRX0Hp8E/s1600/Christmas+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yn_eBFWw56U/Twon5bJ9uQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/vu5XRX0Hp8E/s320/Christmas+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnl6pAuBIE/Twon6Ppb0NI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dIk6RCjuAgU/s1600/Christmas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnl6pAuBIE/Twon6Ppb0NI/AAAAAAAAA0M/dIk6RCjuAgU/s320/Christmas2.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He &lt;em&gt;gets it &lt;/em&gt;this year...Santa Claus, the manger and baby Jesus were recurring conversations in our home. I smiled, and laughed and participated, but felt empty inside. How is Christmas magical when it boils down to conversations with relatives over the "spending limit" for each other? You may as well write each other a check for the same amount and call it even. ??? I just don't get it. I think I'd rather live in a little cottage, out in the woods (where we might have a chance of snow....), have a couple of big, happy dogs,&amp;nbsp;a warm crackling fire and a truly old-fashioned (and perhaps, a little fairy-tale-ish, but hey...) Christmas. I want that sparkly Christmas feeling again. Sorry this is a down post, but it was a down Christmas. I WILL say that Cameron was thrilled with his gifts this year...he is really into Disney's "Cars" and their characters. he specifically wanted "Lightning McQueen Folks" and the super duper "Spy Plane." Glad Santa tracked us down and delivered those special items!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make a few New Year's Resolutions: 1) take better care of ME. 2) Have another Baby. (HELLO!) 3) Continue transforming my house into a HOME. There is a difference. 4) Read more. 5) Drink more water - which really means drink no more diet drinks. 6) Grow my business in 2012. 7) RELAX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "CHEERS" to all yall out there....stay happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uc43-dSYFA/Twon7LU_BUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ZpwT0cvnO0k/s1600/Christmas4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uc43-dSYFA/Twon7LU_BUI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ZpwT0cvnO0k/s320/Christmas4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4839646598728398850?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4839646598728398850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4839646598728398850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4839646598728398850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4839646598728398850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eomkgR82R5M/Twon3PIuWHI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RO0zeMJUYUw/s72-c/Christmas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6630676710694796637</id><published>2011-12-04T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:44:55.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Were Wondering....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcxXJlDG210/TtwT0iPdTvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/88D-FoATsps/s1600/Train+of+thought.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcxXJlDG210/TtwT0iPdTvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/88D-FoATsps/s320/Train+of+thought.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is me. This is why I have not blogged since I decided to start blogging again after I quit blogging the first time. But I really, really plan to keep blogging. Really! Hope everyone is doing well and is having a wonderful holiday season! Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6630676710694796637?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6630676710694796637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6630676710694796637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6630676710694796637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6630676710694796637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In Case You Were Wondering....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcxXJlDG210/TtwT0iPdTvI/AAAAAAAAAzk/88D-FoATsps/s72-c/Train+of+thought.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4378548749153098455</id><published>2011-09-28T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:45:05.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Must File Under: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Things That Made Me Snort and/or Fall Off the Couch Laughing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48nRmtUYlHg/ToPMabGYI9I/AAAAAAAAAys/S2fLDEIBXRo/s1600/Boy+Toys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48nRmtUYlHg/ToPMabGYI9I/AAAAAAAAAys/S2fLDEIBXRo/s1600/Boy+Toys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the one hand, I appreciate knowing that my local McD's is out of &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy toys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (underlined) cause damn - I ALWAYS go to McD's looking for a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;boy toy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously. At the drive thru. "Yes, I'd like a Filet-o-Fish combo meal with a &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy toy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Oh and can you supersize that please???" LMAO. Hahahahaha.......have a great one.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4378548749153098455?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4378548749153098455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4378548749153098455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4378548749153098455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4378548749153098455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/09/boy-toys.html' title='Boy Toys'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48nRmtUYlHg/ToPMabGYI9I/AAAAAAAAAys/S2fLDEIBXRo/s72-c/Boy+Toys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4705727978569474333</id><published>2011-09-26T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:22:16.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got a little distracted with life after my last post - but thats OK cause it's only been about 9 months. No, I didn't have a baby. So what happened? Well.....I got fed up one night while trying to choose a free background for this blog. The little idea of "you get what you pay for" ran thru my head - in this case, I was paying nothing, so my blog got...well, nothing. I wrote "Under Construction" as my title, signed out and promptly quit blogging. Till today. I recently discovered, and became obsessed with, "PINTEREST." Any of yall like Pinterest? It dawned on me, as I was searching for funny things to "pin", like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPnN-JudT_4/ToCltz9zEnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/SgLOC9UJJkM/s1600/Funny1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPnN-JudT_4/ToCltz9zEnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/SgLOC9UJJkM/s1600/Funny1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that quite a few of my pins would be excellent fodder for a blog. And wowee, I all ready HAVE a blog - it just needed a little TLC! (and a new, "simple" background and template that even I can figure out.) YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4705727978569474333?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4705727978569474333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4705727978569474333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4705727978569474333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4705727978569474333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaaack!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPnN-JudT_4/ToCltz9zEnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/SgLOC9UJJkM/s72-c/Funny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6236610139819330869</id><published>2011-01-03T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:20:45.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackers, Popcorn and Chicken...Recipe for a Meltdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TSKRqce51iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FLCdCM2sYDg/s1600/Cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165048514958882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TSKRqce51iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FLCdCM2sYDg/s320/Cam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say upfront that I have the sweetest little boy in the whole wide world. He is my heart. I looked in on him a few moments ago and he looks like such a little angel....fast asleep. The operative word there is "asleep." My sweet, easy to handle child morphed into, well, a 2 year old seemingly overnight. (I think 2 year old should be a four letter word). Cameron discovered the freedom that lay beyond the confines of his pack 'n' play while we were at the beach over New Years. The 1st night he crawled out and came upstairs after we put him to bed, we proceeded to everything you aren't supposed to do. We asked if he was hungry. We told him "no" in a firm voice. We put him back to bed. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. By now I am exasperated. My tone of voice became stressed (in toddler reasoning, this means we have succeeded in getting Mommy's attention!!!). So I put him back in bed...again....and made the quintissential mistake of laying down on the twin bed and watching him. We have a major staring contest and I find myself wondering who taught him the "I can go longer than you without blinking" game??? He begins to stand up in the pack 'n' play and I immediately say "No! Lay down!"...re-emphasizing that he has gotten my attention. I pretend to be asleep. (cause that always worked when we were kids, right??) Maybe if the thinks I am asleep he'll go to sleep. *sigh* Fast forward to Raleigh. Home sweet home....and ANOTHER bed to conquer. Our first night home we put him back in bed almost 10 times. Tonight was just as bad - worse, even, cause he also had a meltdown after we wouldn't let him have crackers and popcorn for dinner. Bad parents we are, we wanted him to eat chicken. (the cows would be proud!). But now he's asleep. And I had a meltdown on Facebook. And guess what? I am not alone. Apparently my toddler isn't the only one who like to test their boundaries. I am not the only mother who found herself sitting on the floor in the kitchen crying because her child wanted to eat crackers and then refused to go to sleep. Let me remember..."This too shall pass...." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6236610139819330869?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6236610139819330869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6236610139819330869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6236610139819330869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6236610139819330869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2011/01/crackers-popcorn-and-chickenrecipe-for.html' title='Crackers, Popcorn and Chicken...Recipe for a Meltdown'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TSKRqce51iI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FLCdCM2sYDg/s72-c/Cam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6710321983042713409</id><published>2010-12-11T20:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:09:22.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Hat Fabulousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuM2buwMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9uje9pnclkY/s1600/Laura%2BBlue%2BFeather%2BHat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 371px; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549611439132426434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuM2buwMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9uje9pnclkY/s320/Laura%2BBlue%2BFeather%2BHat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blue feather....sounds like a bar....&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING: Not intended for viewers who don't l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ike to laugh...at me. *GRIN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I specialize in vintage jewelry. Seriously. But I cannot help myself when it comes to vintage hats. Some of them are SO over the top you just have to put them on your head - and then pose with a silly grin. People tell me all the time that I am too serious - well, NOT IN THIS POST! Yes, I did "strike a pose", try on some amazing vintage hats, and really - when I look back at these photos I must say I see a twinkle in my eyes. I HAD FUN. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuNADP4WI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rdiXltKo11w/s1600/Laura%2BWedding%2BCake%2BHat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 456px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549611441714094434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuNADP4WI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rdiXltKo11w/s320/Laura%2BWedding%2BCake%2BHat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knew wedding cakes looked good on your head?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuNuX-D5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/Sxi_BRZPtSU/s1600/Laura%2BDr%2BSeuss%2BHat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 449px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549611454149037970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuNuX-D5I/AAAAAAAAAv0/Sxi_BRZPtSU/s320/Laura%2BDr%2BSeuss%2BHat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beehives re-interpreted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuN7KAj3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/SLEw0AeosEU/s1600/Laura%2BPink%2BFlowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549611457580142450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuN7KAj3I/AAAAAAAAAv8/SLEw0AeosEU/s320/Laura%2BPink%2BFlowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes words just fail me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQRE_MXfTiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gmtccmgf4l4/s1600/Laura%2BFeather%2BHat%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549636493269487138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQRE_MXfTiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gmtccmgf4l4/s320/Laura%2BFeather%2BHat%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby blue ostrich feathers and curly q's - really liked this one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With this thought, I close....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Few women have ever been able to resist the temptation to try on a hat and discover in the mirror a person they never suspected was there." - Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6710321983042713409?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6710321983042713409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6710321983042713409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6710321983042713409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6710321983042713409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/12/vintage-hat-fabulousness.html' title='Vintage Hat Fabulousness'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TQQuM2buwMI/AAAAAAAAAvk/9uje9pnclkY/s72-c/Laura%2BBlue%2BFeather%2BHat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-9047805492072778439</id><published>2010-12-07T23:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:52:25.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Road Take Me Home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NgnnOFLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CCe7LFRAhGM/s1600/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 509px; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548168119984198834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NgnnOFLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CCe7LFRAhGM/s320/DSC07130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened since my last post! I can't believe 2 months have flown by! Seems the older I get, the more true this becomes. I so wish I could slow my life down, but it seems someone pressed the "fast forward" button on my life about the time I turned 30 and it hasn't slowed down. Lately I have even begun wondering if life would seem more relaxed and liveable if Darby and I were to move to some teeny tiny town in the middle of some mountains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NgYUvr6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/3xtxdWghqKI/s1600/DSC07119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548168115880177570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NgYUvr6I/AAAAAAAAAvM/3xtxdWghqKI/s320/DSC07119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a stream running right through the center of town. And an old fashioned atmosphere where folks still speak to one another, and you have Fall Festivals and Oktoberfests and a good old fashioned Christmas celebration. Sure, we have a tree lighting and Christmas parade right here in Raleigh. But it somehow feels hollow to me. Surrounded by a bunch of people I don't know in the midst of a big downtown just doesn't do much for my holiday spirit. Maybe I am just a country girl at heart, though if push came to shove I am not sure I could actually live in a small town. I fear I have grown too accustomed to the conveniences of city living. But sometimes - when we are driving thru the VA mountains and we go thru a picturesque little mountain town with handmade signs for fresh apple cider, and people smile and wave at you, a little quiet part of my soul feels a very odd tug. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NhMDfAkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DgpILWKQ9wY/s1600/DSC07133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548168129766425154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NhMDfAkI/AAAAAAAAAvc/DgpILWKQ9wY/s320/DSC07133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you ever know if you are in the right place? It's a strange little mental cycle I go thru from time to time....usually triggered by a relaxing little drive thru the VA mountains. Hmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8Nf0ypfQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Rjg9HbXk0wk/s1600/DSC07124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 571px; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548168106341924098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8Nf0ypfQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Rjg9HbXk0wk/s320/DSC07124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-9047805492072778439?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9047805492072778439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=9047805492072778439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/9047805492072778439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/9047805492072778439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/12/country-road-take-me-home.html' title='Country Road Take Me Home....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TP8NgnnOFLI/AAAAAAAAAvU/CCe7LFRAhGM/s72-c/DSC07130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-9062010795380501307</id><published>2010-10-07T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:56:40.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A GERBIL</title><content type='html'>It's probably a very good thing that gerbils have tiny brains. Have you ever watched a gerbil go about his day to day activities? I mean, REALLY watched? Wake up. Twitch whiskers. Scurry left. Relieve oneself. Drink water while making water bottle clang clang clang against metal cage. Dart right. Twitch whiskers. Paw at alfafa hay. Munch on yummy gerbil food. Flop. Approach exercise wheel. Get in exercise wheel. Run like a bat outta hell. Run. Run, RUN RUN. Turn a flip. Pause. RUUUUUNNNNNN, Forrest Gerbil, RUN! Come to a screeching halt and realize you have gotten nowhere. Exit exercise wheel stage left. Repeat scenario over and over and over again...all day. And night. And the next day. And the next and the next and the next. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Except I am not a gerbil. But I feel like one these days. Constantly running, and getting nowhere. Ever have a day or a week that feels like this? I am just trying to remember that this will pass. The laundry will get done, the house will get picked up. But in the meantime, I think I'll drink some water and twitch my whiskers. Oh, and is that an exercise wheel I see????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-9062010795380501307?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/9062010795380501307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=9062010795380501307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/9062010795380501307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/9062010795380501307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-gerbil.html' title='I AM A GERBIL'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3304723429842092621</id><published>2010-09-10T21:07:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:40:09.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Brooch Bouquets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIrbmt4zUxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9L7JsKzWtsg/s1600/IMG_5569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515462151867945746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIrbmt4zUxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9L7JsKzWtsg/s320/IMG_5569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Midnight in the Garden"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Raleigh's "Blooming Brooch Bouquets" Provides Vintage Jewelry Heirlooms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest trend in bouquets has brides going flowerless - and providing priceless heirlooms that will be passed along in their families for generations. Vintage jewlery dealers Laura Edwards Orcutt and Julie Anna Proctor of Blooming Brooch Bouquets in Raleigh, NC, saw the opportunity to combine their expertise in design with their passion for vintage costume jewelry and are crafting beautiful and lasting momentos from antique and vintage costume brooches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIratRQZeUI/AAAAAAAAAus/9p2zdSK74K0/s1600/IMG_5563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 481px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515461164929743170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIratRQZeUI/AAAAAAAAAus/9p2zdSK74K0/s320/IMG_5563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You Are My Sunshine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The pair are already drawing attention from as far away as New York City, and are accepting commissions to create unique, custom-designed arrangements that may include jewelry from a mother, grandmother, or favorite aunt. "Green" advocates have further noted that these bouquets of recycled vintage jewlery are a sensible alternative to flowers that fade and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"I love designing these brooch bouquets because each one is unique and a work or art, tailored to the individual bride, her colors, and her style," said Orcutt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"One day I can imagine each customer having the pleasure of sharing her bouquet, and knowing that her daughter and granddaughter can carry it again in their own weddings," said Proctor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIrascL-xpI/AAAAAAAAAuc/nXmu03EgjOQ/s1600/IMG_5572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515461150684137106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIrascL-xpI/AAAAAAAAAuc/nXmu03EgjOQ/s320/IMG_5572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Forget Me Not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooming Brooch Bouquets may be viewed locally at The Antiques Emporium in Cameron Village, or online at either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (search "bouquet") or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.montecristosjewelry.com/showcase/blooming-brooch-bouquets"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.montecristosjewelry.com/showcase/blooming-brooch-bouquets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For more information about Blooming Brooch Bouquets, photo permissions, or to schedule an interview with the designers, please contact Laura or Julie via the above listed websites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more fun "Vintage Thingies", please visit &lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/search/label/Vintage%20Thingies%20Thursdays"&gt;The Coloradolady&lt;/a&gt;. Happy VTT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TJIBPRJuMLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4o47_V-GTM8/s1600/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517473855296123058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TJIBPRJuMLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4o47_V-GTM8/s320/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3304723429842092621?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3304723429842092621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3304723429842092621' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3304723429842092621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3304723429842092621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/09/blooming-brooch-bouquets.html' title='Blooming Brooch Bouquets'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TIrbmt4zUxI/AAAAAAAAAu0/9L7JsKzWtsg/s72-c/IMG_5569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2028315611530902120</id><published>2010-08-11T23:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:10:04.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Man's Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwluQtF-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/vOHtJT-TOsE/s1600/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504366962952443874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwluQtF-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/vOHtJT-TOsE/s320/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyone who knows me knows I love jewelry. I have loved jewelry since before I could talk. Some jewelry is sparkly, some dangly, some slinky...but some jewelry exudes another quality that is all together timeless. It SPEAKS to you. Maybe it doesn't jump up and say "Hi!" (though I have plenty of jewelry jump up and say "BUY ME, BUY ME!", but you can almost hear some pieces calling your name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNtb3XzfmI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eC7q5r6AiNc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504363495064567394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNtb3XzfmI/AAAAAAAAAtU/eC7q5r6AiNc/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bracelet I have selected to talk about today is one of those pieces. I came across this hinged clamper-style bracelet several years ago. I remember doing a little research at the time and not being able to find out much about it, so I put it away, thinking I would get it back out in a few years. Imagine my SURPRISE when I saw an identical bracelet show up as "SOLD" on Ruby Plaza one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNtcM1nKTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u2CIUboNQRE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504363500826732850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNtcM1nKTI/AAAAAAAAAtc/u2CIUboNQRE/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I immediately pulled my bracelet out and began doing some more intensive research. This bracelet is rare. It is made of a base-metal and finished in silver-tone. It depicts the life of Jesus Christ as he journeyed to the cross. There are 7 numbered scenes, each one very detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNt7zRkP5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/MspuuFEWMOE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504364043720474514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNt7zRkP5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/MspuuFEWMOE/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have always been and continue to be amazed by the amount of detail that one can find in certain pieces of vintage costume jewelry! The detail of the Roman soldier poking Jesus in the side with a spear to make sure he was dead as he hung on the cross is stunning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwA0LxlJI/AAAAAAAAAts/5_mp91U5LpI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504366328887219346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwA0LxlJI/AAAAAAAAAts/5_mp91U5LpI/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The final depiction is of Mary, Joesph and Jesus. What a poignant religious collectible, and extremely rare as well! This bracelet is currently for sale in my shop&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-825054/Vintage-Religious-Cuff-Bracelet-Scenes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Baubles &amp;amp; Beads &amp;amp; Books...Oh My!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Won't you come visit a bit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwBFKvhxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LUFyxTVWBiI/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504366333446293266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwBFKvhxI/AAAAAAAAAt0/LUFyxTVWBiI/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you are enjoying Vintage Thingy Thursday! Please join the &lt;a href="http://coloradolady.blogspot.com/search/label/Vintage%20Thingies%20Thursdays"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coloradolady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more VTT posts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwlQc0xeI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fCgbBN9JSqQ/s1600/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504366954950215138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwlQc0xeI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fCgbBN9JSqQ/s320/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2028315611530902120?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks' title='One Man&apos;s Journey'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2028315611530902120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2028315611530902120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2028315611530902120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2028315611530902120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-mans-journey.html' title='One Man&apos;s Journey'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TGNwluQtF-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/vOHtJT-TOsE/s72-c/Vintage+Thingy+Thursday+BADGE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8721336135170402215</id><published>2010-08-08T22:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:32:40.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Love This Song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;This song came on the radio over the weekend while Darby and I were driving through the Virginia mountains. I was immediately transported back to my college days. I'm not sure why I don't remember hearing this song before I was in college - it was originally released in 1975. Since I remember all other songs from my first year of my life, I am just not sure why this one didn't stick....kidding! I DO remember that when I heard it in college, it resonated with me. Back then, one of my favorite lines was: "Well I've been afraid of changes, cause I've built my life around you." Maybe I had broken up with a boyfriend at that time??? These days, my favorite verse is: "Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?" It seems my life is full of change these days. Some good, some great, some just OK. Enjoy the song - stay cool this week - and sail on through! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Blessings, Laura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WM7-PYtXtJM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WM7-PYtXtJM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8721336135170402215?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8721336135170402215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8721336135170402215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8721336135170402215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8721336135170402215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-love-this-song.html' title='Just Love This Song....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7947736922235364308</id><published>2010-07-26T23:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:00:21.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet, Tweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TE5ZP5UX69I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PvyCeMnBjhs/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 503px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498430324685138898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TE5ZP5UX69I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PvyCeMnBjhs/s320/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kearney - July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have taken the plunge. Jumped off the proverbial cliff. Dived headfirst into...TWITTER. Yipes! I can't see myself tweeting that I am at the grocery buying lettuce. Or that the person in front of me can't drive. But I CAN see myself tweeting about vintage stuff. What's selling? What's hot? New finds! Sales in my shops! Trends in the current fashion world (that would be pearls, crystals and lace, in case you were wondering...). So come follow me on Twitter. I promise you won't hear about my grocery list. (bread, goldfish, cheese, string beans, an onion...blah...blah....blah....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWITTER ID: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/baublesbeads"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baublesbeads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (clickable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7947736922235364308?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://twitter.com/baublesbeads' title='Tweet, Tweet!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7947736922235364308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7947736922235364308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7947736922235364308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7947736922235364308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/07/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet, Tweet!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TE5ZP5UX69I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PvyCeMnBjhs/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7597337435571929482</id><published>2010-07-16T01:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:14:25.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;These days I find myself working on my business quite a bit...at night...at midnight....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A song that always flits through my head hails from the famous Andrew Lloyd-Webber musical, "Phantom of the Opera." The lyrics followed by a beautiful performance. Enjoy your midnight retreat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darkness stirs, and wakes imagination&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Silently the senses abandon their defenses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Turn your face away from the garish light of day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And listen to the music of the night...." - Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Richard Stilgoe, Charles Hart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/GHAauiJwwmU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHAauiJwwmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GHAauiJwwmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7597337435571929482?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7597337435571929482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7597337435571929482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7597337435571929482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7597337435571929482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/07/music-of-night.html' title='Music of the Night'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4691171922052871959</id><published>2010-07-04T19:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:43:52.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñando de España....Dreaming of Spain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEi_2uMAGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VoNk63QeTxg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490207901157687394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEi_2uMAGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VoNk63QeTxg/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824947/Vintage-Damascene-Style-Parasol-Umbrella"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umbrella with Dangling Faux Pearl ($22)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I listed 15 (yes, 15) pieces of jewelry marked "Spain" in my online shop &lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baubles &amp;amp; Beads &amp;amp; Books"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today. I have been buying these pieces for the past several years - they simply appealed to me. The colors, patterns, figurals...lots of fun! These jewelry pieces are made to look like Damascene jewelry, and many dealers accidentally label them as genuine Damascene, when in fact, the vast majority of these pieces are correctly termed "Damascene-Style." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjBbNRa9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/kUQ1m8lmYVw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490207928131611602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjBbNRa9I/AAAAAAAAAs0/kUQ1m8lmYVw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824951/Vintage-Signed-Spain-Damascene-Style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parasol ($25)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Genuine Damascene jewelry is actually an ancient art form which dates back to the middle ages and was used by the Egyptians, Romans and Greeks, becoming popular in the 15th Century in Europe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824944/Vintage-Signed-Spain-Damascene-Style"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 517px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490207921908628386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjBEBmO6I/AAAAAAAAAss/0HZbMl7_yY8/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824944/Vintage-Signed-Spain-Damascene-Style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mouse with Swirled Glass Cabochon Belly ($22)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Genuine Damascene jewelry is made with genuine gold and silver wire inlaid into non-precious metal, and then the grooves are blackened in. This process was not only time consuming but costly, so alternatives were developed. Spain began mass-producing jewelry that was made from a piece of stamped metal, and then the raised areas were re-finished in either silver or gold-tone, while the flatter surfaces were finished in black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjA3e1i0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/C6XCNcpgTLc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 403px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490207918541605698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjA3e1i0I/AAAAAAAAAsk/C6XCNcpgTLc/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824943/Vintage-Marked-Spain-Damascene-Style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabulous Dangle Earrings ($17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjAEJYWBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MddR8oXsokU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colorful accents can also be found on these items. I have run across a few items with original tags that proclaim they are electroplated in 24k gold - I daresay this doesn't affect the value. It pays to know whether the jewelry you are considering is genuine or costume. Costume is jewelry is great...I LOVE costume jewelry...but I wouldn't want to pay genuine jewelry prices for non-genuine jewelry...and wouldn't want you to either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjAEJYWBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MddR8oXsokU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490207904761403410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEjAEJYWBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/MddR8oXsokU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824950/Vintage-Signed-Spain-Damascene-Style"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sailboat with Billowed Sail and Lady with Parasol ($20)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope the article was helpful and that you enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Most pieces pictured here are Circa 1960's**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4691171922052871959?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4691171922052871959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4691171922052871959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4691171922052871959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4691171922052871959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/07/sonando-de-espanadreaming-of-spain.html' title='Soñando de España....Dreaming of Spain!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TDEi_2uMAGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VoNk63QeTxg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1170562808881952476</id><published>2010-07-02T08:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:13:55.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Nalick - Breathe (2AM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jPz3YaIJkjQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz3YaIJkjQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz3YaIJkjQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This song is such a reminder to relax...take a breath...realize that life is short and you can't go backwards...learn from the past and move forward...let things go....breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1170562808881952476?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1170562808881952476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1170562808881952476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1170562808881952476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1170562808881952476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/07/anna-nalick-breathe-2am.html' title='Anna Nalick - Breathe (2AM)'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6628708491960184232</id><published>2010-06-23T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:25:06.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of "ART" Signed Vintage Jewelry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbDrB--pI/AAAAAAAAAsE/hAKEbdhD89M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 410px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485977045995289234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbDrB--pI/AAAAAAAAAsE/hAKEbdhD89M/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824862/Vintage-Signed-ART-Egyptian-Revival"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egyptian Revival-Style Two-Tone Pendant ($20)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has been a busy, busy 6 weeks. Since opening my store&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Baubles &amp;amp; Beads &amp;amp; Books...Oh My!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at Ruby Plaza, I have been listing items for sale almost daily...and my shop has over 500 items! My goal is to hit 1000 items by the end of the summer. Sales have been good and I feel very fortunate for that. I really like feeling like I can contribute financially while staying at home with Cameron. Keeping fresh items in a store take a lot of hard work and time - and it takes a lot of inventory. Hard work I can handle, but time and inventory availability are a problem. So I am doing something I never thought I would do. I am raiding my own collection. (O.....M.....G.....)!!!!! My post today will feature a selection of vintage costume jewelry by "ART" of "Mode-Art". This company was founded in 1950 by Arthur Pepper and ceased operation in 1980. "ART" jewelry is a fun designer to collect: they have a variety of styles; lots of whimsical pieces as well as elegant rhinestone beauties. The following pictures are just a few of the pieces by "ART" I am listing for sale at &lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Baubles &amp;amp; Beads &amp;amp; Books...Oh My!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So put your feet up, get a glass of sweet tea, and come browse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbCFd_AVI/AAAAAAAAArk/qhD66GfFRQs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485977018732314962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbCFd_AVI/AAAAAAAAArk/qhD66GfFRQs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824864/Vintage-Signed-ART-Victorian-Revival"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Victorian Revival-Style Multi-Chain Dangle Earrings ($25)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbCWpMesI/AAAAAAAAArs/G7_hhD8DDQs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485977023342738114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbCWpMesI/AAAAAAAAArs/G7_hhD8DDQs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824865/Vintage-Signed-ART-Fluorescent-Flower"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Flourescent Flower-Power Pin ($17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbDFjkcnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZWv0XFc_70E/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485977035935609458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbDFjkcnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ZWv0XFc_70E/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824866/Vintage-Signed-ART-Faux78-Pearl"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Elegant Faux Pearl Link Bracelet ($20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbCmQH2bI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O1sI6KJvT2M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485977027532544434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbCmQH2bI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O1sI6KJvT2M/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/item/650105-824867/Vintage-Signed-ART-Scorpio-Sun"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Scorpio Zodiac Rhinestone Pin ($38)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6628708491960184232?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks' title='The Art of &quot;ART&quot; Signed Vintage Jewelry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6628708491960184232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6628708491960184232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6628708491960184232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6628708491960184232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/06/art-of-art-signed-vintage-jewelry.html' title='The Art of &quot;ART&quot; Signed Vintage Jewelry'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/TCIbDrB--pI/AAAAAAAAAsE/hAKEbdhD89M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2910029364509955978</id><published>2010-05-10T20:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:20:12.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioX2l9GxI/AAAAAAAAArE/i6uK6pRDPtM/s1600/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806875186633490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioX2l9GxI/AAAAAAAAArE/i6uK6pRDPtM/s320/Family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darby, Laura and Cameron; Mother's Day Weekend 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In reviewing my recent entries, I realize I have been remiss in posting about my little family! Cameron is almost 20 months old (!!!!) and is incredibly active. He is into everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioYjnPKfI/AAAAAAAAArU/TEgS1S1Bkws/s1600/Easter11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 455px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806887271606770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioYjnPKfI/AAAAAAAAArU/TEgS1S1Bkws/s320/Easter11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron running - Easter Sunday 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is so neat to watch him try to figure something out...being able to observe the learning process in a child, especially your own, is incredible. Sometimes I think I can actually see little wheels turning in his head! He loves to "help Mama" - he has begun throwing things in the garbage can and trying to clean the floor with a paper towel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioWz-US6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/1T9UC2mC3h4/s1600/Cameron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 456px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806857303640994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioWz-US6I/AAAAAAAAAq0/1T9UC2mC3h4/s320/Cameron2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron - Mother's Day Weekend 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The caregivers at the church where he attends a 4-hour "Mother's Morning Out" (which is a polite, southern way of saying..."MAMA NEEDS A BREAK - and a coffee - and a manicure - and a massage - and 4 hours of uninterrupted shopping - and a margarita - oh, wait it's too early in the day...just kidding...) twice a week recently told me that Cameron knows what "lovie" (a child's favorite blanket or toy) belongs to each of the other children and if they put it down, he will pick it up and take it to the owner. (how sweet is that!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioXRptAjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NVW4URSmR9E/s1600/CameronDarbyProfilePic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 460px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806865270243890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioXRptAjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NVW4URSmR9E/s320/CameronDarbyProfilePic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darby and Cameron - Mother's Day Weekend 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I arrived to pick him up the other day (without having had a margarita...) I watched as he ran to greet me, then stop suddenly and go put the toy truck he had been playing with back on the shelf!!! Excuse me was that my child? I am not sure where this "neatness" factor is coming from because it was NOT inherited from yours truly. He is such a joy! Darby and I are doing very well...loving being parents and contemplating #2. The operative word there is "contemplating." :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioYEKS4OI/AAAAAAAAArM/yVi5ECnE3Uo/s1600/LauraDarby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469806878828716258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioYEKS4OI/AAAAAAAAArM/yVi5ECnE3Uo/s320/LauraDarby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darby and Laura - Mother's Day Weekend 2010 - "Contemplation" (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As for me, well.......I have lost 92 pounds since the day Cameron was born. My goal is another 8 pounds for a grand total of 100 pounds. Wow that's a lot of weight. 100 freaking pounds! That's a whole person! My orthopaedic told me that every pound adds 5 pounds of pressure on your back. No wonder my back got so out of whack! Every day as I toil on my 4.5 mile power walk while pushing Cameron in his jogger - I keep seeing myself being able to say "I lost 100 pounds!" - and then People magazine hears about me, calls me up, and asks to do a feature story on me. Hey...it won't happen - but it is motivation and keeps me trudging over the next hill! I am currently massively plateaued - but trying to hang in there. Will post "before" and "after" photos when I get to my goal. Hope everyone is well!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-irkokanWI/AAAAAAAAArc/zWh6dhVyrL0/s1600/Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469810393295265122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-irkokanWI/AAAAAAAAArc/zWh6dhVyrL0/s320/Laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laura minus 92 pounds - for the record....April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2910029364509955978?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2910029364509955978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2910029364509955978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2910029364509955978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2910029364509955978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-update.html' title='Family Update!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S-ioX2l9GxI/AAAAAAAAArE/i6uK6pRDPtM/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-709755890599112526</id><published>2010-04-27T07:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:23:18.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baubles &amp; Beads &amp; Books....Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited to announce the launch of our new shop: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Baubles &amp;amp; Beads &amp;amp; Books....Oh My!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(clickable) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have opened this new venture at Ruby Plaza, Ruby Lane's new sister site. Ruby Plaza allows all sorts of things to be sold that are not allowed on Ruby Lane, and the fees are structured differently. I am just SUPER excited about all this because I am finally able to sell little tiny trinkets and treasures that aren't terribly expensive that wouldn't have been able to be sold in my Ruby Lane shop for one reason or another.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bWeksOzyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/S2eHnq4hsNg/s1600/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464791018594291490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bWeksOzyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/S2eHnq4hsNg/s400/DSC02034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Ruby Plaza, I can sell loose beads, vintage buttons, clasps, lots of broken jewelry for crafters and jewelry artisans, lovely pieces of trim...and of course, vintage jewelry! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bUl4iFBwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3ZhBdM_BQ3I/s1600/DSC01775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464788945156245250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bUl4iFBwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3ZhBdM_BQ3I/s400/DSC01775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are also listing lots of books and plan to start putting up listings for ephemera as well. I have a treasure trove of old prints and a fabulous stash of 1920's and 1930's sheet music. The cover art work is phenomenal! Anyway, I have been a busy little bee and have listed so many items...some as low as $5! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bUmYF6i3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/LVZ0RcVGr6Y/s1600/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464788953628052338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bUmYF6i3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/LVZ0RcVGr6Y/s400/DSC01781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I plan to keep on listing as I truly want to establish a site where crafters can find vintage treasures for their work. I love buying these little tiny things and truly didn't have an outlet until now. AND, we all ready have 2 purchase orders! What's really exciting about that is that Ruby Plaza is still in "Beta" mode and hasn't even been advertised by Ruby Lane yet except to its existing shop owners. I can't wait to see what happens when they do the official advertising and grand opening! I also signed up early and was awarded with "Flagship" status...so go me! Please come visit our new shop and let me know what you think! Our original store,&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Lady and Librarian Vintage Jewelry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will remain open on Ruby Lane. It will be geared towards high-end designer jewelry, exceptionally nice unsigned pieces and genuine jewelry. Hope everyone is well! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bUnY_7VbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/J4RAd2oHCyc/s1600/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464788971051242930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bUnY_7VbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/J4RAd2oHCyc/s400/DSC01838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-709755890599112526?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rubyplaza.com/shops/baublesbeadsbooks' title='Baubles &amp; Beads &amp; Books....Oh My!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/709755890599112526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=709755890599112526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/709755890599112526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/709755890599112526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/baubles-beads-booksoh-my.html' title='Baubles &amp; Beads &amp; Books....Oh My!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S9bWeksOzyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/S2eHnq4hsNg/s72-c/DSC02034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2748503873229682951</id><published>2010-04-12T15:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:08:55.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star People - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S8N27GYTcII/AAAAAAAAAqM/kJaz3TgCcpY/s1600/Comet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 479px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459337931000082562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S8N27GYTcII/AAAAAAAAAqM/kJaz3TgCcpY/s400/Comet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***If you missed the 1st entry on my fabulous new 100-year old book, please see my post from 4/5/2010.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Comet and the Pole Star"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(we join the Princess as she is talking to the 3 Others - Prudence, Pat and Kitten, 3 little girls whose illustration appear in the 1st post as they watched the sky with the Princess.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"....They (the Star People) have &lt;em&gt;LAW&lt;/em&gt;! - and that's something every one of them obeys without a single word, or ever stopping to argue. When anything is the Rule of the Sky, that ends it. - Unless you're a comet."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, comets!" exclaimed Phyllisy. "What do they do?"&lt;br /&gt;"What don't they do?" corrected the Princess. "They're silly. Just a head, with the wildest, fuzziliest hair," - she drew on the sand as she talked, - "that never &lt;em&gt;SAW&lt;/em&gt; a hairbrush - and tails! - switching and flying and spreading over everything and curling around! - and, as if one such tail weren't bad enough, some of them must have two!" The Princess stopped drawing, because the sand was filled up with comets, as far as she could reach. "The Star People try to be charitable, and when they hear of some fresh, bad thing one of those flyaways has done, they say: 'He doesn't know enough to be good;' and they don't talk about it anymore. But when any really horrid mischief is done, it's always when a comet or two has been around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess goes on to tell a tale of an extremely mischievious comet - the written descriptions of the comet are wonderful : "small, vagabond head", "fuzzy hair", "long tail with a wicked crook at the end", "danced up and down like an elf." This illustration brings the words to life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S8N26kTXb5I/AAAAAAAAAqE/w_r3fbslTms/s1600/Comet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 687px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459337921852567442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S8N26kTXb5I/AAAAAAAAAqE/w_r3fbslTms/s400/Comet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Illustrations in "Star People" are by Frances B. Comstock, born in 1881 and died in 1922 at age 41. Apparently her husband, Enos Comstock, was also an illustrator and together, they illustrated the 1909 edition of Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Childs Garden of Verses."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay tuned for the next excerpt from "Star People" later in the week. Till then, stay happy and remember to gaze upon the nighttime sky. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2748503873229682951?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2748503873229682951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2748503873229682951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2748503873229682951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2748503873229682951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/star-people-part-ii.html' title='Star People - Part II'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S8N27GYTcII/AAAAAAAAAqM/kJaz3TgCcpY/s72-c/Comet2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8377974352536358419</id><published>2010-04-05T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:38:02.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady Finds a Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3rE_clnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3N2RXUCp_Ss/s1600/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875849214891634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3rE_clnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3N2RXUCp_Ss/s400/Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, many people have remarked on the name of my business, "The Lady and the Librarian." Most people remember the name, which is good, and I am often asked for an explanation of its origin. I refer to myself as "The Lady," specializing in vintage jewelry and other ladies' accessories, and Darby is "The Librarian," the specialist in books - and an actual librarian to boot! So this past weekend's find was a tad bit unusual for me. I was happily digging thru a box of stuff at a local flea market and came across a rather worn-out looking book with a rather intriguing title -&lt;em&gt; "Star People."&lt;/em&gt; What in the world? Curious, I pulled it out and opened the page to the introductory poem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To Three Little Katharines"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Katharines three, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come sail with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the ship of my Fancy flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll wander free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over land and sea, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then sail away to the skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I were a star, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far - so far - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From this Earth where the children dwell, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My twinkliest beam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For that ship should gleam; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my truest secret I'd tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the eyes that look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through Fancy. - No book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nor telescope serves so well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, me....oh MY. Something, well, grabbed me. I couldn't put the book down. I HAD TO HAVE THIS BOOK. Who were these &lt;em&gt;"Star People?"&lt;/em&gt; What was their story? I felt glued to my spot in this person's booth. Like if I moved or put my treasure down, someone else might snatch it away. Gone was the jewelry dealer...I was suddenly a BOOK LOVER. Stand back! I ended up calling Darby over to negotiate the price for me as this particular copy isn't in the best condition. I turned some more pages and found some of the most amazing illustrations that I will share with you all throughout the next several posts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3C1wBcdI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vTFnBrC2w_I/s1600/Illus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 534px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875157928899026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3C1wBcdI/AAAAAAAAAp0/vTFnBrC2w_I/s400/Illus2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This most magnificent book, written by &lt;em&gt;Katharine Fay Dewey&lt;/em&gt;, was published in 1910 so it is out of copyright - hence I am able to show you these wonderful illustrations as well as share some of the accompanying text. Today, I have featured the front cover and the first 2 illustrations in the book. Take a moment and look at the detail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3CttKMPI/AAAAAAAAAps/2qJVz7kUbag/s1600/Illus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 606px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875155769405682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3CttKMPI/AAAAAAAAAps/2qJVz7kUbag/s400/Illus1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just amazing! I look forward to sharing more beauty from &lt;em&gt;"Star People"&lt;/em&gt; with you. Interestingly enough, this book will be 100 years old in October of this year. So Happy early 100th Birthday, &lt;em&gt;"Star People!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Stay tuned for the next excerpt from &lt;em&gt;"Star People"&lt;/em&gt; in the next few days.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8377974352536358419?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8377974352536358419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8377974352536358419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8377974352536358419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8377974352536358419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/04/lady-finds-book.html' title='The Lady Finds a Book!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7q3rE_clnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3N2RXUCp_Ss/s72-c/Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3304075633917743459</id><published>2010-03-30T14:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:54:29.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell Cameos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8TQ2drDI/AAAAAAAAApM/NuCNud_GI3c/s1600/View5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 415px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454558769081855026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8TQ2drDI/AAAAAAAAApM/NuCNud_GI3c/s320/View5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian/item/824394"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;European carved shell cameo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;set in 14k yellow gold. Love the flower in her hair and at her shoulder! So beautiful when held to the light! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameos tend to be one of the most collected categories of jewelry - and in my opnion, one of the most confusing categories of jewelry collecting! I will be the first to admit I know very little about cameos. I think they are beautiful, and I can admire the workmanship that went into them. I am able to tell the difference between a costume cameo and a real cameo. But beyond that? Well, it gets a little hairy. There are so many things to consider when evaluating a cameo; not the least of which: what is it made from? Cameos were made from a wide variety of materials: abalone, wood, coral, agate, bone, glass, shell, hardstone, plastic and resin to name a few. This post will focus on carved shell cameos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earliest known use of shell for carving cameos was during the Renaissance in the 15th and 16th Centuries. These cameos were typically white on gray and were carved from the shell of a mussel. In the mid-18th Century, explorations revealed new shell varieties which led to an increase in shell cameos. Conch shells tend to be soft and carve very well. Shell cameos are carved from a single piece of shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8UG2zbOI/AAAAAAAAApc/wfM7qUMQlTE/s1600/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 449px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454558783578795234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8UG2zbOI/AAAAAAAAApc/wfM7qUMQlTE/s320/Main.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Virgin Mary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian/item/824393"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carved Shell&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;set in 800 Silver with marcasites. Pin or pendant. Note the halo detail around her head - just lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shell cameos are usually 2 colors and have a thin, concave back with the exception of abalone and mother of pearl as they tend to be thicker. (information in this paragraph taken from ezine article "All About Cameos" and from Wikipedia). I have been trolling around on Ruby Lane and eBay recently for unusual cameos and have found several I really like. I sense a new collection. SOMEBODY STOP ME. SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8T1Ly9_I/AAAAAAAAApU/jfhXI5MoHoM/s1600/View1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 449px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454558778835007474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8T1Ly9_I/AAAAAAAAApU/jfhXI5MoHoM/s320/View1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Same &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian/item/824394"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cameo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from above shown without back-lighting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both of these cameos are available on Ruby Lane!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3304075633917743459?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3304075633917743459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3304075633917743459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3304075633917743459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3304075633917743459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/shell-cameos.html' title='Shell Cameos'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S7J8TQ2drDI/AAAAAAAAApM/NuCNud_GI3c/s72-c/View5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1405276270284888722</id><published>2010-03-25T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:29:57.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrysalis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S6urSPfZPCI/AAAAAAAAApE/HQkoJreRyuQ/s1600/Enamel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452640103746321442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S6urSPfZPCI/AAAAAAAAApE/HQkoJreRyuQ/s320/Enamel2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Along a dusty road in India there sat a beggar who sold cocoons. A young boy watched him, day after day, and the beggar finally beckoned to him. "Do you know what beauty lies within this chrysalis? I will give you one so you might see for yourself. But you must be careful not to handle the cocoon until the butterfly comes out."&lt;/p&gt;The boy was enchanted with the gift and hurried home to await the butterfly. He laid the cocoon on the floor and became aware of a curious thing. The butterfly was beating its fragile wings against the hard walls of the chrysalis until it appeared it would surely perish, before it could break the unyielding prison. Wanting only to help, the boy swiftly pried the cocoon open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out flopped a wet, brown ugly thing which quickly died. When the beggar discovered what had happened he explained to the boy "In order for the butterfly wings to grow strong enough to support him, it is necessary that he beat them against the walls of his cocoon. Only by this struggle can his wings become beautiful and durable. When you denied him that struggle, you took away from him his only chance of survival."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the walls of your cocoon be just thick enough to allow you to struggle just long enough to emerge the beautiful person I already know you to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1405276270284888722?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1405276270284888722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1405276270284888722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1405276270284888722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1405276270284888722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/chrysalis.html' title='Chrysalis'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S6urSPfZPCI/AAAAAAAAApE/HQkoJreRyuQ/s72-c/Enamel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6015297312432951601</id><published>2010-03-18T00:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:19:41.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Had One of Those Days? I Mean Weeks? I Mean Years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The title, the picture and this sentence and that last word are my entire post. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S6Gob94d_cI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7CrakmMbHlM/s1600-h/Erwin+Pearl+Lion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449822222516354498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S6Gob94d_cI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7CrakmMbHlM/s320/Erwin+Pearl+Lion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rare Roaring Lion Pin by Erwin Pearl. Available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ruby Lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6015297312432951601?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6015297312432951601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6015297312432951601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6015297312432951601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6015297312432951601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/ever-had-one-of-those-days-i-mean-weeks.html' title='Ever Had One of Those Days? I Mean Weeks? I Mean Years?'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S6Gob94d_cI/AAAAAAAAAo8/7CrakmMbHlM/s72-c/Erwin+Pearl+Lion2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7466319595307962755</id><published>2010-03-07T17:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:48:41.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q1i6rayXI/AAAAAAAAAos/I82CAB_XGBs/s1600-h/Windowsill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036723380963698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q1i6rayXI/AAAAAAAAAos/I82CAB_XGBs/s320/Windowsill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always used to think of myself as a cold weather kind of girl. I didn't mind the cold, preferred my winter wardrobe to my summer wardrobe and looked forward to snow. Of course, I was about 15 years younger. These days? Eh....not so much. I am cold all the time...I have the worst time keeping my feet warm and have taken to actually wearing bedroom shoes. My winter wardrobe makes me feel frumpy. And snow? Forget it. I live in a city that literally grinds to a halt (ok..."grinds" is putting it nicely....its more like "comes to a screeching halt") at the mere mention of snow. If it actually DOES snow....man oh man. Utter meltdown. A few weeks ago the forecast was calling for 3-6 inches and there were over 100 wrecks BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN SNOWING. Like, 6 hours before it began snowing. Its like people around here hear the word "snow" and decide to rush out (gotta get that bread and milk), get behind the wheel of a car and tear around town at 100 miles an hour. "OMG - its gonna snow!" *Crash* "Dude - it's gonna snow!" *Crash, crash* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Qtzy7gBBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/vXJmgDdJy9c/s1600-h/Cactus+Bloom.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; CLEAR: right; cssfloat: right" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5QuC_4v8II/AAAAAAAAAoM/criLbp8t-yc/s1600-h/Birds.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sigh*. But I digress. While I am not a fan of 100 degree weather and the heaviest humidity known to man (this IS the South, after all...), it is better than walking around like a frumpy snowman itching to get into my car, in the snow and ice, and see how well my Honda can tear it up ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you may be able to tell, I LOVE SPRING. Renewal! Hope! Baby birds and bunnies! Jonquils and tulips! Sunshine and moderate temperatures! That first time of the year rolling down the sunroof and feeling the sun pour into the car and a light breeze as you drive. Ahhhh! The whole point of my rambling today is actually to share with you all some photos I took of my kitchen windowsill. My plants are in bloom!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q1jcx3yYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/bBS10_5od4c/s1600-h/Bunny+Cactus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446036732534835586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q1jcx3yYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/bBS10_5od4c/s320/Bunny+Cactus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bunny hiding in my Christmas Cactus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I think there may be a bunny or two as well! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 313px" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Qtzy7gBBI/AAAAAAAAAn8/vXJmgDdJy9c/s200/Cactus+Bloom.jpg" width="150" height="200" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christmas Cactus Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My "Christmas Cactus" has been blooming for almost a month and my clover for almost 3 weeks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q0G4H8RYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ah1a-JcRbRw/s1600-h/Clover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446035142147327362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q0G4H8RYI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ah1a-JcRbRw/s320/Clover1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clover blooms....I love how the clover opens during the day and closes up at night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The weeping pussy-willow is a new addition to my windowsill family.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q0rRqqlwI/AAAAAAAAAok/JVbTxdIjHAM/s1600-h/Bloom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446035767479146242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q0rRqqlwI/AAAAAAAAAok/JVbTxdIjHAM/s320/Bloom2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Weeping Pussy-Willow Blooms....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always love weeping willows, but found it a tad impractical to put one in the kitchen window - darn it all anyway. So when I ran across these weeping pussy-willows at Trader Joes I was SOOOO excited! They also call this little tree the "Tree of Enchantment" and an insert instructs the new owner to tie a loose knot on one of the more flexible limbs and make a wish. When your wish comes true, untie the knot and thank your tree!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q0q44EyDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RoqTWfZ42W8/s1600-h/Bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 485px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446035760824502322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q0q44EyDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/RoqTWfZ42W8/s320/Bloom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Up-Close Shot of the Weeping Pussy-Willow Bloom. Amazing, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As another sign of impending Spring, we have 2 birds that appear to have taken a keen interest in my dining room window. (or maybe they are interested in the hustle and bustle of my household? They are probably laughing at me as I scurry around picking up and cleaning up...they probably think I need to sit down and put my feet up. Smart birds...) They come to "visit" quite a bit and tap at the window pane with their beaks.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5QuC_4v8II/AAAAAAAAAoM/criLbp8t-yc/s320/Birds.jpg" width="439" height="310" kt="true" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our New Addition to the Family....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FORTHCOMING SPRING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7466319595307962755?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7466319595307962755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7466319595307962755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7466319595307962755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7466319595307962755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting-for-spring.html' title='Waiting for Spring!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S5Q1i6rayXI/AAAAAAAAAos/I82CAB_XGBs/s72-c/Windowsill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1608847227002690727</id><published>2010-02-22T17:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:29:30.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eisenberg Original &amp; Vintage Costume Jewelry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New photos for you to drool over...at least I hope you drool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lady and the Librarian are on Facebook...find us by clicking on the link above and become a fan for updates on new finds and advance notice of special events and sales! Enjoy the photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3C57uoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/JOoeh_LSijE/s1600-h/MAIN+bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214611187284610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3C57uoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/JOoeh_LSijE/s320/MAIN+bright.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Circa 1950's multi-colored rhinestone pendant necklace signed "Art" on the reverse. The "Art" company is AKA "Mode Art" and was in business from 1950 - 1980 and owned by Arthur Pepper. Best known for their whimsical designs, they also produced beautiful pieces of rhinestone jewels as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3fhbxZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ABRRoyHiNL8/s1600-h/Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214618869155218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3fhbxZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ABRRoyHiNL8/s320/Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though unsigned, this pendant necklace is very much in the style of jewelry from Czechoslovakia. Note the large central glass stone with small rhinestone accents. The soft pewter-tone surrounding metal is not only detailed on the front but has a hammered appearance on the reverse - a clue to it being well-made&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT4_hwOEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ABflSX6zxnQ/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214644640299074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT4_hwOEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ABflSX6zxnQ/s320/MAIN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This bling-bling rhinestone leaf is also unsigned but truly, no signature is needed. The huge central rhinestone and tons of surrounding rhinestones make enough of a statement! This is a gorgeous piece!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3jhMcVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/5tFLJWQ5r4I/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441214619941892434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3jhMcVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/5tFLJWQ5r4I/s320/MAIN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh...the creme de la creme. An Eisenberg Original fur clip. It doesn't get any better, any more collectible, more sought after or more RARE than this. &lt;em&gt;Every serious collection should have one.&lt;/em&gt; Eisenberg began production in 1935 and is still in business today. Like many jewelry companies, Eisenberg has used several signatures or marks on the back of their jewelry. The "Eisenberg Original" mark is the earliest mark found on jewelry items; other marks were found on paper tags or on clothing. This mark dates this piece to being made between 1935 and 1945. A true testament to quality and an icon in the jewelry business, Eisenberg is well known amongst collectors for their use of top of the line materials and that has rendered their vintage items extremely sought after today because their jewelry retains its beauty. Their designs are timeless - as easily worn today as when they were manufactured. Pure graace and beauty. *Sigh*.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of the preceding items are available for purchase via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruby Lane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are also viewable on Facebook under &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Raleigh-NC/Lady-and-the-Librarian/81628008629?ref=ts"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lady and the Librarian's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1608847227002690727?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Raleigh-NC/Lady-and-the-Librarian/81628008629?ref=ts' title='Eisenberg Original &amp; Vintage Costume Jewelry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1608847227002690727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1608847227002690727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1608847227002690727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1608847227002690727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/02/pretty-pictures.html' title='Eisenberg Original &amp; Vintage Costume Jewelry'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S4MT3C57uoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/JOoeh_LSijE/s72-c/MAIN+bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8027917928816771427</id><published>2010-02-16T21:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:15:19.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Know a Secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S3tdoX06OmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/woE8HN-MIMY/s1600-h/P9011517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439043923152091746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S3tdoX06OmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/woE8HN-MIMY/s320/P9011517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhh....can you keep a secret? I guess the point is rather moot since this is a public venue! I have always wanted to write a book. I began reading for pleasure at a young age. I had insomnia for a few years as a child, and I had 2 books I read over and over and over. They were called 'Charlie Brown's Book of Questions and Answers." I had 2 volumes, one on plants and animals and another on planets and space if I recall correctly. I LOVED these books. I used to be able to surprise adults with my random knowledge of scientific things (not so much anymore, but I can say remember when....). Another favorite night time read was my "Childcraft Encyclopedia" set. The volume on space and planets is worn out...did I mention another secret? I wanted to be an astronaut! Ummm....no clue how I got that particular career path stuck in my head but it is probably a VERY good thing I did not end up blasting off as I am horribly afraid to even fly in an airplane. I have flown...many times....but air travel seems rather like playing Russian Roulette these days so I daresay I choose to abstain. Anyway, back to my original secret of wanting to write a book - I remember I used to keep a 3-ring binder with the names of every novel I read and a brief note about the book. I don't remember why I thought this was so important, except I had decided to write romance novels similar to those by Harlequin and I suppose knowing exactly which books I had read would somehow aid in my own writing. I even bought some paperback book called "How to Write Romance Novels" or something along those lines. I think I took notes on that book like I was in class or something! I never did write my book. I have a terrible problem with taking my idea, getting it on paper and then being able to expand on it enough to fill a book. I could probably write my entire novel on 4 sheets of looseleaf paper. I suppose for people with short attention spans my books would be an instant hit! Alas, 4 sheets of looseleaf paper does not a novel make. But practicing my writing will help...there are excercises I can do to become better at expanding and developing an idea. I feel as though I should reveal one more secret, as 3 is a charm. Hmmmm....how about....I am STILL afraid of the dark and have to sleep with the lights on when Darby isn't home. Blame it all on the movie "Poltergeist", seen by an impressionable 8 year old on a dark and stormy night. Literally. *Sigh*. Oh - and I cannot stand clowns! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8027917928816771427?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8027917928816771427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8027917928816771427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8027917928816771427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8027917928816771427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/02/want-to-know-secret.html' title='Want to Know a Secret?'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S3tdoX06OmI/AAAAAAAAAm0/woE8HN-MIMY/s72-c/P9011517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1819613854720100233</id><published>2010-01-31T08:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:24:34.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPaBOp4fI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vDuZ_UQkE0M/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432906202661642738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPaBOp4fI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vDuZ_UQkE0M/s320/DSC00465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT FINALLY SNOWED IN RALEIGH! (of course, we got ice for hours too, but...IT SNOWED!) Everyone was excited to see the snow. Even the dog!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPan-RPCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/nYlq05A6_Rk/s1600-h/Kearney+looking+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432906213061901346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPan-RPCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/nYlq05A6_Rk/s320/Kearney+looking+out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She has seen snow before but today she thought it necessary to bark at the tinkling ice. A lot. Peering out onto my deck, I discovered a genuine Snow Angel!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WNUQtR7cI/AAAAAAAAAls/4WbeZPOo_OI/s1600-h/Angel+with+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903904714157506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WNUQtR7cI/AAAAAAAAAls/4WbeZPOo_OI/s320/Angel+with+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mom gave me this cement angel and I love that she has weathered - even the crack in her face looks just right. My St. Francis of Assisi is doing his job...except his bird food tray is full of snow!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPbNYFS1I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DfxvnYdtrB0/s1600-h/st+francis+with+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432906223102282578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPbNYFS1I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DfxvnYdtrB0/s320/st+francis+with+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron enjoyed his breakfast with a snowy landscape. By that smile, I would say he is a happy boy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPaVBiMDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/W8fNyN0HWoc/s1600-h/Happy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432906207975321650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPaVBiMDI/AAAAAAAAAmU/W8fNyN0HWoc/s320/Happy!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We took Cameron outside all bundled up: fuzzy footed PJ's, fleece jacket, fleece mittens, fleece hat...and...&lt;em&gt;Ziploc Bag booties!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPbUaUakI/AAAAAAAAAms/i2PXNe8vZuE/s1600-h/Winter+Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 431px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432906224990710338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPbUaUakI/AAAAAAAAAms/i2PXNe8vZuE/s320/Winter+Boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, they're waterproof and cheap! Don't you want a pair? I should take orders! Ha! And we were only outside for about 3 minutes. Cameron didn't know what to make of the snow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WNVlyBU_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/uyRWGjV-x-g/s1600-h/Cameron+reaches+for+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 439px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903927551054834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WNVlyBU_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/uyRWGjV-x-g/s320/Cameron+reaches+for+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He didn't seem to like it that much but I did take a few pics. Hope everyone is warm and happy!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WNVCTK7fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LkLDxiSj59w/s1600-h/Cameron+looks+out+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432903918026419698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WNVCTK7fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/LkLDxiSj59w/s320/Cameron+looks+out+window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1819613854720100233?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1819613854720100233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1819613854720100233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1819613854720100233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1819613854720100233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S2WPaBOp4fI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vDuZ_UQkE0M/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6999886833938224777</id><published>2010-01-25T14:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:52:41.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive Midwinter Beauties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S13-8mhvCEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Msly6NKB2fc/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 522px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430777042766334018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S13-8mhvCEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Msly6NKB2fc/s400/DSC00374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Contemporary Czechoslovakian runway jewelry by designer "Lilien". This demi-parure is breathtaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have spent quite a bit of time recently going "hunting". Then thrill of the find is addictive. The addiction started many years ago when I first became interested in vintage jewelry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15vYTvUqrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/b1fopWUXi3U/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 463px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900664061700786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15vYTvUqrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/b1fopWUXi3U/s400/DSC00394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stunning "fringe bib" of clear rhinestones; leaf-shaped rhinestone pin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I attended an auction and purchased a box lot of around 150 necklaces for about $30 (those were the days). I stayed up ALL NIGHT digging thru that lot of jewels and around 4AM found a rather sparkly pendant stamped 14k. The sparkles turned out to be diamonds, and while the value of such a pendant is small, the fire was lit! I had to find more treasures!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S14Ad2YGG4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fvm3juCcy5o/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430778713468181378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S14Ad2YGG4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fvm3juCcy5o/s400/DSC00382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A glimpse into my treasure trove: Victorian buckles, Sterling, Charm Bracelets, Fine Faux Pearls, Turquoise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But finding treasure requires knowledge. So many people sell jewelry, and so few know the first thing about it. And that is perfectly all right - I sell things out of my area of specialty as well. Sometimes it is fun to buy things on a whim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S14AeBvpWAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/diBTOOpUFXY/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430778716519749634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S14AeBvpWAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/diBTOOpUFXY/s400/DSC00384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Royal purple and clear rhinestones with a creamy faux pearl dangle. Earrings marked "France".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lets face it...jewelry looks great in a shop and everyone loves to look at (and hopefully buy) jewelry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15tzKNSShI/AAAAAAAAAlM/R0l2VgLbA40/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 477px; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430898926336231954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15tzKNSShI/AAAAAAAAAlM/R0l2VgLbA40/s400/DSC00390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rasberry-colored glass stones dangle brooch, Judy Lee green &amp;amp; faux pearl pin, blue aurora borealis set by Weiss and some unsigned pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I began studying jewelry. And studying. And handling as many pieces as I could. I cannot fathom how many thousands of pieces I have handled in the last decade. I have probably read and re-read and re-read and re-read close to 100 books about jewelry.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15ty7KG0eI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dc0v9guu0gY/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 513px; HEIGHT: 427px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430898922296365538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15ty7KG0eI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dc0v9guu0gY/s400/DSC00389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inverted set brilliantly cut blue brooch, contemporary red and clear rhinestone panda, pink rhinestone triangle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything from styles, designers, manufacturing processes, gemstones, gold, when materials were used, collectibility, market analyses, trends influenced by royalty...and on...and on. I really wish there were some type of degree or certificate in vintage jewelry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15vY5MyJoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/7m1scupgLb8/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 479px; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900674117379714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15vY5MyJoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/7m1scupgLb8/s400/DSC00406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can you even stand the aurora borealis play of colors in this fabulous fancy-cut glass cluster pin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought I would share some photos with you all of some recent acquisitions and some photos taken of items in my booth at Antiques Emporium. We recently invested in some new display cases with halogen lighting. Wow....the jewelry truly shows its fire and brilliance in these new cases. Let's just hope they do their job and sell for me...haha....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15vZEFYGxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6U7ddyc6fgA/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430900677039102738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S15vZEFYGxI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6U7ddyc6fgA/s400/DSC00408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The top of one of my display cases; I just LOVE that pink feather-bob hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6999886833938224777?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6999886833938224777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6999886833938224777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6999886833938224777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6999886833938224777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/01/addictive-midwinter-beauties.html' title='Addictive Midwinter Beauties!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S13-8mhvCEI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Msly6NKB2fc/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7213056987806800293</id><published>2010-01-12T21:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:23:47.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Browsing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S006cn360PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VQbTMoh2caA/s1600-h/Window+Shopping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 581px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426057389465587954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S006cn360PI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VQbTMoh2caA/s400/Window+Shopping1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I admit it. I am one of those weird people who always says "No thank you, just browsing!" to the inevitable question posed by the salesperson: "May I help you with something?" Rather shamefacedly I also admit to getting slightly annoyed when I am asked this question more than once. By the third time I usually have several sarcastic remarks running thru my head. What part of "just browsing" don't you understand? (please note, my ever-so-Southern upbringing prevents me from being rude or voicing these little comments....I daresay if I did, my Mama would come down from heaven and give me a talkin' to). True, my browsing usually results in a purchase, but I normally do not need help finding something I came to purchase. When I need help, I know it, and usually ask for it right off the bat. And Lord help me there is something rather relaxing about being able to "just browse." No decisions, just lots of lovely things to remark upon - massive visual stimulation! Browsing is, at best, an excercise in creativity; at worst, a pleasant way to waste time. Your gaze lingers on a display of crisp linen napkins in silver rings, sparkling crystal and long waxy tapers as a centerpiece. Ideas start to churn...would it look right on the dining room table? Or maybe the tapers on the mantle and a big bowl of assorted silver napkin rings in the center of the table? And what type of wine would be served in those gorgeous cut crystal glasses? Browsing lets your mind have some play time...and I find I desperately need this time to appreciate beauty and let ideas run amok in my mind. Maybe that's why I resent someone asking me if they can help me. I know it is their job to do so, and an excercise in safety and customer service. But my answer shall remain steadfast: "No thank you - just browsing!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7213056987806800293?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7213056987806800293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7213056987806800293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7213056987806800293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7213056987806800293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-browsing.html' 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267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422853878884411746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S0HY3w_BKWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4MyHsMBkVwY/s400/Cameron-119.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you and yours the happiest of New Years!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to a great 2010: may we all have health, family, friends, wealth, fun....and many exciting vintage finds! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6041698919959075812?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6041698919959075812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6041698919959075812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6041698919959075812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6041698919959075812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/S0HY3w_BKWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4MyHsMBkVwY/s72-c/Cameron-119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1038137019719325721</id><published>2009-12-22T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:54:46.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Past, Present &amp; Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Where Are You Christmas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you Christmas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I find you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why have you gone away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the laughter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to bring me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I hear music play?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world is changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm rearranging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does that mean Christmas changes too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you Christmas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one you used to know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the same one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See what the time's done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that why you have let me go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everywhere, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas is here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you care, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there is love in your heart and your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will feel like Christmas all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel you Christmas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I've found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The joy of Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stays here inside us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fills each and every heart with love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you Christmas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill your heart with love.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lyrics by Mariah Carey, James Horner and Will Jennings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1038137019719325721?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1038137019719325721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1038137019719325721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1038137019719325721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1038137019719325721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-past-present-future.html' title='Christmas Past, Present &amp; Future'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2173770787138359207</id><published>2009-12-20T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T08:00:30.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ephemera for You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dGcTuQzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NtFbk5i7XAo/s1600-h/Baby+in+sleigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417299398288622386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dGcTuQzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NtFbk5i7XAo/s400/Baby+in+sleigh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's almost Christmas! Joy to the World! Here Comes Santa Claus! Jingle Bells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the Christmas season! Many people have a set image of their Christmas: maybe you prefer colored lights on your tree and bright, multi-color ornaments. Or maybe you like white lights and loads of tinsel. Or maybe your ornament collection represents travels or important events in your life like "Our First Christmas" or "Baby's First Christmas." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dGzrDQuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/S_iGiZba1QI/s1600-h/Santa+Card+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417299404560483042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dGzrDQuI/AAAAAAAAAj0/S_iGiZba1QI/s400/Santa+Card+front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have both of those on my tree! My Mother was a Christmas fanatic. Truthfully, I haven't had as much Christmas spirit since she passed away, but Darby and I are working on some new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;traditions and I feel happier this Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dHMjtrDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Gg8YYmQ5eOs/s1600-h/Halo+girl+watering+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 403px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417299411240594482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dHMjtrDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Gg8YYmQ5eOs/s400/Halo+girl+watering+star.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have so much Christmas stuff (and still buying), that my tree looks different every year. This year I chose white lights and used only ornaments that were silver, gold, white and / or glittery or crystal. I threw in a few colorful ornamets that are covered in glitter for some punch and of course, included the little handmade Angel that Darby made when he was a child. (awwwe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dH7m_GRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/WvjapgR3KsU/s1600-h/Little+Drummer+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 416px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417299423870785810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dH7m_GRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/WvjapgR3KsU/s400/Little+Drummer+Boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very pleased with how the tree looks this year and plan to post an image soon! For now, here is some ephemera for those of you that collect images and / or craft. Please credit my blog if you use these images on your blog or on shutterfly, etc...thanks in advance. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dHfAH8qI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IkdeUc-4jcw/s1600-h/Reindeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 494px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417299416191595170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dHfAH8qI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IkdeUc-4jcw/s400/Reindeer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2173770787138359207?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2173770787138359207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2173770787138359207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2173770787138359207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2173770787138359207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-ephemera-for-you.html' title='Christmas Ephemera for You!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sy4dGcTuQzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NtFbk5i7XAo/s72-c/Baby+in+sleigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2343889953285465306</id><published>2009-12-10T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:04:48.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, Jesus and John the Baptist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw6vzqEOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FIUTW-zrfzI/s1600-h/MAIN+MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413591644155547874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw6vzqEOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FIUTW-zrfzI/s400/MAIN+MAIN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;During this Holy season, it only seems appropriate to do an entry featuring a religious piece of vintage jewelry. I absolutely adore this locket / pendant. It is so beautiful and has such a beautiful theme. This petite circular pendant pictures Mary, Jesus, and John the Baptist on the front in relief; meaning they are not flat. With metalwork this is sometimes called repousse - if this were in stone or shell it would be called a cameo. It is marked "RR Sterling"; unfortunately, this maker's mark has me stumped. I see a lot of religious jewelry pieces deaturing Jesus and Mary; but not so many with the addition of John. John the Baptist is referred to in one of the Gospels as Jesus' cousin. John preached faithfulness and honesty in one's duties, and the humble confession of one's sins. John baptized his listeners in the Jordan; this became such a large part of his ministry that he was given the surname "the Baptist." John even baptized Jesus. I suppose that's a little background on Baptism, though it wasn't meant to be! Hope you are having a wonderful and cheerful Christmas season! Incidentally, this piece will be on Ruby Lane shortly; condition is very good; expected patina (you can the difference in patina on the back where someone had a price sticker) and 1 tiny, tiny "ding" on the reverse. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw7Q-SzkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XFb1C94rYBc/s1600-h/Side+View+Open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413591653058530882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw7Q-SzkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/XFb1C94rYBc/s400/Side+View+Open.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw7E-HuiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/MCyf4vnVoiQ/s1600-h/Open+View+and+Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413591649836579362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw7E-HuiI/AAAAAAAAAjc/MCyf4vnVoiQ/s400/Open+View+and+Mark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2343889953285465306?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2343889953285465306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2343889953285465306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2343889953285465306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2343889953285465306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/12/mary-jesus-and-john-baptist.html' title='Mary, Jesus and John the Baptist'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SyDw6vzqEOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FIUTW-zrfzI/s72-c/MAIN+MAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-337505276259247849</id><published>2009-11-30T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:45:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun....</title><content type='html'>The night was dark and stormy. Eve shivered as she crept out the cellar door. The temperature had plummented over the past few hours; in part due to a cold front coming in from the mid-west, and perhaps, due to the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her moment was upon her. How long, she wondered, had she planned for this moment? Dreamt of the result? Painstakingly rehearsed every move, every minute detail down to the precise hour of her venture? Weeks? Months? She shrugged. The time for planning was past. The time for action was now. No regrets...only opportunity. The door swung closed behind her with the barest of squeaks. Eve paused and took in the maelstrom of the storm and marveled at how adaptive nature could be. The mighty Southern Pine with its deep, penetrating roots meant to withstand the tests of time had been conditioned to hold its ground when faced with adversity - learned to bend instead of break. But, oh how the sky was angry this night. The fury of the wind whipped at the pines, sending needles flying to the ground and creating a slight howl thru the trees that matched Eve's mood perfectly. Turning her face up towards the sky, Eve felt the cleansing rush of raindrops course through her hair and down her face, watched the lightning illuminate the dark sky with new possibilities and felt the wind blowing her thoughts forward. She turned, her long dark coat trailing behind her, and took a step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-337505276259247849?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/337505276259247849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=337505276259247849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/337505276259247849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/337505276259247849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-fun.html' title='Just For Fun....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7399555013159230649</id><published>2009-11-12T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:51:05.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The Holiday Season is upon us! With the rain, I have had to go to the malls to walk this week and the holiday decor is up...including fabulous Santa villages! Can't wait to take Cameron for his first Santa visit. I wonder if he will cry? After an entire weekend spent antiquing: Friday night auction until midnight, Flea Market started back Saturday morning and it was SMOKING HOT for treasures...I haven't bought that much stuff out there in a very long time, and then another auction Saturday night till midnight again! Needless to say, I will be spending most of this coming weekend pricing new items for the booth and then re-arranging and sprucing it up. I purchased over 1000 books last weekend...a couple go back to the 1700's!! - and several from the 1800's. Obviously, I will be adding a lot of books. &lt;grin&gt; ANYWAY, thought I would share a few photos of items I am currently working with; either for the booth or on Ruby Lane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy and have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBygV1D4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/M7VTYaMaGOY/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403195620124331906" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBygV1D4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/M7VTYaMaGOY/s400/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Robert DeMario Demi-Parure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally decided to sell it out of my personal collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBxWj76XI/AAAAAAAAAis/PslVQLS3rLs/s1600-h/Lady+with+flowers+and+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403195600319277426" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBxWj76XI/AAAAAAAAAis/PslVQLS3rLs/s400/Lady+with+flowers+and+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sibyl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I liked this image because of the dog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwByF21JNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PX74BLBVwkg/s1600-h/PA100086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403195613014992082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwByF21JNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PX74BLBVwkg/s400/PA100086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roaring Tiger Pin by Erwin Pearl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwByf5AIfI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HV39SuTZINE/s1600-h/PB020695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403195620003422706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwByf5AIfI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HV39SuTZINE/s400/PB020695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect for the Holidays! Desirable red with gold glitter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thermoset plastic bracelet. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBx2ifCNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fZ34lK-pUI4/s1600-h/PA100073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403195608903125202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBx2ifCNI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fZ34lK-pUI4/s400/PA100073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;White Gold, Amethyst and Diamonds. Don't you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an elegant but flashy cocktail ring for parties?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7399555013159230649?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7399555013159230649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7399555013159230649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7399555013159230649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7399555013159230649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-treasures.html' title='Little Treasures'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvwBygV1D4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/M7VTYaMaGOY/s72-c/MAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1780781530874330342</id><published>2009-11-03T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:58:46.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween, Superman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKTHEvlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kbiIFiqJEm0/s1600-h/PA110199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966763238866514" style="WIDTH: 421px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKTHEvlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kbiIFiqJEm0/s400/PA110199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Orcutt's - October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This year, Halloween seemed to last for the entire month - which was fun! Cameron, Darby and I headed out one Saturday to the Vintage Village to visit our antique family: Tracy at the Little Shabby Shed, Suzie and Jenny at SuzAnna's Antiques, and Sam...with his fabulous pumpkin patch, mini haunted house, fall mums and gourds galore. We let Cameron choose his pumpkin - it was so cute - he chose a Cameron sized pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJJqe2BaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8g3e9lHc-ys/s1600-h/Cameron+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966752332711330" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 432px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJJqe2BaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/8g3e9lHc-ys/s400/Cameron+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron with his small pumpkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, he tried to eat a rock (!!!), so it was time to leave the ground and go experience Cameron's first haunted house!!!! OOOOoooooooo.....scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKxiDCXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Y0bbMtZbpG0/s1600-h/PA110267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966771405064562" style="WIDTH: 523px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 391px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKxiDCXI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Y0bbMtZbpG0/s400/PA110267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Darby and Cameron and a creepy ghoul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron was more intrigued than scared, which was good - we didn't want him to be afraid and we took some fun photos. Later that week Cameron went to another pumpkin patch; this time at the NC Farmer's Market to help his E-Paw pick out his pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJLMpguoI/AAAAAAAAAic/twOzIFesXQ0/s1600-h/PA120279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966778684127874" style="WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 347px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJLMpguoI/AAAAAAAAAic/twOzIFesXQ0/s400/PA120279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron and E-Paw conferring on a pumpkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all went and had a seafood lunch. Thanks E-Paw!&lt;br /&gt;The week of Halloween, the Library where we go for story time had special Halloween story times that you had to register for, so we chose to go Thursday evening so Darby could participate. Darby's mother was in town and got to attend as well! Cameron was Superman this year, and he looked precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAnxkc4uXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GtJolmNSS64/s1600-h/PA290525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399859685769132402" style="WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAnxkc4uXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GtJolmNSS64/s400/PA290525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron flies into the library!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;His costume was actually a pajama set, except the blue pants were too long so we substituted red shorts. Cameron had a blast meeting the other kids that night, doing some trick-or-treating and meeting the Chick-Fil-A cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAlgoyy52I/AAAAAAAAAgk/64AzKfJ9E8c/s1600-h/Chick+Fil+A+Cow+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399857195853735778" style="WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAlgoyy52I/AAAAAAAAAgk/64AzKfJ9E8c/s400/Chick+Fil+A+Cow+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron meets the Chick-Fil-A Cow! At least I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; its the Chick-Fil-A cow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He was so excited the entire evening, and -OH- by the way - he is walking! (he began walking right in the middle of his first Birthday party - 9/26/09).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgs_XSjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/4LZepArivQg/s1600-h/Cameron+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399864893561588274" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 451px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgs_XSjI/AAAAAAAAAhc/4LZepArivQg/s400/Cameron+walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a bird! It's a plane! It's....Cameron walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next day, Friday, one of his buddies turned 1 so we went to celebrate with Collin...and the kids got to wear their costumes! Another Superman evening! Cameron had a blast and discovered a toy wheelbarrow. (hopefully, his interest in yard work will stick around so he can help us out...haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAnyIhED4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/u8Pgk9LZpBs/s1600-h/PA300600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399859695450328962" style="WIDTH: 494px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 353px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAnyIhED4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/u8Pgk9LZpBs/s400/PA300600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron discovers Yard Work...HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, it was Oct. 31. All Hallow's Eve. We went to E-Paw's to trick-or-treat and take pictures with cousin Reese - cute ladybug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAnyYQkLxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/0O9XI4SnNOM/s1600-h/PA310622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399859699676098322" style="WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAnyYQkLxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/0O9XI4SnNOM/s400/PA310622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgXHgpMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZKt3PQpJS2w/s1600-h/PA310633.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cameron and E-Paw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgXHgpMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZKt3PQpJS2w/s1600-h/PA310633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399864887690175682" style="WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgXHgpMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZKt3PQpJS2w/s400/PA310633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reese, E-Paw and Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, Mommy and Daddy had to scurry home to finalize preparations for their small get-together with friends! What a fun evening! Our friends Mary, Martin, Alan and Hope came over in costume: Mary as the Spiderwife, Martin as the carrot-top clown face hero shirt person, Alan as Spiderman and Hope as the Ace Reporter. I attempted to dress as Dorothy this year because my hair is SO long - thought I could mimic her hairdo and Kearney could be my Toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAshCA-iuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Gt_PBCAV3-w/s1600-h/PA310650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399864899205499618" style="WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAshCA-iuI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Gt_PBCAV3-w/s400/PA310650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kearney and Laura imitate Dorothy and Toto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much on the "look like Dorothy attempt" but I had fun trying. Darby was a devil and Cameron was...drumroll...Superman! Of course! I made a dirt cake and was so proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgzPDjcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZPv6ySF66Uc/s1600-h/PA310642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399864895238016450" style="WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvAsgzPDjcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ZPv6ySF66Uc/s400/PA310642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Worms, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron entertained everyone by dancing to disco music, which got us all up dancing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKEx_WpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QvrEaeiB_4g/s1600-h/YMCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399966759392336530" style="WIDTH: 484px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKEx_WpI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QvrEaeiB_4g/s400/YMCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ace Reporter, Spiderwife, Carrot-top Clown Face and Spiderman....can you guess which disco song was playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally little Cams had had enough and it was bedtime. We played a game called "Encore"; it is a singing game and had a great time. This crowd knows how to laugh! I think we have all decided to team up and go caroling in a few weeks. But not dressed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCOQMp9IlI/AAAAAAAAAik/o8D1s6KKKSk/s1600-h/PA310669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399972362143474258" style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCOQMp9IlI/AAAAAAAAAik/o8D1s6KKKSk/s400/PA310669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orcutt's - October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1780781530874330342?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1780781530874330342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1780781530874330342' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1780781530874330342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1780781530874330342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-superman.html' title='Happy Halloween, Superman!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SvCJKTHEvlI/AAAAAAAAAiM/kbiIFiqJEm0/s72-c/PA110199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1793387231106860446</id><published>2009-10-12T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:57:52.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorian Lingerie Pins.....Hide Those Straps, Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO56k3xzDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/emnHmBDtFBQ/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391857594873793586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO56k3xzDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/emnHmBDtFBQ/s400/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pair of enamelled lingerie pins; C-Clasp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Victorian Era, named after Queen Victoria, produced a bounty of jewelry - in part due to Queen Victoria's love of jewelry. During this time, ladies had many, many different articles of clothing to put on in order to assemble their outfit for the day. One of these many items was lingerie...and with it came the ever present problem of how to hide those darn lingerie straps and keep them from falling out? In that sense, times haven't changed much. There are scads of infomercials advertising the latest in gadgets guaranteed (or your money back!) to keep that bra HIDDEN. The main difference is the reason why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO55_5s_dI/AAAAAAAAAf0/M3xK19eUs00/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391857584949755346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO55_5s_dI/AAAAAAAAAf0/M3xK19eUs00/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10K Gold and White Enamel; safety clasp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Victorian women were very proper, and to reveal ones underclothing would likely cause a scandal...at the very least the other ladies at your afteroon tea might swoon. These days, we hide our bras and pin them together in the middle of our back so that they don't ruin the effect of our halter top sundresses.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO57PnpKvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tTEfomne-S4/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO57lrCH3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4W1oaFbT-20/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391857612268642162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO57lrCH3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4W1oaFbT-20/s400/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mother of Pearl; C-Clasp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Admittedly, bra straps falling out IS embarrasing, but I daresay the sight of one wouldn't cause a scandal. "Oh ye gads! A BRA STRAP! EEEEEEEKKK!"(there are many cases in which I think a more scandalous event occurs when ladies need to put one ON!) ANYWAY....these diminuitive pins were introduced as a pretty and feminine way to hold your "lingerie straps" in place. What a wonderful idea! They were made in numerous ways; some in 10 or 14K gold, some gold filled, or enamelled, and some with creamy iridescent mother of pearl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO56HXvLhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XiTrJ0Ejj_Y/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391857586954776082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO56HXvLhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XiTrJ0Ejj_Y/s400/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pair of 14K Gold Pins; Safety Clasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To be certain, a proper Victorian lady would want something "jewel-like" securing her underthings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO6Ri30nQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y0NPB38_svQ/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391857989474098434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO6Ri30nQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/y0NPB38_svQ/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unmarked; likely gold-filled; C-Clasp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I myself have used a paper clip, a safety pin (large ones work well to pull the straps in between your shoulder blades), as well as teeny safety pins discreetly pinned from the inside out. Certainly these dainty Victorian pins are more attractive than a paper clip! Incidentally, all of the picured lingerie pins are for sale in our &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruby Lane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1793387231106860446?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1793387231106860446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1793387231106860446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1793387231106860446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1793387231106860446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/10/victorian-lingerie-pinshide-that-bra.html' title='Victorian Lingerie Pins.....Hide Those Straps, Girl!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/StO56k3xzDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/emnHmBDtFBQ/s72-c/MAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3960609276202704726</id><published>2009-09-25T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:25:35.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Cameron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sr2UxgRnWDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/R64F2O-myoA/s1600-h/Cam+Zoom+Face1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385624307603298354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sr2UxgRnWDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/R64F2O-myoA/s400/Cam+Zoom+Face1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To our sweet, joyful, happy and much-loved son, Cameron Thomas: may you always have happiness, health, love, success and a blessed life full of all you can dream. Your presence in our lives has been such a blessing. You are always full of joy and so very eager to learn about the world around you. As your parents, we have loved experiencing the excitement all of the things that are brand new to you - for us, it is the opportuity to be "young again." Thank you for showing us that the best part about life, and all the things in it, is sometimes just being there to witness it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are much loved - always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy 9/25/09 on the occasion of your 1st birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sr2UxNUZH-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/WwJWWLx-lHo/s1600-h/Cam+in+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385624302514675682" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sr2UxNUZH-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/WwJWWLx-lHo/s400/Cam+in+Car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3960609276202704726?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3960609276202704726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3960609276202704726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3960609276202704726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3960609276202704726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-1st-birthday-cameron.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Cameron!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sr2UxgRnWDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/R64F2O-myoA/s72-c/Cam+Zoom+Face1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1239172341520198720</id><published>2009-09-22T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:46:54.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2i3KOQLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5_mOkkg0ehQ/s1600-h/P8161287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384394802048417970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2i3KOQLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5_mOkkg0ehQ/s400/P8161287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, we so often are heard saying "I can't wait to be 16!" Our big moment seems to be being able to step into a car and zoom away without our parents. Then, of course we say "I can't wait to be 18!" That brief moment in time when your entire life is ahead of you. Perhaps you packed your bags and went off to college. Or moved to a small apartment and got your first job. Regardless, at 18, you were, legally, an adult...BUT...yet...there was one more big one. Oh, yeah. Next, we cry "I can't wait to be 21!" Legally able to consume an alcoholic beverage. That seems to be a rite of passage for so many young people. Funny though. I don't recall saying "I can't wait to be 25!". I'm quite certain I never shouted "I can't wait to be 30!". And I sure as heck never said "I can't wait to be 35!". Which beings me up to today. (yes, for all you who are paying attention, I just announced my age. Ahem.) Have you ever looked around and wondered what happened to your life? Not in a bad or dissatisfied way, but more like a "Wait a minute...I just finished high school yesterday and all of a sudden I am 35 and the years are just flying by" kind of a way? It is a little disconcerting to say the least. I have a wonderful life...so many things to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankful for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2jon1wYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/T65Mh7DGEpQ/s1600-h/P8161306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384394815325979010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2jon1wYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/T65Mh7DGEpQ/s400/P8161306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am a little down right now. Cameron turns 1 on Friday and while I am overjoyed, part of me is wondering where the time went? How did he get to be 1 so quickly? And if what my friends say is true, time is only going to seem to get faster. I don't like that. I want to put on the brakes. Slow it down. Stop and smell the roses. (bring on the Neil Diamond.) Maybe that's why I took 5 billion pictures this past year that I haven't put into an album - though I did buy some scrapbooking supplies so I could get started on said album. I guess that is life. But I would like to slow it down...a lot. I am spending the rest of the week gearing up for for Cameron's 1st Birthday. Darby and plan to take him to Liberty, NC for a big antique festival (assuming the rain holds out) on his actual birthday - Friday the 25th. What a birthday present! Just what every kid wants! We are having a small party at the house on Saturday - puppy dog theme - so that should be much fun! May you all have a good - and slow - week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2jAXY8LI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JYQ071RIWzc/s1600-h/P8161288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384394804519563442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2jAXY8LI/AAAAAAAAAfA/JYQ071RIWzc/s400/P8161288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Pictures taken in the Virginia mountains*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1239172341520198720?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1239172341520198720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1239172341520198720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1239172341520198720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1239172341520198720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/fast-forward.html' title='Fast Forward'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Srk2i3KOQLI/AAAAAAAAAe4/5_mOkkg0ehQ/s72-c/P8161287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8657223360233025867</id><published>2009-09-15T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:48:03.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Glitters and a Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_r0lXCAaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cJ3gElD0cPQ/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381779368345469346" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_r0lXCAaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cJ3gElD0cPQ/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_pl_UvjFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZeT6H2BQtUY/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am busy photographing jewelry - which I must say isn't the easiest thing in the world. In fact, my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Raleigh-NC/Lady-and-the-Librarian/81628008629?ref=ts"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; update about an hour ago went something along the lines of: "Laura is about tired of photographing jewelry. Zoom in, zoom out; snap, snap. Repeat a gazillion times!" However, it is very important to me for my online clientele to be able to see the jewelry they are contemplating in great detail. So I try to make sure I take clear, up-close pictures. I want them to have the sense of having handled the piece themselves. And sometimes the photography is relaxing. Last week I sure had some fun...see my post entitled "On Wings of Fancy." Here are a few things I am currently working on...they are all for sale in our &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby Lane&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;store! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictured above is a precious little frog by Robert Mandle - his company was founded in New York in 1956. Next we have a simply stunning demi-parure by Weiss. The "Weiss" company was founded in 1942 by Albert Weiss and ceased operations in 1971. The company is well known for their use of high quality Austrian rhinestones. These stones are an icy blue coated in aurora borealis. Depending on the light, they shimmer from blue to grey. Totally fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_q8hk0SNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lEh03X75ojo/s1600-h/P5200439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381778405256874194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_q8hk0SNI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lEh03X75ojo/s400/P5200439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next brooch is by "Judy Lee" and features faux pearls and green and clear rhinestones. The Judy Lee mark was used from 1949-1980; the jewelry was marketed through home parties. This brooch is circa 1960. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_q8Tz3ooI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hvI0zkRWHcA/s1600-h/P5200429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381778401561911938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_q8Tz3ooI/AAAAAAAAAeI/hvI0zkRWHcA/s400/P5200429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This next picture features a necklace by the "Selini" / "Selro" company whose jewelry was designed and manufactured by Paul Selenger. This particular piece is known as the "Warrior / Devil / Asian" man necklace; is circa 1960 and is extremely sought after. I was mightly pleased to track it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_pmefbR9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/L9OKfThGgJI/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776926960207826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_pmefbR9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/L9OKfThGgJI/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The purple and red brooch is by "Kramer of New York" and is totally amazing with its special-effect colored stones. Kramer of New York was founded by Louis Kramer in 1943 and went out of business around 1980. They were well known for their use of specialty stones such as those seen in this piece. I would date this particular piece to the late 1950's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_plnbxRpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O2GwgzSH8N4/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776912180922002" style="WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_plnbxRpI/AAAAAAAAAdw/O2GwgzSH8N4/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This next brooch is signed "Swarovski" and combines a beautiful color assortment of pink, dark purple, light purple, green and clear crystals to make a flower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_pk-U8PoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xGjxJBrN04I/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776901146427010" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_pk-U8PoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/xGjxJBrN04I/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this last piece is by the renowned fashion house of "Christian Dior". It features black enamel and clear rhinestones. Totally classy and understated elegance; circa 1980's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_plWo2NKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cS0N9-gaPwE/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381776907672368290" style="WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_plWo2NKI/AAAAAAAAAdo/cS0N9-gaPwE/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8657223360233025867?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8657223360233025867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8657223360233025867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8657223360233025867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8657223360233025867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-that-glitters-and-frog.html' title='All That Glitters and a Frog'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sq_r0lXCAaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cJ3gElD0cPQ/s72-c/Main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5052139548911063873</id><published>2009-09-09T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:34:54.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Wings of Fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUpwj5U-I/AAAAAAAAAdY/T0xFp_51Qls/s1600-h/Jet+Bible,+Pewter+Bulldog,+RS+Button,+MOP+Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfNzgN8ELI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jdk3NZd46Vc/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379494564622766258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfNzgN8ELI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jdk3NZd46Vc/s400/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sale of our main display case in our antique booth prompted me to do a "re-think" about the space that it was in. I don't have another display case to go in its place, and to be honest, after re-arranging the pieces that came out of the locked case, I realized that my remaining 2 cases, one locked, one unlocked, looked a lot better a bit crowded; with lots of little pretties gathered together. Soooo....for the time being I am going to put a white shelf in that has different size shelves and spaces and I am going to try a different look for a while. That being said, while I was pricing some of these items, I decided to take some pictures to share with you all. In this main photo at the top I would like to point out the fabulous butterfly painting in the gilt frame...I fell in love with this piece and knew it would be a focal point of a display in my booth. Actually, when I bought it, I thought I might keep it, but, such is the purchasing life of a dealer...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfN11VannI/AAAAAAAAAcw/q6yMLsYz6bc/s1600-h/Jet+Bible,+Pewter+Bulldog,+RS+Button,+MOP+Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379494604651011698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfN11VannI/AAAAAAAAAcw/q6yMLsYz6bc/s400/Jet+Bible,+Pewter+Bulldog,+RS+Button,+MOP+Button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we see a card of green glass buttons, some beautiful creamy mother of pearl buttons and a bling bling rhinestone button nestled in beside a wonderful Victorian bible we found late last year. We believe it to be true jet or gutta percha; unfortunately, I am not an expert in either material and the tests to determine them involove hot needles which I do NOT perform and will not purchase from any dealer who uses these tests either. However, it is a lovely little item and the back is etched with a ladies name; presumably the owners. And I just love the bulldog in the background! Look at his scrunched up face! He is so cute and Italian! Mi Amore!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfN1nlfaeI/AAAAAAAAAco/0nzmZ68XUts/s1600-h/Decantur,+Mesh+Purse,+Cigar+Labels,+Blue+Pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379494600960338402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfN1nlfaeI/AAAAAAAAAco/0nzmZ68XUts/s400/Decantur,+Mesh+Purse,+Cigar+Labels,+Blue+Pin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture shows a wonderful enameled mesh bag in beautiful teal, gold tone and creamy white. It is circa 1940 and is draped beside a modern Lenox crystal decanter...drape the bag over your arm and pour some scotch....ahhh...luxury....of course, you will also need the faux pearl, crystal and art glass necklace dangling around the neck of the decanter and spread out over the rose ball to complete your ensemble; but wait...the fabulous blue glass brooch by vintage designer BSK is definitely needed to complement the purse. There is also a cute little cigarette holder with a wonderful pink rhinestone capped lighter. I bet this could be re-purposed...a cell phone bag perhaps? Leave the lighter...the rhinestone is fabulous! Scattered throughout these pics are several small photos of people. I found a nice little stash of small photos and thought they would be fun to stick here and there in my vignettes. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfN0w1bF8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qwv2REHUdIs/s1600-h/MOP+Pins+and+Photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379494586263214018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfN0w1bF8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/Qwv2REHUdIs/s400/MOP+Pins+and+Photos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These brooches date to the turn of the century. They are made of mother of pearl and look so lovely in this old jewelry box. I have a friend who collects these old boxes with a passion...they are pretty cool, I must say - and I love the photo of the two guys peering out over the jewelry. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUpR2dLGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YJus0H_iwOc/s1600-h/Resin+Lady+Close+Up,+Card,+Beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379502085548878946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUpR2dLGI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YJus0H_iwOc/s400/Resin+Lady+Close+Up,+Card,+Beads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a close up of a resin-type bust of a woman done in Victorian style. Her bodice is - uh- rather on the low side. Perhaps she was on the make for a gentleman? I love the calling card pictured on the right..."Mrs. Dr. Whelpley". "Mrs. Dr".....how fabulous! I may have to see what Emily Post has to say about that. The white and black glass beads resting on the geode crystals are very pretty in their simplicity...the symbolism in black and white has always been a favorite of mine. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUooyySnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V0OM_Oa7qAU/s1600-h/Dresden+Purse+Close+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379502074527631986" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUooyySnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V0OM_Oa7qAU/s400/Dresden+Purse+Close+Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This purse is a Dresden mesh by the renowned Whiting and Davis company. The lady in the photo would have been mighty proud to have carried it around I am sure. The colors in this Dresden have stayed vibrant except for a few areas near the frame. Dresden's are commonly thought of as impressionistic as many of them have flowers or trees in them. They often appear as washes of color. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUo1SrTVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/m9o6-Hp6lxM/s1600-h/Red+Cuff+Links,+Black+Clip,+Photos,+Beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379502077882617170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfUo1SrTVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/m9o6-Hp6lxM/s400/Red+Cuff+Links,+Black+Clip,+Photos,+Beads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last photo shows off several of the small pictures as well as a set of old red glass cuff links that I find very appealing and a wonderful black glass faceted dress clip. All these items are displayed on a fox fur collar. I cannot wait to get into the booth and set up some of these vignettes and see what they will look like for real. The pictures look great, but sometimes making it work in a booth is a little different! Hope everyone is enjoying the cooler weather! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5052139548911063873?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5052139548911063873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5052139548911063873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5052139548911063873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5052139548911063873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-wings-of-fancy.html' title='On Wings of Fancy'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SqfNzgN8ELI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jdk3NZd46Vc/s72-c/MAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2395403175616979183</id><published>2009-08-31T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:24:23.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-F0QQvI/AAAAAAAAAao/9lFCjTmULKA/s1600-h/P6210855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224798933271282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-F0QQvI/AAAAAAAAAao/9lFCjTmULKA/s320/P6210855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following my previous post about it being a long, hot summer, I thought I'd share a little of what the Orcutt Family has been up to over the summer. Cameron has cut 6 teeth since Easter! 3 are on the top and 3 are on the bottom. We made it through the teething (change in sleeping and some fussiness), and now our little man is chewing! It is so weird to hear something make a crunching sound when he bites! *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My niece was born in May and I am proud to welcome Virginia "Reese" to the family. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwtNVdYJoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/7XNkUu69fbI/s1600-h/Vick+Family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221762295441026" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwtNVdYJoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/7XNkUu69fbI/s320/Vick+Family+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made several trips to the beach and I am a proud mama of my ocean-loving baby! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwtN0cI-6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/RHKV-_GRIZ4/s1600-h/P5230560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376221770611751842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwtN0cI-6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/RHKV-_GRIZ4/s320/P5230560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(doesn't he look cute in his designer swim duds courtesy of his Aunt Vee? And please note his responsible Mama put a hat on his head!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He isn't scared of the waves at all! He contemplated them at first &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5KUZ2uHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0VlABQtVl2c/s1600-h/Cameron+Beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376234904612157554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5KUZ2uHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0VlABQtVl2c/s320/Cameron+Beach3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then delighted in walking around in the shallow part with either me or Darby holding his hands. We also bought him his own baby yacht (haha)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-hxsdoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pHSO5bVPYu4/s1600-h/CamBoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224806438729346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-hxsdoI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pHSO5bVPYu4/s320/CamBoat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he really thought that was something special. It is made so he floats in the seat but is supported enough to allow for plenty of splash room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv_Jb776I/AAAAAAAAAbA/eo2DpVTuWfs/s1600-h/CamSplash2Boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224817084886946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv_Jb776I/AAAAAAAAAbA/eo2DpVTuWfs/s320/CamSplash2Boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What fun! I will say the sand must have looked like a tempting treat - Cameron tried to eat it on many different occasions. But - I think we managed to leave most of the sand safely on the shore. I love this set of photos - the sun was sparkling on the water and the wind was blowing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5LaG44iI/AAAAAAAAAcI/07X39mk_X8E/s1600-h/Cameron+Beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376234923323089442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5LaG44iI/AAAAAAAAAcI/07X39mk_X8E/s320/Cameron+Beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5K1WkTPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aXsOztV8LhM/s1600-h/Cameron+Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376234913456737522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5K1WkTPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aXsOztV8LhM/s320/Cameron+Beach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am petty proud of my photographic efforts in these two shots: please note the sparkles, hair blowing in wind, Cameron contemplating his hand....perhaps I should turn pro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron has decided to tackle the staircase. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwyUDV-w1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/wqyH_XSuZSE/s1600-h/P6300920.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5L2ANcjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/d5VJkVkAbHE/s1600-h/CameronStairs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376234930811269682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spw5L2ANcjI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/d5VJkVkAbHE/s320/CameronStairs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is pretty proud of himself! He was a little hesitant on the first try; he would go up one stair and then back down, but now he just goes. Darby or I are right behind him, of course. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwyUYH5buI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BgLeBeMZM-o/s1600-h/P6300923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376227380827877090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SpwyUYH5buI/AAAAAAAAAbY/BgLeBeMZM-o/s320/P6300923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another big thing for Cameron these days is BOOKS. And how fitting is that for the son of a librarian? Cameron will just sit and look at his books and bring them to you to read or look at with him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-VqppCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/tPf3mf8ZRPQ/s1600-h/P6070635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224803187958818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-VqppCI/AAAAAAAAAaw/tPf3mf8ZRPQ/s320/P6070635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is interesting is that he has been turning pages since he was very young; maybe 3 months? As for me, personally, my weight loss journey continues. I am down 81 pounds since delivering Cameron. Unfortunately, I have hit a plateau. Rather frustrating considering I am walking 4.5 miles a day in the sweltering heat. Grrr....but....I will just alter something. I know I need to not drink that afternoon soda and that would probably kick it back in. But honestly by 3:00 I am dead on my feet. Someone needs to invent a calorie free, artificial sweetener free caffeinated something. Other than that, I am busy planning Cameron's 1st Birthday Party. Cannot believe it is almost time for that. Has it really been almost a year?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv_tbvYxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dk7ICioYSb4/s1600-h/LauraCameronSelfPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376224826747740946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv_tbvYxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dk7ICioYSb4/s320/LauraCameronSelfPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2395403175616979183?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2395403175616979183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2395403175616979183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2395403175616979183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2395403175616979183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-2009.html' title='Summer 2009'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Spwv-F0QQvI/AAAAAAAAAao/9lFCjTmULKA/s72-c/P6210855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2630208684487596068</id><published>2009-08-29T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:23:02.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here....</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....well, I suppose I could blame my lack of posting on a lot of things, but suffice it to say it has been a long, hot summer. I have the greatest of intentions, but you know that they say about good intentions....;) The good news, is that my schedule should lighten up a bit in the next week or so, and hopefully I can get back on track. Till then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2630208684487596068?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2630208684487596068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2630208684487596068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2630208684487596068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2630208684487596068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-here.html' title='Still Here....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3878939263108318460</id><published>2009-07-19T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:23:32.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGI9lxkTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-RlG3dwfH_E/s1600-h/Cameron+Library1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345838775275826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGI9lxkTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-RlG3dwfH_E/s320/Cameron+Library1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being a stay-at-home-mom is a wonderful thing in so many ways, but after working for 12 years, the sudden transition has been a little difficult. Life is funny that way: I remember when I was working I would sometimes wish I could just stay home. And now that I am staying home I find myself sometimes wishing I could just go back to work. I have a slight case of "the grass is always greener...". But in my heart I feel that being home with Cameron is the right thing for me to do. However, back in February I began to feel a little "socially isolated." Darby discovered that the library up the steeet from our house has several programs geared towards children, so I decided to venture out and see what it was all about. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPDxG1d2nI/AAAAAAAAAZA/G5Mp2BGKQm0/s1600-h/Cameron+with+toy+at+library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360343229916895858" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPDxG1d2nI/AAAAAAAAAZA/G5Mp2BGKQm0/s320/Cameron+with+toy+at+library.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron and I attended our first "Baby Lapsit" in February, and we have been going regularly ever since. Baby Lapsit is designed for babies up to the time they start walking. It consists of songs and a story and bubbles at the end of the session. Cameron and I have made some new friends and it has been so fascinating to watch Cameron "meet" other babies. The first time we went he did a lot of staring; I suppose he was amazed to see such tiny people when he had only seen adults. But he thoroughly enjoys himself and gets to clap, crawl around and be as social as babies this age can be. All the babies love the bubbles, and I must say it is my favorite part. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGJi4WVQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LkEMy7UwFU4/s1600-h/Cameron+Library3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345848785294594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGJi4WVQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/LkEMy7UwFU4/s320/Cameron+Library3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They play 2 wonderful songs during the bubbles: "Catch a Falling Star" (and put it in your pocket...) and also "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Cameron is a little mesmerized by the bubbles at first, and then begins crawling after them, trying to grab them or smacking the ones that have landed on the floor. He gets so excited; I captured several "pure joy" photos that I am hapy to share with you all. He recently crawled through the tunnel as well! I do have to put him at one end and then run to the other end to get him to crawl through, but I was so proud of his first tunnel crawl! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPDyWuUo9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/E5jyyHGzPLU/s1600-h/P6220869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360343251361768402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPDyWuUo9I/AAAAAAAAAZg/E5jyyHGzPLU/s320/P6220869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met several ladies who belong to a stay-at-home mother's group, and I have joined that as well. Cameron and I are now able to attend play dates and other social events. Being able to watch Cameron experience life is a joy, and while it is hard to stay home at times, it is totally worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGJMj-TzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/L5gEMp-Wf7Q/s1600-h/Cameron+Library2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345842794254130" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGJMj-TzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/L5gEMp-Wf7Q/s320/Cameron+Library2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I would like to thank the public library for providing this outlet for parents and children...keep up the good work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3878939263108318460?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3878939263108318460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3878939263108318460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3878939263108318460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3878939263108318460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-at-library.html' title='Fun at the Library'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SmPGI9lxkTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/-RlG3dwfH_E/s72-c/Cameron+Library1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6754068424862293092</id><published>2009-07-11T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:28:02.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons! Buttons! Buttons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4XbktxAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6S5kQ2lnzIM/s1600-h/P6300914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375206923813890" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4XbktxAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6S5kQ2lnzIM/s320/P6300914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4XO6aSMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/dKmgval91aI/s1600-h/P6300912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375203525150914" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4XO6aSMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/dKmgval91aI/s320/P6300912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something about these things that I can't seem to shake. They're small. Some are glittery. Some are shiny. Some have rhinestones...let's face it. I would have made a GREAT raccoon. You know what I told Darby I wanted, more than anything else, for Christmas this past year? (keep in mind that I am a jewelry collector...). A BIG TIN OF MIXED BUTTONS TO SORT. And my sweetheart of a husband actually found one that hadn't been "picked" through. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk0yvEIYZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KLxNeHVRYBo/s1600-h/P6300896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357371277965812114" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk0yvEIYZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KLxNeHVRYBo/s320/P6300896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finding beautiful antique buttons has become quite a challenge these days. It seems true antique buttons have become a major collector's item. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk0zNY8F5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/bx7bo3h2kwo/s1600-h/P6300900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357371286106150802" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk0zNY8F5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/bx7bo3h2kwo/s320/P6300900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Based on buttons found in museums in other countries, buttons have been collected since at least the 19th Century. For years, and still today, many people are "accidental" collectors. Think of that little box in your jewelry chest with buttons. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk0zR_uGSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mIv2BA--_iE/s1600-h/P6300906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357371287342553378" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk0zR_uGSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mIv2BA--_iE/s320/P6300906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or your grandmother's button box. Those boxes many times turn into the beginnings of true collections. In 1938, the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalbuttonsociety.org/"&gt;National Button Society&lt;/a&gt; was founded and recognized as an organized hobby. I personally have met people who have asked me if I have ever bought vintage clothing just to get the buttons. (ummm.....yes). I sell lots and lots of buttons to crafters and I love hearing their plans for the buttons. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4Wk6p56I/AAAAAAAAAYo/wU6xlXwvejs/s1600-h/P6300911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375192251885474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4Wk6p56I/AAAAAAAAAYo/wU6xlXwvejs/s320/P6300911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything from earrings, necklaces, mixed media, altered art...you name it. I actually have a large jar on the floor in my living room that I fill with buttons and it makes a great accent piece. You could group together 3 glass containers of different heights and fill them with vibrant buttons as a centerpiece. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4V4RQ0OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IXerTw-ruQE/s1600-h/P6300908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375180267114722" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4V4RQ0OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IXerTw-ruQE/s320/P6300908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many ways to use buttons with your daily life. (just keep them away from the babies!) If you are lucky, you might just find a beautiful, tiny treasure to display! The varieties of buttons you could find are almost limitless: glass, handpainted, ceramic, plastic, celluloid, rhinestone, enamel, silk, mother of pearl, fabric...happy hunting! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4Wf78hbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cN1bGqHxrJo/s1600-h/P6300909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357375190915122610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4Wf78hbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cN1bGqHxrJo/s320/P6300909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6754068424862293092?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6754068424862293092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6754068424862293092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6754068424862293092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6754068424862293092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/07/buttons-buttons-buttons.html' title='Buttons! Buttons! Buttons!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Slk4XbktxAI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6S5kQ2lnzIM/s72-c/P6300914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8476763867310040747</id><published>2009-06-05T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:35:45.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Sea</title><content type='html'>"Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me! Up on the shore they WORK ALL DAY, out in the sun they slave away, while we devotin' full time to floatin' UNDER THE SEA!" (Lyrics excerpt from &lt;em&gt;The Little Mermaid &lt;/em&gt;from&lt;em&gt; Disney). &lt;/em&gt;Are you singing the song? You know you are!!!! Ahhh.....the beach. The SEA. And the wonderful sea creatures it beholds. Over this past Memorial Day weekend, Darby and I took Cameron to the Aquaruim at Pine Knoll Shores...conveniently located within walking distance of my dad's beach house. We decided to go ahead and get a family memnership as we will also be able to use the other NC Aquariums as well as the NC Zoo. We figured Cameron would enjoy these destinations over and over, and we wanted to start exposing him to these wonders at a young age. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHfi9wrWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/udeLNfA0OJY/s1600-h/P5220478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951408883346786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHfi9wrWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/udeLNfA0OJY/s320/P5220478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron looked very dapper in his stroller as we arrived...I get the sense that babies know when they are on an adventure! Our first stop was a beautiful waterfall and we discovered the most amazing thing! If we stood behind the water, our camera captured the droplets! The pictures look pretty cool and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimllgW5CiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-5fCr_WPw9c/s1600-h/CameronMemDay10LauraWaterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343984496611494434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimllgW5CiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-5fCr_WPw9c/s320/CameronMemDay10LauraWaterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to share them! The one of Darby and Cameron is so sweet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Simll3EuITI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-dqI58pgRdw/s1600-h/CameronMemDay12DarbyWaterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343984502709297458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Simll3EuITI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-dqI58pgRdw/s320/CameronMemDay12DarbyWaterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next we saw a gigantic frog...I was a bit amazed they allowed it to run loose! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHgDekeII/AAAAAAAAAXE/k3Jhoxr_Bhc/s1600-h/CameronMemDay5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951417610893442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHgDekeII/AAAAAAAAAXE/k3Jhoxr_Bhc/s320/CameronMemDay5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I managed to control my urge to hop away for a quick photo with the large amphibian. Next, Darby decided to allow Cameron to experience the "hands on" tank. I was a little hesitant at first considering it was full of sting rays and skates...but once I saw how much Cameron was enjoying himself (and was reassured that all the dangerous aspects of the animals had been removed) I took a ton of photos. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHgdMtHhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7S03nShLUTA/s1600-h/CameronMemDay6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951424515284498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHgdMtHhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/7S03nShLUTA/s320/CameronMemDay6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part was when a sting ray came up and stuck his tail straight out of the water and Cameron grabbed his tail...he was thrilled...and I began envisioning the tail becoming a new kind of teether/sushi...and our new membership being revoked. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimnR5UQ_fI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kfMNXaW9wy4/s1600-h/CameronMemDay8StingRay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343986358737239538" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimnR5UQ_fI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kfMNXaW9wy4/s320/CameronMemDay8StingRay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I removed the tantalizing sting ray tail and we moved on to the large shark tank! Wow! There were tons of fish in that tank and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimpDF-OC8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Ws_ClaIexl0/s1600-h/CameronMemDay15SharkTank2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343988303459650498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimpDF-OC8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Ws_ClaIexl0/s320/CameronMemDay15SharkTank2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cameron and Darby loved watching them! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHgvRkFhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WMM_9qpekX8/s1600-h/CameronMemDay14SharkTank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951429367502354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHgvRkFhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/WMM_9qpekX8/s320/CameronMemDay14SharkTank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought Cameron a stuffed sting ray to commemorate the occasion...and took a very happy baby home to enjoy a bottle. What a fun day! I highly recommend escaping to the sea...discovering the creatures that live there...and relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8476763867310040747?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8476763867310040747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8476763867310040747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8476763867310040747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8476763867310040747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/06/under-sea.html' title='Under the Sea'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SimHfi9wrWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/udeLNfA0OJY/s72-c/P5220478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5741010551640436403</id><published>2009-05-10T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:09:22.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Doulton Black Labrador</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgeVDHXlShI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9HCW5TE4zlA/s1600-h/View3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396164393749010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgeVDHXlShI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9HCW5TE4zlA/s320/View3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This beautiful figurine is better known as "The Bumblikite of Mensergh". The black lab is one of the most beloved of all the dog species. Labs, in general are kind and loyal companions. And I would know...I had one for a wonderful 16 years...my sweet baby Breezy dog. This particular Royal Doulton figurine is hard to find and highly sought after. The Bumblikite was designed by John Bromley and measures 5" tall by 7" long. His color is glossy black...my camera gave a few of the pictures a brownish tint...there is NO BROWN in this lab! Just my camera acting up...or perhaps it was user error but it is so much easier to blame it on the camera! Like the Cocker Spaniel, the Black Lab is available locally at Antiques Emporium or online at &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;Ruby Lane&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgeVDI3bkOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/k2PNpVPsi3E/s1600-h/View1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334396164795764962" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgeVDI3bkOI/AAAAAAAAAWk/k2PNpVPsi3E/s320/View1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5741010551640436403?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5741010551640436403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5741010551640436403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5741010551640436403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5741010551640436403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/royal-doulton-black-labrador.html' title='Royal Doulton Black Labrador'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgeVDHXlShI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9HCW5TE4zlA/s72-c/View3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-649925202954654217</id><published>2009-05-07T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:55:53.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Doulton Cocker Spaniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoW50VLYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-_WprmNLUsk/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333291495167700354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoW50VLYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-_WprmNLUsk/s320/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darby and I recently acquired a small collection of Royal Doulton dog figurines and I will be showing them off in my blog as I list them for sale in my Ruby Lane store. I listed the Cocker Spaniel first. He is truly gorgeous and does have a soulful expression...though I think they all do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXJx5eaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fS_PyS5txS4/s1600-h/Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333291499452463522" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXJx5eaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/fS_PyS5txS4/s320/Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a HUGE dog fan. Have you ever noticed that DOG is GOD spelled backwards? I think there is something to that. But I digress. (I do that alot...) My main expereince with cocker spaniels stems from high school. My best friend, also named Laura, had a cocker spaniel who would...uhhh....lose control of her bladder everytime I came over. I am quite sure her mother was thrilled at my arrival. However, that aside, she was a sweet dog...very happy with a wiggly tail. Cockers have docked tails so when they are excited their whole bottom wags. SO cute. For those of you who are local, all 8 of the Doulton dogs (doesn't THAT sound hoity toity...) are available for your viewing (and purchasing...) pleasure at our booth at Antiques Emporium at Cameron Village. For our online readers, I plan to list them gradually over the next 2 weeks. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXkT6V7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/0XMoNLZFnJg/s1600-h/Side+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333291506574448562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXkT6V7I/AAAAAAAAAWc/0XMoNLZFnJg/s320/Side+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXdx_xvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d3Qjc0036wI/s1600-h/Mark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333291504821585650" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXdx_xvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d3Qjc0036wI/s320/Mark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXZe95YI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NNX8VF0zIiw/s1600-h/Mark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333291503668028802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoXZe95YI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NNX8VF0zIiw/s320/Mark1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-649925202954654217?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/649925202954654217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=649925202954654217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/649925202954654217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/649925202954654217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/05/royal-doulton-cocker-spaniel.html' title='Royal Doulton Cocker Spaniel'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SgOoW50VLYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-_WprmNLUsk/s72-c/MAIN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2887271342346462335</id><published>2009-04-19T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:06:22.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Hobo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevIpURPHFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LAVCmcZKLGg/s1600-h/Hobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571596436937810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevIpURPHFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LAVCmcZKLGg/s320/Hobo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies, have I got a guy for you. He's cute. He doesn't talk much. Well, at all. So I guarantee him to be a great listener. He moves around quite a bit so he is always up for a new adventure. He is sought after by women all over the world. He comes prepared with an umbrella for a rainy day. He's a simple sort...he can probably fit most of his belongings in a simple knapsack...but ladies...in this day...getting back to basics is a good thing. Who needs a complicated man? His name? Hobo. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevIpm1LuyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zUm4ziTkloM/s1600-h/Hobo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326571601419549474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevIpm1LuyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zUm4ziTkloM/s320/Hobo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And guess what? He was designed in the 1960's by "HAR"; until recently, a very mysterious company best known for their mystical genie and fantastical dragon parures that retail, even in this economy, for thousands of dollars. I recently saw mention that the "HAR" company was registered in the fifties as "HARGO". Hmmm....while that isn't a big mystery solver, it is one more piece of information. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevJGZFGbII/AAAAAAAAAV0/GkNgiTrmzqA/s1600-h/Hobosig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326572095944420482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevJGZFGbII/AAAAAAAAAV0/GkNgiTrmzqA/s320/Hobosig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our highly desirable friend Hobo apparently has some friends of various descript. "HAR" apparently put out a line of Hobo brooches. I was able to find 2 other designs while researching this one and they are pretty cute. Who knows how many other designs were made? Wouldn't it be neat to start a collection? You could collect Hobo's and really have some conversation starters. "Oh hello, so and so. Would you like to see my Hobo collection?" This particular Hobo brooch can be purchased by &lt;a href="mailto:ladyandlibrarian@yahoo.com"&gt;emailing me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;online at my Ruby Lane store&lt;/a&gt; or locally at Antiques Emporium at Cameron Village in Raleigh. Hope everyone is having a good week! Happy jewelling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2887271342346462335?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2887271342346462335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2887271342346462335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2887271342346462335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2887271342346462335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-my-hobo.html' title='Meet My Hobo.....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SevIpURPHFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/LAVCmcZKLGg/s72-c/Hobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4346527969371068507</id><published>2009-04-16T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:39:31.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Flower Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sefpx1C52fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tRsZdpvT-Yo/s1600-h/White+Flower+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482126651021810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sefpx1C52fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tRsZdpvT-Yo/s320/White+Flower+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; As a child, I delighted in every flower that bloomed. I would run all over our yard on a daily basis in the Spring and report each new bloom to my mother. I still love flowers...all varieties. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxtO71cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/EMN8SHXWcLg/s1600-h/Tall+Purple+Flower+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482124553999810" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxtO71cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/EMN8SHXWcLg/s320/Tall+Purple+Flower+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend, we took a trip through the mountains and the beautiful scenery inspired me to photograph flowers. I even found my first caterpillar! I used to love these fuzzy little guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpT6S1LPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/S2OC3JOBFx4/s1600-h/Caerpillar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481612663926002" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpT6S1LPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/S2OC3JOBFx4/s320/Caerpillar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive the short post...but please enjoy the pictures! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpyOsvTcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gmKn25PhZ44/s1600-h/Yellow+Tree+Flower+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482133537377730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpyOsvTcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gmKn25PhZ44/s320/Yellow+Tree+Flower+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpUo1-9bI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ebTrCD73nMY/s1600-h/Daffodil+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481625159398834" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpUo1-9bI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ebTrCD73nMY/s320/Daffodil+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpWILXhbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bA-AfI8dukY/s1600-h/Iris+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481650750457266" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpWILXhbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bA-AfI8dukY/s320/Iris+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpVNvV_DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Fy26t2YXAqw/s1600-h/Dogwood+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481635063659570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpVNvV_DI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Fy26t2YXAqw/s320/Dogwood+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxdaZyFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/NFoWZSGlDWI/s1600-h/Purple+Surprise+Flower+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482120307132498" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxdaZyFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/NFoWZSGlDWI/s320/Purple+Surprise+Flower+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxdaZyFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/NFoWZSGlDWI/s1600-h/Purple+Surprise+Flower+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxoNK0lI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0vj9dV3YMvw/s1600-h/Red+Bud+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325482123204416082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpxoNK0lI/AAAAAAAAAVE/0vj9dV3YMvw/s320/Red+Bud+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpWbIRM1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/PaOGcw7EHkE/s1600-h/Periwinkle+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481655837733714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpWbIRM1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/PaOGcw7EHkE/s320/Periwinkle+Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpWbIRM1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/PaOGcw7EHkE/s1600-h/Periwinkle+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SefpWbIRM1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/PaOGcw7EHkE/s1600-h/Periwinkle+Zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4346527969371068507?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4346527969371068507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4346527969371068507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4346527969371068507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4346527969371068507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-flower-show.html' title='Spring Flower Show'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sefpx1C52fI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tRsZdpvT-Yo/s72-c/White+Flower+Zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2680990989185914049</id><published>2009-04-09T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:15:38.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Beads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65DXVCTUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NUjXO2TYCnA/s1600-h/100_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895277051497794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65DXVCTUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NUjXO2TYCnA/s320/100_4518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65DJnx9vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4LIELhsU6V4/s1600-h/100_5125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895273372022514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65DJnx9vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4LIELhsU6V4/s320/100_5125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65C7puuQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qAmalYKDnxU/s1600-h/100_5122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895269622102274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65C7puuQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qAmalYKDnxU/s320/100_5122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65Crsq7hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qLBPe9vLrPQ/s1600-h/100_5112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895265339469330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65Crsq7hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qLBPe9vLrPQ/s320/100_5112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on somewhat of a "roll" several years ago...haha...get it? Beads are round? They roll? Never mind....it wasn't that funny....anyway....I bought LOTS of beaded necklaces. Single strands, double strands, triple strands, etc...I recently went thru my horde and decided I just didn't need that many strands of beads. A woman must be able to MOVE after all! Women have, for eons, adorned themselves with beads, so it should come as no surprise that beads are still worn today. I tend to be drawn to funkier styles, and for some reason cannot stay away from glass. I also love finding matching sets. I have included several pictures of some beads I recently added to our booth at Emporium or Ruby Lane. The pink and green necklace is utterly amazing...3 strands of plastic beads with a ginormous green glass clasp. The white beads are made by "Laguna" and have matching earrings, while the navy moonglows found their matching earrings later in life. I hope you all find some beads to adorn your outfits with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2680990989185914049?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2680990989185914049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2680990989185914049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2680990989185914049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2680990989185914049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/fabulous-beads.html' title='Fabulous Beads!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sd65DXVCTUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/NUjXO2TYCnA/s72-c/100_4518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6565305044401425326</id><published>2009-04-05T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:38:09.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzuqdwlI/AAAAAAAAATs/sCkdEeBjjpA/s1600-h/100_5056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzeF5wMI/AAAAAAAAATk/FmwR0IAKutc/s1600-h/100_5045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzfrMm8I/AAAAAAAAATc/IcXxjtiqZ0o/s1600-h/100_5053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321400768111877058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzfrMm8I/AAAAAAAAATc/IcXxjtiqZ0o/s320/100_5053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzCZ9sSI/AAAAAAAAATU/CiQTwe0Sm80/s1600-h/100_5059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321400760254968098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzCZ9sSI/AAAAAAAAATU/CiQTwe0Sm80/s320/100_5059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sdlo1dp0vdI/AAAAAAAAATM/YnJ66JCDdw0/s1600-h/100_5046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321399702417358290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sdlo1dp0vdI/AAAAAAAAATM/YnJ66JCDdw0/s320/100_5046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sdlo1BHvGtI/AAAAAAAAATE/ElK8dEK141g/s1600-h/100_5060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321399694758189778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sdlo1BHvGtI/AAAAAAAAATE/ElK8dEK141g/s320/100_5060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sdlo09Ki8LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mAZnJEdsVeA/s1600-h/100_5055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321399693696233650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sdlo09Ki8LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mAZnJEdsVeA/s320/100_5055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darby and I moved our booth to Antiques Emporium at Cameron Village back in February and we are very pleased with our sales thus far. After running lots of numbers and having lots of conversations we realized that, at our old location, I was doing the equivalent of what we call "schlepping loans" in the banking world. It is NOT a desirable position to be in. As a banker, you do not want to "schlepp loans". It means "churning". And churning can be good in many situations, but this type of churning is bad. It is the churning of undesirables. And while some dealers like to "churn", I was completely worn out. I was drained. Not just physically drained, but emotionally. Something that used to bring me joy had become a drain on my life. Churning and I just don't mix. Several dealer friends made sure I was aware that sales were much slower at our new location. I admit, I was a little scared about that. I was used to quick turnover and the thrill of the sale. But a tiny voice kept urging me forward. After a rather devastating theft to the tune of $4000.00 at our old location (ummm...yeah...someone just walked in, picked up a case, broke into it, casually selected their pick of fine gold and gemstone jewels, filled their grubby pockets up and walked on out) I listened to that tiny voice and signed a contract. Three months later, I am finding pleasure in arranging my jewelry displays again. Why? Because I am able to take time and select high quality merchandise that I find appealing rather than grab what I can find at cheap, cheap prices whether I like it or not. And you know what? The funniest thing has occurred. My sales, dollar-wise are greater...and I am selling FAR fewer items. For example. On any given month at my old location, I sold, on average, 50-60 items per month. This past month at Emporium I sold less than 20 items. Whoa, there doggie...slow down! But, JOY OH JOY! I can breathe again! I can enjoy what I do! This slower pace produces the same results with nowhere near the amount of stress! YES! Finally! A match! Dare I hope! Dare I dream! Could it be? That tiny voice is quivering with excitement, totally repressed...rather like a cocooned butterfly. My little wings are just all aflutter this evening as I type. Plus, the clients I have met seem very interested in developing a relationship with a knowledgeable dealer. I was in the other day and met the cutest lady who collected "Miriam Haskell." I about fell out. She was only too happy to take 2 lovely pieces off my hands...including the hand painted bone bracelet I pictured 2 posts previously! I also met a lady a few weeks ago who was looking for just the right touch for her evening gown for a benefit that evening. I had a fabulous 1950's "Regency" converted fur clip. She was thrilled to pieces, and I guarantee no one else had one on. These are the interactions I have been craving. I am pleased thus far, and really hope things continue to go well. The slower pace also works well with a baby. Excuse the rambling...this is supposed to be a journal after all...every now and then I may just have to do a "real" journal entry. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6565305044401425326?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6565305044401425326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6565305044401425326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6565305044401425326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6565305044401425326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SdlpzfrMm8I/AAAAAAAAATc/IcXxjtiqZ0o/s72-c/100_5053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6423325415585926611</id><published>2009-03-29T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:28:23.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Hits The Beach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_wpAzJeXI/AAAAAAAAASc/s1HRYRsTcMY/s1600-h/Beach8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318734272327678322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_wpAzJeXI/AAAAAAAAASc/s1HRYRsTcMY/s320/Beach8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally took Cameron to the beach a few weeks ago! We have a family tradition of gathering at my Dad's place for the ACC Basketball tournament each year to pull for the Tarheels. It is a very good thing that the whole family is a Tarheel fan. I cannot even begin to IMAGINE the drama if we had a State fan in the immediate family...much less a Dookie. I mean REALLY. A family has STANDARDS. (this is beginning to sound like an old fashioned Southern genteel drama...) Anyway, the weather at the beach, unfortunately, was a little gloomy and very windy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-Fu4-2I/AAAAAAAAARM/mMKUKXMntu0/s1600-h/Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732435405994850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-Fu4-2I/AAAAAAAAARM/mMKUKXMntu0/s320/Beach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babies are funny in the wind. Cameron's eyes get wide and he gulps over and over like a fish out of water. I imagine he is filling his lungs with all that fresh air...in this case, wonderful salty, sea air. I wonder what he thought when he first smelled the sea air? Maybe..."Ummmm....Fresh Clams!" or "Ummmm....Fresh Shrimp!" Ok, well, that's what I thought, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-mz8miI/AAAAAAAAARc/-PuUEb6GdCM/s1600-h/Beach3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732444285573666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-mz8miI/AAAAAAAAARc/-PuUEb6GdCM/s320/Beach3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but I just know he was thinking something! Imagine, for a minute, being a baby. Every single experience is brand new. What an exciting world for a baby! You get in the car in Raleigh and drive for 3.5 hours and when you get out boom! The air smells different. Why, you wonder? We bundled Cameron up and took him down on the sand. He seemed to be excited...or maybe Darby &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-SqPdrI/AAAAAAAAARU/eFbIl5VLsqg/s1600-h/Beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732438876157618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-SqPdrI/AAAAAAAAARU/eFbIl5VLsqg/s320/Beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_vav_9UHI/AAAAAAAAASM/HuYj6_bgBs0/s1600-h/Beach9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732927788208242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_vav_9UHI/AAAAAAAAASM/HuYj6_bgBs0/s320/Beach9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and I were just excited enough for all of us. We sat him down on a blankie and the first thing he did was reach out, grab a handful of sand and let a squeal of delight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-iu8FDI/AAAAAAAAARk/FsLd5mp2aDc/s1600-h/Beach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732443190826034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_u-iu8FDI/AAAAAAAAARk/FsLd5mp2aDc/s320/Beach4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_vZ0PbbHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4PKDe5aUvkw/s1600-h/Beach7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732911746968690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_vZ0PbbHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4PKDe5aUvkw/s320/Beach7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HE LOVED IT!!!!! YAY!!!!! I was SO happy! The beach is such a special place for me and Darby and for my family, and I SO want Cameron to grow up there as much as possible. (Aren't I a great mother? My goal in life is to raise a beach bum....) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_va8q5OnI/AAAAAAAAASU/4S1P8nUePx4/s1600-h/Beach10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732931189521010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_va8q5OnI/AAAAAAAAASU/4S1P8nUePx4/s320/Beach10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I just want Cameron to be happy...whatever that means. If it happens to include sitting on the beach with Mommy and Daddy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_zKsTcRWI/AAAAAAAAASk/dOeMr_u84qM/s1600-h/Beach5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318737049964791138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_zKsTcRWI/AAAAAAAAASk/dOeMr_u84qM/s320/Beach5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;watching the waves roll in or looking for shells, or watching the porpoise jump in the tide or walking up to the pier for a hot dog or catching fiddler crabs or making frog houses or building a sand castle and then watching it get knocked down...well, then that will be wonderful.But above all else, may he be happy. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_vZn93icI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7CT4qToAjv0/s1600-h/Beach6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318732908452088258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_vZn93icI/AAAAAAAAAR0/7CT4qToAjv0/s320/Beach6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6423325415585926611?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6423325415585926611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6423325415585926611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6423325415585926611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6423325415585926611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-finally-took-cameron-to-beach-few.html' title='Cameron Hits The Beach!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/Sc_wpAzJeXI/AAAAAAAAASc/s1HRYRsTcMY/s72-c/Beach8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4146014780586549493</id><published>2009-03-10T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:32:07.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baubles, Bracelets and Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping up with a blog is rewarding..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but difficult with a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYMsH-s3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/3xNpclq2tDA/s1600-h/CamEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670523044737906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYMsH-s3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/3xNpclq2tDA/s320/CamEyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am finding it increasingly difficult to do more than one entry per week, mainly due to the fact that Cameron likes to be held...constantly. I am totally OK with this, don't get me wrong, but that is why the blog is suffering a tad. This week, I am wrapping 3 entries into one...aren't I efficient? I recently added a beautiful pin and earring set &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYMt6JfXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2J3gsLJq76c/s1600-h/Sandor+Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670523523595634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYMt6JfXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2J3gsLJq76c/s320/Sandor+Set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the company &lt;strong&gt;"Sandor"&lt;/strong&gt; to my booth at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Antiques Emporium".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes. I suppose I should also mention that the &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lady and the Librarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has relocated their merchandise to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antiques Emporium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cameron Village&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Raleigh. We are so very excited about our move and hope you will come visit us! But I digress.....&lt;strong&gt;"Sandor"&lt;/strong&gt; was founded in 1938 by Sandor Goldberger and went out of business in 1972. Their jewelry is considered highly collectible, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWOZ4eKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tv0fcZodiUA/s1600-h/Sandor+Pin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669587353827490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWOZ4eKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tv0fcZodiUA/s320/Sandor+Pin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with simple enamel and rhinestone earrings fetching over $50.oo and enameled flower pins going for well over $100.00!!! That is QUITE an accomplishment for an enameled flower pin, let me tell you! I daresay this set would be a fabulous addition to anyone's wardrobe or collection. Please let me know if you would like to add it to yours! I try to select jewelry that is elegant yet a tad funky...but always classy enough to remain in style through the decades. To me, jewelry isn't worth purchasing if it will not retain its value and appeal. Up next is a wonderful bracelet&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWksNxzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fhiJpzk8cYQ/s1600-h/Bracelet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669593336301362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWksNxzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fhiJpzk8cYQ/s320/Bracelet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also just added to the Emporium. It features several lovely handpainted scenes on bone. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWflsrEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iXV-kMINcOo/s1600-h/Bracelet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669591966788674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWflsrEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iXV-kMINcOo/s320/Bracelet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see these bracelets from time to time, and it is hard to find the paintings in good condition. I am pleased to report this one is in excellent shape! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWrEOfcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1wTo_0Kt4fM/s1600-h/Bracelet3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311669595047624130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbXWrEOfcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1wTo_0Kt4fM/s320/Bracelet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Likely 1940's. I just love handpainted pieces; each one is different and they make fascintating collections! I tend to gawk and goggle at handpainted jewelry so my inventory reflects that; probably because my painting efforts never progressed past "Paint by Numbers". Yesterday we had one of the most gorgeous days Raleigh has had in quite some time. I took Cameron outside and took tons of photos. I wanted to share just a few of my favorites...and to show off, of course! Cameron is such a fun baby; and a GOOD baby. I feel so blessed. Every time he grins my heart just melts. He had the best time sitting on his blankie outdoors. He tried to eat some leaves (I had to take them away but did get a quick photo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYNF4PS6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/O4QRNuvcnVQ/s1600-h/CamLeaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670529958038434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYNF4PS6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/O4QRNuvcnVQ/s320/CamLeaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he got a great photo with his favorite friend Kearney Boo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYM7WpbWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/LJ-AR5UJVxc/s1600-h/CamKearn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670527132790114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYM7WpbWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/LJ-AR5UJVxc/s320/CamKearn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he stared contemplatively at the sky (these are my favorites)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYaNO3_2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OXR34g_tVvg/s1600-h/CamSky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670755270328162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYaNO3_2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OXR34g_tVvg/s320/CamSky1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYaBWD_aI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9IJk6QFtYBc/s1600-h/CamSky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670752079248802" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYaBWD_aI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9IJk6QFtYBc/s320/CamSky2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and he made a very silly face for the camera! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYNf0zw2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/0qVBNC8xY2Y/s1600-h/CamMouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670536922973026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYNf0zw2I/AAAAAAAAAQs/0qVBNC8xY2Y/s320/CamMouth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is sitting up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYiR1MlPI/AAAAAAAAARE/yE1J6YuLPmI/s1600-h/CamSitUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311670893943756018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYiR1MlPI/AAAAAAAAARE/yE1J6YuLPmI/s320/CamSitUp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4146014780586549493?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4146014780586549493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4146014780586549493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4146014780586549493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4146014780586549493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/baubles-braclets-and-babies.html' title='Baubles, Bracelets and Babies!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SbbYMsH-s3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/3xNpclq2tDA/s72-c/CamEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-862445756917282549</id><published>2009-02-24T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:40:39.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whooooo Won the Owl Necklace????</title><content type='html'>That would be me! I feel like the biggest cheese-ball on any one of a million gameshows: picture me jumping up and down screaming "I HAVE NEVER WON ANYTHING BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!" That's the picture! I recently discovered a wonderful blog called &lt;a href="http://littlefragmentstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Little Fragments"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Becky Caldwell. I am thoroughly enjoying reading her posts and am pleased to announce that I won a giveaway! Becky invited readers to leave a comment and let her know which piece of jewelry they would want and why. I chose the owl necklace because my husband, Darby, is a librarian and we sort-of have a thing for owls. Owls are often associated with "being wise", and after all, what better place to "wisen up" than the library! The necklace arrived in this wonderful box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQE_8-fI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1cIDgUOgcaw/s1600-h/Owl+Neck1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464393704045042" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQE_8-fI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1cIDgUOgcaw/s320/Owl+Neck1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am SO impressed by the creativity and time that went into making the box! I had to share with you guys! What an excellent idea to really set your business apart. I eagerly opened the box and pulled out my treasure: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQW1tcGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/s5xp729Lkkw/s1600-h/Owl+Neck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464398492921954" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQW1tcGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/s5xp729Lkkw/s320/Owl+Neck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. Becky's attention to detail is evident in this little work of art...observe how the beads mimic the owls' eyes! And the teeny tiny owl attached at the clasp has won my heart...so cute! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQRmqsYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jxz_6Siy0JM/s1600-h/Owl+NEck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306464397087650178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQRmqsYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jxz_6Siy0JM/s320/Owl+NEck3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becky also sells her fabulous creations at her website: &lt;a href="http://www.littlefragmentstudio.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Fragment Studio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Her work is inspired and so much fun. I ecourage you to check out her blog and website - you won't be disappointed! Thank you, Becky, for having your giveaway and for the wonderful owl necklace! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-862445756917282549?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/862445756917282549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=862445756917282549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/862445756917282549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/862445756917282549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/02/whooooo-won-owl-necklace.html' title='Whooooo Won the Owl Necklace????'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SaRZQE_8-fI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1cIDgUOgcaw/s72-c/Owl+Neck1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3100065302485542959</id><published>2009-02-17T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:41:38.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Risque Purse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsDErzBrtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/z-DgQFQCeZk/s1600-h/nudepurse6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303836365169995474" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsDErzBrtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/z-DgQFQCeZk/s320/nudepurse6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I would like to share some photos of a recent purchase. I bought this little bag because I had never seen a purse that featured, well, naked women. !?!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsCzjvsyOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CZSTtsMbfmw/s1600-h/nude+purse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303836070950783202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsCzjvsyOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CZSTtsMbfmw/s320/nude+purse3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To be honest, I was a little stunned when I found it. True, they are only unclothed from the waist up, but STILL. And what is the deal with the fully clothed man with the vase and pipe? Is that a hookah? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsCzy5Iu4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/k2W0F2IxMEk/s1600-h/nude+purse4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303836075016895362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsCzy5Iu4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/k2W0F2IxMEk/s320/nude+purse4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And why the blue birds? It got me thinking: would I have bought this bag and carried it around? What is the story behind this bag? The label on the interior of this bag reads "Asfar &amp;amp; Sarkis Finest Brocades in the World Damascus (Syria)." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsCxDLqX0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/fhoJeFQnlqM/s1600-h/nude+purse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303836027849957186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsCxDLqX0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/fhoJeFQnlqM/s320/nude+purse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am a member of the &lt;a href="http://www.antiquepursesociety.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Antique Purse Collector's Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and posted a question on their bulletin board trying to gain some information on this maker. Several people requested pictures, so I decided to do a blog post. If any of you all are purse collectors, I encourage you to visit the website and request more information. It is incredibly informative and helpful and full of friendly members...several of whom have written books on purses! Enjoy, and let me know if you have any info!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsC0NE0piI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PPLDzROSy_0/s1600-h/nudepurse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303836082045232674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsC0NE0piI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PPLDzROSy_0/s320/nudepurse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3100065302485542959?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3100065302485542959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3100065302485542959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3100065302485542959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3100065302485542959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/02/risque-purse.html' title='Risque Purse...'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SZsDErzBrtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/z-DgQFQCeZk/s72-c/nudepurse6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4916732522372832978</id><published>2009-02-06T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:49:25.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facebook Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SYxLsoJhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AZCE6XJgKws/s1600-h/LauraCamTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299694091571915826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SYxLsoJhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AZCE6XJgKws/s320/LauraCamTree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Over the years, my little sister has made it a point to keep her geeky, older sister up to date with the latest in technology, music, etc...She was the one who dragged me to the mall to get a cell phone. She was the one who told me in no uncertain terms that I needed to have my "bushy" eyebrows waxed. She was the one who was overjoyed when I bought Ralph Lauren sunglasses and got rid of my Target glasses. (I promptly lost them and am back to Target sunglasses). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started bugging me about a year ago to join Facebook. I refused. To me, it was just another way to throw personal information out on the internet and I really didn't see the point. Then she told me about something called your "Top 10 Friends List" and my refusal was solidified. &lt;em&gt;Excuse me? We are over 12 years of age and still have a "Top 10 Friends" list? Why not just regress further and say My Best Friend, My 2nd Best Friend, My 3rd Best Friend and so on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to about 3.5 months post partum. I am home alone with the baby. My conversations consist of me giving Cameron a running narrative of what I am doing. "Mommy is fixing your baba (bottle)", "Mommy is going to change your diapee (diaper)", "Can you play in your crib so Mommy can take a shower?" and so on and so forth. My reward is usually a beautiful smile from Cameron or some happy babble, but secretly I YEARNED to talk to an adult and be reassured that there was life outside my den. That I could still hold an intelligent conversation. That I was, in some way, interacting with people. So I set up an account on Facebook. I caved. I caved BIG TIME. Within 24 hours I had over 25 friends. &lt;em&gt;WHAT!?!?!?!?!&lt;/em&gt; Soon I was updating my status and commenting on other people's status'. I was addicted. They call the type of phone I have (a Blackberry) a "Crackberry" and with good reason. I recently saw someone refer to "Facebook" as "Crackbook" and I must agree. It has been so nice to find all my old friends. I recently began finding my Tri Delta Sorority sisters from Georgia! I even learned what a "Dorota" is. (can you tell I don't watch much TV?) How fun to catch up on everyone's lives thru their photos and posts. While the conversation is limited, I no longer feel quite so isolated. And hey, I even updated my status while I was in the drive thru at Chick Fil A (via my Crackberry of course) with the comment that I was obsessed with Chick Fil A sauce and got several comments and messages about it. (if you have not tried their new sauce I highly recommend you do). So, I now "get" Facebook. My baby sister would be impressed. And no, I do not and will not have a "Top 10 Friends" list. To regress and quote my 12 year old self on having such a list: "WHATEVER!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4916732522372832978?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4916732522372832978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4916732522372832978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4916732522372832978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4916732522372832978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-thing.html' title='The Facebook Thing'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SYxLsoJhbDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/AZCE6XJgKws/s72-c/LauraCamTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3690772650618623990</id><published>2009-01-11T23:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:22:27.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Hunting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, not in the traditional sense...BUT! I am so excited! Darby's father lives in Florida and has not met Cameron yet. So we are headed out in the morning to make the journey. The dates of our trip just so happen to coincide with Renningers Antique Market. And Darby's dad just so happens to live within an hour of where this antique event is to be held. Wow...we get to see his father AND spend 2 days at what is supposed to be a FABULOUS event! Hopefully many treasures will be found...we also plan to "pick" our way down to Florida...so here we come South Carolina and Georgia! WOOHOO! I will update when we return! Have a fabulous week! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3690772650618623990?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3690772650618623990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3690772650618623990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3690772650618623990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3690772650618623990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-hunting.html' title='Going Hunting!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5014291943089885156</id><published>2009-01-09T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:26:09.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFPYrITI/AAAAAAAAANU/RmWtlRZGZRI/s1600-h/OUTSIDE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289452563608576306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFPYrITI/AAAAAAAAANU/RmWtlRZGZRI/s320/OUTSIDE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few days ago, we experienced some wonderful weather. The temperature was on the cooler side, and it was partly sunny. Every now and then some dark clouds would threaten and the wind would kick up, and, you guessed it, I got inspired. So rather than attempt to write poetry, I grabbed my camera, Cameron and the bumbo baby sitter and headed outside for some shots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron recently began mastering the art of grasping objects,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpOC4I4MI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HqWC1F04qdM/s1600-h/OUTSIDE6.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289452714869711042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpOC4I4MI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HqWC1F04qdM/s320/OUTSIDE6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this weather-worn brown leaf presented a fine opportunity for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him to begin to experience mother nature.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpF_a6IMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XtGoyrIolAE/s1600-h/oUTSIDE5.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289452576502849730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpF_a6IMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/XtGoyrIolAE/s320/oUTSIDE5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I caught one of him stretching and it makes me think: wouldn't we&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all be a bit better off if we just &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFtSDwnI/AAAAAAAAANs/JGNVQzAEIIo/s1600-h/oUTSIDE4.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289452571633894002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFtSDwnI/AAAAAAAAANs/JGNVQzAEIIo/s320/oUTSIDE4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sat in our front yards and in a big blue foam chair and stretched? (ok...so that presents quite a mental picture, but hey...in theory....). I really love this close up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFoUFnoI/AAAAAAAAANk/6vR51Gr3x54/s1600-h/oUTSIDE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289452570300227202" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFoUFnoI/AAAAAAAAANk/6vR51Gr3x54/s320/oUTSIDE3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what blue eyes!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No clue where they came from!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you all are having a wonderful January thus far.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5014291943089885156?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5014291943089885156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5014291943089885156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5014291943089885156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5014291943089885156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/01/outdoor-fun.html' title='Outdoor Fun'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWfpFPYrITI/AAAAAAAAANU/RmWtlRZGZRI/s72-c/OUTSIDE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7600345657039590427</id><published>2009-01-05T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:49:46.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies In My Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWLSuCrI75I/AAAAAAAAANE/xANAzYoRsdg/s1600-h/Rabbit+Window2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020600920010642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWLSuCrI75I/AAAAAAAAANE/xANAzYoRsdg/s320/Rabbit+Window2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy New Year! (albeit a little late...). Many of you know how much I love rabbits. It all started when I was a little girl and asked the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and anyone else who would listen for a "REAL LIVE BUNNY WITH FLOPPY EARS AND SOFT FUR" every single year. As you can imagine, I never got my real live bunny. Fast forward about 15 years to a rinky dink pet shop in Athens, Georgia...home of my fabulous DAWGS. My then-boyfriend and I went to buy his fish some food, and lo and behold, in the back of the pet store there was a kennel with cute, furry lop-eared baby bunnies. I was capitavated. The owner informed me that one of them was a "runt" and was about to become snake food. Well, you guessed it. I whipped out my VISA card and wouldn't you know it, my Daddy bought me a bunny after all. My little ball of fluff came to be known as "Cassie Bunny". His given name was Casmir (prounounced Cashmere). OH, how I loved that rabbit. I had him neutered (lessens aggression supposedly), I walked him with a harness and leash (or would that be "hopped" him???), I created a runway for him in the hall so he could frolic, I took him to grocery in my purse and bought him fresh brussel sprouts and even got him to hop out of a basket one Easter morning. Unfotunately, he died when he was 5, which is a pretty good lifespan for a bunny in captivity. I have adored bunnies ever since. I have lots of bunnies in my house and wanted to share a few of my bunnies with you all...enjoy! PS: The cute red owl was a gift from my friend &lt;a href="http://www.tinselandtreasure.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacey.&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Stacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020604404659186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWLSuPp8c_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/18VCv9_5y_c/s320/Rabbit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288020596543263970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWLStyXpFOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Uz7dTEt4-A/s320/Plant+rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022802199270578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWLUuLFA1LI/AAAAAAAAANM/4FDVX0BukYI/s320/Rabbit+window1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7600345657039590427?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7600345657039590427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7600345657039590427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7600345657039590427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7600345657039590427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2009/01/bunnies-in-my-kitchen.html' title='Bunnies In My Kitchen'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SWLSuCrI75I/AAAAAAAAANE/xANAzYoRsdg/s72-c/Rabbit+Window2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-4037626409644216242</id><published>2008-12-23T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:17:50.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Orcutt's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SVG3mM4WrHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cP0iiRhWjU8/s1600-h/Christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283205704802806898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SVG3mM4WrHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cP0iiRhWjU8/s320/Christmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; I have always found joy and comfort in certain song lyrics. Today, I would like to share some lyrics with you all that are especially wonderful...especially when sung by Elvis...I highly recommend his Christmas album. We hope you and your family are safe, warm and happy. Take a few extra minutes to stand together with your tree all aglow. Listen to the silence. Embrace each other, and give thanks. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"On a Snowy Christmas Night" (Stanley J. Gelber)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight prayers so softly whispered&lt;br /&gt;In a cathedral's candlelight&lt;br /&gt;Bring the message of the Holidays&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;Holly wreaths and hidden mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Symbols of the season's might&lt;br /&gt;Joyful faces everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks for all you've been blessed with&lt;br /&gt;And hold your loved ones tight&lt;br /&gt;For you know the Lord's been good to you&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature wears a bridal gown&lt;br /&gt;For the world is dressed in white&lt;br /&gt;There's a silent glow that fills the earth&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks for all you've been blessed with&lt;br /&gt;And hold your loved one's tight&lt;br /&gt;For you know the Lord's been good you&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;For you know the Lord's been good to you&lt;br /&gt;On a snowy Christmas night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-4037626409644216242?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/4037626409644216242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=4037626409644216242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4037626409644216242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/4037626409644216242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-from-orcutts_23.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Orcutt&apos;s!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SVG3mM4WrHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cP0iiRhWjU8/s72-c/Christmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8477960880878589431</id><published>2008-12-15T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:04:07.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron's First Antique Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawaYwn_QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/G3nINQAsJpA/s1600-h/Trip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101580507970818" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawaYwn_QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/G3nINQAsJpA/s320/Trip5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We antiqued our way "North" on Thursday, Friday and then back home on Saturday. Cameron had the "smooth ride" thru all the malls and venues we visited...either pushed by a happy Daddy or by yours truly. Note he is asleep...I guess antiques aren't overly fascinating at 11 weeks! We had a delightful time and found many treasures! My haul includes several gorgeous cut glass necklaces from the 40's, bakelite buttons on their original cards, lots and lots of miscellaneous buttons (I am on a button kick right now...), a truly amazing pink crystal Crown Trifari brooch that I will just have to keep, porcelain figurines, and various and sundry other items. Darby scored several old books including a beautiful leather-bound edition, as well as a metal book rack from the early 20th Century. We even ran into Elvis himself Friday night at a downtown celebration and listened to him sing several Christmas songs. He even "thanked us...thanked us very much" before we left! We were a tad nervous about having Cameron, but he did great, and we now feel that our Florida trip is going to be "do-able." I snapped a few photos to share of some vignettes I found pleasing in different places, including a very silly one of me trying on a wonderful vintage hat with the greatest&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;feather plume. I had to have it, even&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;though orange isn't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawmnZJgwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2415_eL9v7k/s1600-h/Laura+Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101790594466562" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawmnZJgwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2415_eL9v7k/s320/Laura+Hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favorite color...the feathers spoke to me. So, this funky little find is now awaiting tagging in my inventory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawaICDNGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jkSEcTlDoLk/s1600-h/Trip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101576017654882" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawaICDNGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/jkSEcTlDoLk/s320/Trip4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawZhPjabI/AAAAAAAAALw/k8wSACFVT8I/s1600-h/Trip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101565605308850" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawZhPjabI/AAAAAAAAALw/k8wSACFVT8I/s320/Trip3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawZV9JcdI/AAAAAAAAALo/bzhHPllSPkk/s1600-h/Trip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101562575319506" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawZV9JcdI/AAAAAAAAALo/bzhHPllSPkk/s320/Trip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawZJ-VnjI/AAAAAAAAALg/GkMMlx8iOq0/s1600-h/Trip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101559359086130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawZJ-VnjI/AAAAAAAAALg/GkMMlx8iOq0/s320/Trip1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of our trip, Cameron (our greatest treasure ever) was oh so very happy to get back to Raleigh and try out his "Bumbo Baby Sitter" chair...it is pretty cool; a blue soft plastic foamy thing...he felt like a big boy sitting all by himself! (and isn't his Santa onesie CUTE?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawm4qO4JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qcVHnh-egwM/s1600-h/Cam+Bumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280101795229524114" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawm4qO4JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qcVHnh-egwM/s320/Cam+Bumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8477960880878589431?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8477960880878589431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8477960880878589431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8477960880878589431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8477960880878589431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/12/camerons-first-antique-trip.html' title='Cameron&apos;s First Antique Trip!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SUawaYwn_QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/G3nINQAsJpA/s72-c/Trip5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5570356796901577060</id><published>2008-12-09T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:30:52.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Far, Far Away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/ST8149T7QXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LfxrV1j0JaY/s1600-h/Girl+card+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277996540948595058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/ST8149T7QXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LfxrV1j0JaY/s320/Girl+card+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I ran across this card a few days ago and immediately wanted to jump into the image. I have always loved being near bodies of water; especially the ocean. This girl looks dreamy and peaceful; her hair is blowing in the wind and she is dressed the way I try to: comfortable yet dressy and always with a piece of jewelry! I yearn to be standing on a dock or pier and feel the salty air swirling around me. When I was younger my friends used to get a kick out of my saying that feeling the wind blow made me want to write poetry. Though my inner poet has been silent for a while now, I still love a windy day; especially on the coast. Life seems to slow down and problems seem easier to tackle. I have been having a hard time this month, so this image reminded me that the beach is only 3 hours down the road...always there, eternal, soothing and constant ebb and flow. If you look carefully, you can find treasures anywhere: the shifting reflection of the moon on the water; a sand piper's footprints in the sand, the shrimp boats cruising by on the horizon, porpoise jumping in joy, a broken sand dollar piece that makes you want to keep hunting for a whole one, and the tangy, salty air on your skin as you sit on the beach with a good book (or, in the case of our girl in the card, a sandwich!), a cold beverage and a friendly companion. And if I get there anytime soon, bring out the Jimmy Buffet, send me straight to Margaritaville - cause baby, my flip flops have blown out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5570356796901577060?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5570356796901577060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5570356796901577060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5570356796901577060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5570356796901577060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/12/far-far-away.html' title='Far, Far Away.....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/ST8149T7QXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LfxrV1j0JaY/s72-c/Girl+card+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-944228820907382277</id><published>2008-12-03T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:43:16.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weiss"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STcwuVAUzlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QTge-AJSg0o/s1600-h/Weiss+Necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275739060958449234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STcwuVAUzlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QTge-AJSg0o/s320/Weiss+Necklace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most jewelry connoisseurs have at least seen the famous &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Weiss"&lt;/span&gt; signature; and most will own at least one piece. After all, it only takes one time wearing one of their truly amazing rhinestone pieces and preening at the compliments you will receive to become a devotee. The &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Weiss"&lt;/span&gt; company was founded in 1942 by Albert Weiss and ceased operations in 1971. The company is well known for their use of high quality Austrian rhinestones, ensuring the best flash and sparkle. I see a fair amount of of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Weiss"&lt;/span&gt; jewelry on the secondary market, but only a few pieces that I consider outstanding enough or in good enough condition to add to my collection. Don't get me wrong; most of what I pass up are fabulous jewelry designs, but I like dramatic and unusual pieces. For example, I would rather have a brooch with lots of different colored stones than a necklace made of clear rhinestones. I consider &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Weiss"&lt;/span&gt; jewelry a must-have for any jewelry collection. The designs are elegant and can still be worn with today's fashions. The necklace and bracelet set pictured at the top is housed in my "favorites cabinet" (see my post from 8/12/08). I would love to find the matching earrings and brooch! The multi-colored square brooch pictured here looks GREAT on a turtleneck. The bracelet is an unusual color and the emerald green brooch with clear rhinestones has so much sparkle I couldn't NOT buy it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275739068559923842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STcwuxUqGoI/AAAAAAAAALI/AF1gnnIWblo/s320/weiss+pins2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The red earrings with the inset clear rhinestones were manufactured in several different colors, as well as in a neutral base with mult-color rhinstones and are considered highly collectible. These are also extremely difficult to find with the stones in good condition. The green stone earrings also come in a variety of colors; in fact, I sold a pair of these in another color just last month in my Gresham Lake Antique Mall booth. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275739058627258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STcwuMUhqYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Oe7jDDLTC1E/s320/weiss+er.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The yellow flower pin was part of a series of flowers the company did and many collectors endeavor to collect all the different designs. (how fun would that be...and what a beautiful display it would make!) The blue and green pin is one of my favorites...it absolutely POPS when worn. Incredible fire and flash! I call designs like this "snowflake pins" because of the shape. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275739066837674354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STcwuq6CqXI/AAAAAAAAALA/GfLcqF_Bm-c/s320/Weiss+Pins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season so far...stay warm and happy...and remember to add a big, sparkly rhinestone brooch to your turtle neck or coat lapel or purse...or hang it on a necklace like my friends over at &lt;a href="http://www.suzannasantiques.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SuzAnna's Antiques&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;have started doing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-944228820907382277?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/944228820907382277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=944228820907382277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/944228820907382277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/944228820907382277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/12/weiss.html' title='&quot;Weiss&quot;'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STcwuVAUzlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QTge-AJSg0o/s72-c/Weiss+Necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1674165974469297169</id><published>2008-11-30T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:07:49.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkling Treasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaY1z9dhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LPkS2T4Acsk/s1600-h/Trunk+Show3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274518233901004306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaY1z9dhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LPkS2T4Acsk/s320/Trunk+Show3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday I helped my friend Stacey (proprietress of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinselandtreasure.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flotsam &amp;amp; Jetsom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;) do a "Vintage Tidbits" trunk show at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beadfreak.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ornamentea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (a fab crafts store in Raleigh). We got there around 8AM to set up and were ready for business by 9AM. I must tell you I am surprised I made it. I hadn't slept more than 5 hours a night for the past 3 nights and I was dead on my feet. BUT, good ol' adrenaline kicked in at the last minute and all was well. We featured lots of vintage and antique "stuff". Don't we all just love STUFF! Buttons, beads, jewels, tokens, charms, trims and more...it was a verifiable treasure trove for crafters and collectors alike! I took a few pics and posted here to show off the stuff. Hope everyone is well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaZLxN4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/U4FPz7YsYSM/s1600-h/Trunk+Show5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274518239795077522" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaZLxN4ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/U4FPz7YsYSM/s320/Trunk+Show5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaYGR_JeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ecvgGLsqDtQ/s1600-h/Trunk+Show2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274518221142042082" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaYGR_JeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ecvgGLsqDtQ/s320/Trunk+Show2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaY566CfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZSrgu-0M43M/s1600-h/Trunk+Show4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274518235003881970" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaY566CfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZSrgu-0M43M/s320/Trunk+Show4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaYomn7zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3q4M5ksCeJU/s1600-h/Trunk+Show1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274518230355406642" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaYomn7zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3q4M5ksCeJU/s320/Trunk+Show1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1674165974469297169?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1674165974469297169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1674165974469297169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1674165974469297169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1674165974469297169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/11/sparkling-treasures.html' title='Sparkling Treasures'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/STLaY1z9dhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LPkS2T4Acsk/s72-c/Trunk+Show3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6567989487678852852</id><published>2008-11-25T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:14:37.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Haven't Posted Recently.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SSxANzEXbEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/d5J9W7L0wFw/s1600-h/Screaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272659869535005762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SSxANzEXbEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/d5J9W7L0wFw/s320/Screaming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try to do a new mini series post tomorrow. My wonderful aunt is coming to take care of screamer, er, Cameron tomorrow so I should have some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAVE A PEACEFUL AND HAPPY DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6567989487678852852?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6567989487678852852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6567989487678852852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6567989487678852852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6567989487678852852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-havent-posted-recently.html' title='Why I Haven&apos;t Posted Recently.....'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SSxANzEXbEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/d5J9W7L0wFw/s72-c/Screaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6064273154865108583</id><published>2008-11-12T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:59:58.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Original by Robert"</title><content type='html'>I have been planning to do some "mini series" posts on vintage costume jewelry designers. I will be focusing on those designers that are highly sought after as well as a few I think are undervalued in todays market. (read: a good idea to buy and put away for a few years...). For those readers who are unfamiliar with the collectible jewelry market, designer signatures are usually found stamped onto the back of a piece of jewelry or on the clasp. Go dig thru your jewelry box and see if you find some! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start us off, I have selected jewelry with the signature: "Original by Robert." Though more than one signature exists for this company, "Original by Robert" is by far the one you will likely encounter in the marketplace. This signature was used from 1942 thru 1979. Over the past 10 years, I have seen fewer and fewer pieces of this jewelry out in market for sale. Their whimsical enamels are some of the most fun to collect as the variety is boundless. They also have items similar to the necklace set which features hand assembled beaded clasps; similar in style to Miriam Haskell designs. I have pictured several "Original by Robert" pieces in this post. The necklace and earring set with original tags was QUITE a find. It is rare enough to find original tags, but to find a set like this was a coup!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3e-b0kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Papd4S3ezug/s1600-h/Robert+Neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976666161599042" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3e-b0kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Papd4S3ezug/s320/Robert+Neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wonderful enamels are actually going to be for sale in my &lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby Lane internet store&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and in my Gresham Lake Mall antique booth. I am going thru my personal collection and selling a lot of different things while trying to keep one piece from every designer. Please visit us at Gresham lake of you are ever in Raleigh. We are dealer #82. Enjoy the pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3gHT2SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XBBL1stip4s/s1600-h/Robert+Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976666467260706" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3gHT2SI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XBBL1stip4s/s320/Robert+Turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3ISHfQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/J_3tVxUo56E/s1600-h/Robert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976660070137090" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3ISHfQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/J_3tVxUo56E/s320/Robert1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc2x5LKCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jTYzb6xomAg/s1600-h/Robert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976654059939874" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc2x5LKCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jTYzb6xomAg/s320/Robert2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6064273154865108583?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6064273154865108583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6064273154865108583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6064273154865108583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6064273154865108583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/11/original-by-robert.html' title='&quot;Original by Robert&quot;'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SRuc3e-b0kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Papd4S3ezug/s72-c/Robert+Neck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-7089998279088513365</id><published>2008-11-03T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:55:43.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuPVyShI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d92SxsauSAw/s1600-h/Family+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439378439195154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuPVyShI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d92SxsauSAw/s320/Family+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a great Halloween 2008! Darby and I bought Cameron's Halloween outfits before he was born. We were so excited about his "chicken suit", but alas, just attempting to get him into it was causing meltdowns so we stuck with the ghost gown. He was so cute!!! Darby had some devil horns but no outfit so I ran to Target Friday and found a devil gown on sale...woohoo for 30% off! I, as always, donned my kitty cat ears with the feather accents and put together a cat ensemble. Interesting I dress as a cat every year cause cats and I do not usually "mesh well" together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8MDWuQsnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9BeVeyFOHvc/s1600-h/Laura+Kearney+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439741198152306" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8MDWuQsnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9BeVeyFOHvc/s320/Laura+Kearney+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kearney Boo dressed as a witch this year; rather appropros unfortunately. She is not overly fond of Cameron. She isn't aggressive (thank goodness), but she is depressed and standoffish. Hopefully she will adjust soon. We stopped by my Dad's house so he could see his grandson on his 1st Halloween and took some good pictures. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8MC87EkDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1H4GdwbJazE/s1600-h/HE+Kearney+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439734272561202" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8MC87EkDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1H4GdwbJazE/s320/HE+Kearney+Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kearney stayed with Dad so they could welcome all the neighborhood trick-or-treaters while Darby, Cameron and I headed to our friends Ben and Stacey's house for a party. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuzP4ZjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CjT72P62EL4/s1600-h/Halloween+Group2+USE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439388078106162" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuzP4ZjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CjT72P62EL4/s320/Halloween+Group2+USE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a fun party...Ben dressed as the now famous "Joe the Plumber" and Stacey dressed as a bunny. Ben had a fabulous dry ice thing going...look at the cauldron! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8Ltc_K32I/AAAAAAAAAII/50mxc_lHhUQ/s1600-h/Cauldron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439364922564450" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8Ltc_K32I/AAAAAAAAAII/50mxc_lHhUQ/s320/Cauldron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The food was great and we met some fun people and saw some existing friends. Look at this photo: 3 antique dealers all dressed up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuimYdbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FkTTNQNULBE/s1600-h/Halloween+3+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439383609079218" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuimYdbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FkTTNQNULBE/s320/Halloween+3+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cameron's first Halloween party proved to be very exciting for him...first he had a diaper malfunction and we had to dry his ghost outfit in the dryer (which was very fancy and apparently requires 5 college degrees to use...though once Ben told me "turn it on" it worked much better), then he met another baby dressed as Tinkerbell, then he met lots of people who thought he was so very cute and then he passed out on Daddy's shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LtsG7kRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/18V3-SB7MO4/s1600-h/Darby+Cam+Halloween+shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439368981647634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LtsG7kRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/18V3-SB7MO4/s320/Darby+Cam+Halloween+shoulder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://tinselandtreasure.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stacey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Ben for a wonderful evening! My big plan for the week is to attempt 2 posts; these will be vintagey and will have good info and pics so stay tuned! Hope everyone had a great Halloween! Welcome November!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-7089998279088513365?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/7089998279088513365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=7089998279088513365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7089998279088513365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/7089998279088513365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!!!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SQ8LuPVyShI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d92SxsauSAw/s72-c/Family+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-3406790738671148074</id><published>2008-10-22T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:46:20.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Better Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SP8gh9UjQBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WTh-Sah_bVo/s1600-h/Open+Mouth+Cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259958657560559634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SP8gh9UjQBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WTh-Sah_bVo/s320/Open+Mouth+Cameron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have "taken ill" and will probably take another few days to a week to be better, so there may not be much activity. I hope everyone is enjoying the cool weather (always gives me a brighter outlook!). Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-3406790738671148074?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/3406790738671148074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=3406790738671148074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3406790738671148074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/3406790738671148074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-better-mommy.html' title='Get Better Mommy!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SP8gh9UjQBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WTh-Sah_bVo/s72-c/Open+Mouth+Cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5124719688999420183</id><published>2008-10-16T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:37:42.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Painted Porcelain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrmXKjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2BKSiyANuHk/s1600-h/Porcelain+Collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257789396775813970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrmXKjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2BKSiyANuHk/s320/Porcelain+Collection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...total bliss. This is the feeling I get when I find a piece of hand painted porcelain jewelry. Around 1900, American women were enjoying painting on porcelain as a way to adorn themselves as well as their homes. Porcelain was no longer prohibitively expensive, and an exhibit in 1876 at the Philadelphia Centennial Exhibition inspired many artisans to try their hand...literally! Not only were jewelry "blanks" extremely popular, these women decorated tableware and nic-nacs. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrmJ2lY9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/tTT_eHj4VHw/s1600-h/Flapper+pins.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only collect the jewelry pieces...to me, they are miniature works of art. I get particularly excited when I find a piece that has been signed by the artist; though most are unknown. I have been buying these pieces for several years, and their price just keeps going UP! My first few pieces were bought for less than $20; these days, I am lucky to run up on one for less than $75...for a small one! The larger ones with a good, interesting painting and minimal edge wear are usually over $100 each. Please note, I refuse to actually pay these prices, but it is good to know they are going up in value! I have posted a few pictures of several pieces from my collection, including my only portrait. Isn't she &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrm3Dv7CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gJlFCpoJkWY/s1600-h/Porcelain+Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257789405337218082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrm3Dv7CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gJlFCpoJkWY/s320/Porcelain+Portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful? You have to wonder if this was a self portrait? Another favorite theme is violets and pansies. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrm5E3CrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ns6Duc8LwrQ/s1600-h/3+pieces+porcelain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257789405878749874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="278" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrm5E3CrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ns6Duc8LwrQ/s320/3+pieces+porcelain.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my absolute favorites are the landscape&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrm7XE5FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DNqcxryKWlg/s1600-h/Winter+Scene+porcelain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257789406492025938" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrm7XE5FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DNqcxryKWlg/s320/Winter+Scene+porcelain.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scenics!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics and by all means...let me know if you see any of these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5124719688999420183?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5124719688999420183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5124719688999420183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5124719688999420183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5124719688999420183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/10/hand-painted-porcelain.html' title='Hand Painted Porcelain'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPdrmXKjQ1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2BKSiyANuHk/s72-c/Porcelain+Collection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-449567357902608697</id><published>2008-10-11T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:45:47.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Keep or Not to Keep...That Is The Question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the hardest things about being an antique dealer is having WAY too much stuff in your house. Sometimes I feel like I would like some HOUSE with my STUFF please! For example, we live in a modified 1970's split level, and an entire big family room is devoted to STUFF. Note I am capitalizing STUFF. I know several other words for STUFF but they aren't as polite. (haha). I started out collecting Occupied Japan in high school; jewelry post-college, and then starting about age 30 a rapid succession of purses, hats, compacts, hand painted porcelain, glass buttons, open salts, enamel on copper plates, poodles, buddhas,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;solid perfumes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amateur oil paintings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrZUq03I/AAAAAAAAAG4/R8m42Pd8xKo/s1600-h/Amateur+Oil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291948417438578" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="137" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrZUq03I/AAAAAAAAAG4/R8m42Pd8xKo/s320/Amateur+Oil.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and bakelite. I have posted several photographs of some of these types of things for you to enjoy! However, out of all these items, the only categories that have "stuck" with me are vintage jewelry, bakelite, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrV5QwxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gu-oPuhOg6E/s1600-h/Bakelite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291947497177874" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="148" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrV5QwxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gu-oPuhOg6E/s320/Bakelite1.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open salts, vintage purses and hand painted porcelain. That is still quite a few categories, but it makes a house interesting! I suppose a side benefit to being a dealer is that you can constantly re-decorate your house. It goes something like this: you get interested in something, lets say enamel on copper plates. You go to an auction, flea market, yard sale, antique mall or thrift store (or all of the above...several times over) and buy as much as you can find. After all, if owning one is good, owning enough to decorate every living room in town has to be better right? Of course! A few months later, as you gaze upon your massive pile of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUFF...er...enamel on copper plates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrj0TU2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/E1G-LsrzvzA/s1600-h/Enamel+on+copper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291951234470754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrj0TU2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/E1G-LsrzvzA/s320/Enamel+on+copper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you feel the first inkling of unease. The sneaky voice in your head says "What in the world was I thinking?" And "I don't really even LIKE these things!". And then, your pulse increases as you realize you have used up all your available space for this new STUFF and lo and behold, you have nowhere to sit down in your own antique storage facility...I mean HOUSE. Then, you frantically pull out your price tags and place all the items in your booth, hoping someone else will happen along who feels the urge to decorate all the living rooms in their town. It sometimes feels like a never-ending roller coaster, but that, in reality, is the FUN part. Getting excited about something, learning all about it and hunting it down. And then, if you are lucky, being able to make just a little bit on the re-sale so you feel justified in your actions...and in the fact that you have suddenly developed a massive interest in Victorian dresser sets and hey, by the way...there is a GREAT estate sale coming up.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZry2-GnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cbJdr3cIpek/s1600-h/Hats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291955272194674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZry2-GnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cbJdr3cIpek/s320/Hats1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-449567357902608697?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/449567357902608697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=449567357902608697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/449567357902608697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/449567357902608697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-keep-or-not-to-keepthat-is-question.html' title='To Keep or Not to Keep...That Is The Question!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SPIZrZUq03I/AAAAAAAAAG4/R8m42Pd8xKo/s72-c/Amateur+Oil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-8692155111514815384</id><published>2008-10-04T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:59:18.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Cameron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjFeWyE5FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ek7QBO63cic/s1600-h/Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666090630046802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjFeWyE5FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ek7QBO63cic/s320/Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron Thomas Orcutt entered the great big world at 8:59 AM Thursday, September 25, 2008 via C-Section weighing 9 lbs 6 oz and measuring 22 inches long. I must admit the anticipation of the "C" was a whole lot worse than the actual event. There were about 10 people in the operating room; though the only people I could see were the nurse anesthetist and Darby...a giant green drape hung in the air and blocked my view from the neck down. (probably a good thing!) I was having a hard time comprehending that 10 months of waiting and wondering had come down to a 15 minute procedure in which I saw nothing and felt no physical pain. I was dreading the spinal block; but if it is any reassurance, it hurt less than having your finger pricked. Darby was on the edge of his chair with excitement. He kept peeking around the green drape and then ducking his head back for fear he would see something he really DID NOT want to remember (me cut open). Finally we heard the doctor and the nurses start saying "Oh!" and "There he is" and "He's got a big head!" and then we heard him cry. And MAN could he cry. I started grinning...I felt connected to him immediately even though I could still see nothing. Darby got up to go to the warming table where they took Cameron and he did get to cut the umbilical cord. A few minutes later Darby brought Cameron over to me all swaddled up and clean and the first tears came down my face. He was beautiful and amazing and everything I had imagined and more. I still can't quite put it into words. I have never felt so overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn't express. As I was still strapped to the table, all I could do was kiss his cheek when Darby brought him over, and then everyone was whisked away and I was taken to recovery for an hour (HOW UNFAIR! The baby was born and I have to wait a WHOLE HOUR to hold him!?!?!?!?). After we made it to our room, Cameron was brought in and the photography sessions commenced...as did the parade of visitors eager to see their new grandson, nephew, great nephew and great grandson. Everyone was so excited to meet Cameron; a sentiment I am sure he would agree with. So, in closing, from Cameron: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO WORLD! I AM HERE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253665343306738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjEy2yUK9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/WLG0s6M-yno/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjFeQC9FaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tPSqwmLn22U/s1600-h/Laura+and+Cam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666088821790114" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="230" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjFeQC9FaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tPSqwmLn22U/s320/Laura+and+Cam.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjGBT5YUHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/71Yz1XYeQ9o/s1600-h/Zoom+face+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253666691150794866" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="232" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjGBT5YUHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/71Yz1XYeQ9o/s320/Zoom+face+sun.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-8692155111514815384?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/8692155111514815384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=8692155111514815384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8692155111514815384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/8692155111514815384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-cameron.html' title='Welcome Cameron!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SOjFeWyE5FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ek7QBO63cic/s72-c/Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5996719949532277809</id><published>2008-09-24T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:38:12.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 More Hours!</title><content type='html'>So, I am scheduled for a C-Section at 8:30 in the morning. I am sitting here, probably in some degree of shock realizing that 40.5 weeks of pregnancy has come down to 8.5 more hours until Cameron greets the world. I spent the past several days at home reading, playing Play Station and pondering. I talked to all my girlfriends who have had C-Sections, and a couple who didn't. Part of me is saying, WOW, a baby boy...here tomorrow! Life is going to be so different! I am scared! And the other part is excited to finally meet this baby boy who has been kicking me steadily for the past few months; making his presence known the best way he could. So, no pictures for this post...but there should be some up in the next few days of Cameron. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5996719949532277809?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5996719949532277809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5996719949532277809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5996719949532277809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5996719949532277809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-more-hours.html' title='12 More Hours!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-6073651313385417493</id><published>2008-09-19T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:36:59.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to Arrive.....!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am pleased to announce that Darby and I are expecting a baby boy...in a week! I am technically due on Sunday (Sep. 21), but the doctors think baby Cameron is WAY too comfortable in his current house (me), and they will have to "intervene" mid next week. FUN, right? Actually, I am so uncomfortable that any "intervention" is probably a good thing, though I do wish nature had just taken its natural course. In order to keep my excitement going, I took a bunch of pictures of the nursery and one very special picture of Cameron's big sister...Kearney Boo...all ready stealing his toys!!! Enjoy the pictures! (and yes, I know nothing but the baby can go in the crib for safety...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGbipXeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d6W_x9PfbCs/s1600-h/Cam%27s+crib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247829471870410210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGbipXeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d6W_x9PfbCs/s320/Cam%27s+crib.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGQoUqPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J5d-lr-Rnrw/s1600-h/Cam%27s+elephant+blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247829468941428978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGQoUqPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J5d-lr-Rnrw/s320/Cam%27s+elephant+blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJHH6Jm2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cqu3UvJwa0s/s1600-h/Cam%27s+etagere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247829483780152162" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="292" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJHH6Jm2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cqu3UvJwa0s/s320/Cam%27s+etagere.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJmY6NNBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R3_PPK2HivM/s1600-h/Cam%27s+rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830020919735314" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJmY6NNBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/R3_PPK2HivM/s320/Cam%27s+rug.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJm3xIyyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QNza4gQCuUg/s1600-h/Cam%27s+closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830029203196706" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJm3xIyyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QNza4gQCuUg/s320/Cam%27s+closet.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGugux5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/d1uwMUKx5Xw/s1600-h/Cam%27s+changing+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247829476962650002" style="WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="227" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGugux5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/d1uwMUKx5Xw/s320/Cam%27s+changing+table.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJmjnFFRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VHJctswNZLA/s1600-h/Cam%27s+BR+twin+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830023792301330" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJmjnFFRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/VHJctswNZLA/s320/Cam%27s+BR+twin+bed.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJml3U48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/s3kWWAm_iJQ/s1600-h/Cam%27s+stuffed+animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830024397317058" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="195" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJml3U48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/s3kWWAm_iJQ/s320/Cam%27s+stuffed+animals.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJHcYhClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gQSct2EFYNE/s1600-h/Cam%27s+curtain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247829489276226130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJHcYhClI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gQSct2EFYNE/s320/Cam%27s+curtain.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJnMJ3IHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mJmUCO8bzgk/s1600-h/Cam%27s+swing+with+KBoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247830034675605618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJnMJ3IHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mJmUCO8bzgk/s320/Cam%27s+swing+with+KBoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-6073651313385417493?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/6073651313385417493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=6073651313385417493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6073651313385417493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/6073651313385417493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/soon-to-arrive.html' title='Soon to Arrive.....!!!!!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNQJGbipXeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/d6W_x9PfbCs/s72-c/Cam%27s+crib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-2390277912443551723</id><published>2008-09-17T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:15:50.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNFVO_6wVpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6mIx_XCnZSs/s1600-h/WBNod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247068757027739282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNFVO_6wVpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6mIx_XCnZSs/s320/WBNod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Today I thought I would share my favorite childhood nursery rhyme / bedtime story with you all. My mom used to read this to me when I was young and I found it so magical and mystical. I used to want to join the trio and see the sights! Interestingly enough, Darby and I both loved this story and at an auction we found a vintage cut-out wall hanging (which I have pictured here) of the 3 protagonists of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (by Eugene Field; 1850-1895) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night sailed off in a wooden shoe - sailed on a river of crystal light, into a sea of dew. 'Where are you going, and what do you wish?' the old moon asked the three. 'We have come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!' Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.&lt;br /&gt;The old moon laughed and sang a song, as they rocked in the silver shoe, and the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish that lived in that beautiful sea - 'Now cast your nets wherever you wish - Never afeard are we'; so cried the stars to the fisherman three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.&lt;br /&gt;All night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam - Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be, and some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed of sailing that beautiful sea - But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.&lt;br /&gt;Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, and Nod is a little head, and the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is the wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings of wonderful sights that be, and you shall see the beautiful things as you rock in the misty sea, where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-2390277912443551723?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/2390277912443551723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=2390277912443551723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2390277912443551723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/2390277912443551723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SNFVO_6wVpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6mIx_XCnZSs/s72-c/WBNod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1643460125358101814</id><published>2008-09-08T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:18:31.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corners with Windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SMWIO84O3AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bAaW2trWSmg/s1600-h/Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243747131584338946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SMWIO84O3AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bAaW2trWSmg/s320/Lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a recent conversation with someone dear to my heart (who shall remain anonymous), a comment was made that got my creative juices flowing. The comment was said in the context of facing life decisions when you feel you are between the proverbial "rock and a hard place" and feeling backed into a corner. The exact comment was: "At least my corner has a window." I found this very profound. In my own life, I have always seen myself as someone who can be backed into a corner but for so long before I come out with claws unleashed. My claws aren't all THAT impressive mind you, but I tend to come out kicking and swiping…really, like a cornered cat would do. I bite first and ask questions later. And yes, I usually regret the bite. At the same time, I have a fairly high tolerance for corners, having found myself in them frequently. But I never thought to find a window in my corner. I suppose you could take that a step further and wonder whether I am more of a pessimist or an optimist. I consider myself a situationalist. But how wonderful would it be if everyone could find a window? What lies out the window? A different perspective on your corner? Maybe if you opened the window some light would seep into your corner and change your outlook. Maybe you would see a new tree or flower and find a completely different resolution. And maybe a corner can be a good thing. Good decisions are never made lightly, and usually, they are not easy to make. You must weigh different outcomes and options without really knowing how things may unfold. Rather like playing a game of master chess when there is truly no board and your opponent keeps changing boards. For the majority of my life, I tried to think things through in advance. What might happen, likely outcomes, etc, etc….until you just want to bang your head against a wall (been there, tried that and it hurts. Not recommended). Then for several years I lived by the principal of "Day by Day." During my day by day phase, I met the most wonderful man on earth, blossomed into a much more interesting person myself and actually relaxed for the first time in 30 years. Literally. Somehow I have since reverted back to overthinking, overplanning and overconsidering. Once again I find myself tense and unhappy a lot. So my advice to this anonymous someone is to remember the day by day. I think you will be much happier. The future will take care of itself; it always does. The sun is still going to rise tomorrow and the media will still be boring us to death with details of the election. Decisions such as the ones we face when we are in our corners are best made by looking out a window. Thank you for the insight, oh anonymous one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1643460125358101814?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1643460125358101814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1643460125358101814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1643460125358101814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1643460125358101814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/corners-with-windows.html' title='Corners with Windows'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SMWIO84O3AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bAaW2trWSmg/s72-c/Lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1011241918088944938</id><published>2008-09-02T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:35:43.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Butterflies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3oRxQIdFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bZ0MVEQdwes/s1600-h/Moms+butterfly+pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241600933305545810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3oRxQIdFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bZ0MVEQdwes/s320/Moms+butterfly+pin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soon after my parents bought their "FINALLY!" beach house located in Pine Knoll Shores, NC (between Atlantic Beach and Emerald Isle), we were all gathered over a Labor Day weekend and noticed yellow butterfly after yellow butterfly after yellow butterfly...constantly streaming by on a Northeast course. Sometimes there would be groups of 2 or 3; sometimes dozens at a time. Looking for the yellow butterflies became a group event each subsequent year; if someone wasn't present that year, they would inevitably either get a phone call saying "The butterflies are flying by!" or they would call and ask as to the butterfly status. Over this past Labor Day weekend, my Dad went down to the beach and sure enough, I got a phone call the afternoon he arrived letting me know the butterflies were strutting their stuff. Unfortunately, Darby and I were not able to join my Dad this year. In lieu of seeing the real thing, I decided to write about butterflies and show some pictures of my favorite ones! I remember being a little girl and eagerly awaiting the first signs of Spring. We lived in High Point, NC and had a huge yard that had been filled to the brim by the previous owner (who travelled extensively) with bulbs, bushes, plants and trees from all over the world. Needless to say, it was quite a yard and my parents used to love watching me run all over the place exclaiming every time I found a new bulb that had peeked its head out for the first time that year. With this bounty of beauty came the butterflies. Lots of pretty little things lazily drifting through the yard. I used to try to get one to alight on my arm or hand. No such luck! I suppose I have always found butterflies beautiful, so it seems fitting that I have several collectible ones now! The first photo is of a bohemian glass beaded bag (circa 1920) with 3 butterflies on the front. Beaded beags are a favorite of mine, and those with scenes, animals or flowers are even more sought after. Think about the time it took to make this bag. Astounding. There are thousands of beads on a beaded bag. Wow. Talk about patience and talent. The second picture shows several brightly colored enamel on sterling butterfly pins. Most are from Norway and again, are considered highly collectible in good condition. At least one of these is by the famous and extremely valued designer David Andersen! I happen to have an affinity for enamel ware (jewelry, open salts, etc...) from Norway and Denmark, so the butterflies are a natural extension. The picture at the top of this post reveals a quite simple little butterfly, and it is fitting that he is yellow and once belonged to my mother. He pins onto your sweater and sits, perched lightly on your shoulder. Couple that with some butterfly lore brought to us from the Unsolved Mysteries site: many ancient civilizations believed that butterflies represented the human soul; the Chinese and Japanese both use butterflies as a symbol of joy; Native American Indian legends told that butterflies would carry wishes to the great spirit in heaven to be granted, while the Aztecs believed butterflies represented the happy dead visiting their relatives to assure them all was well, and you have to wonder...what do butterflies mean to YOU?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3pLM4QKkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9SaS3CXTKPg/s1600-h/Butterfly+steel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241601919974124098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3pLM4QKkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9SaS3CXTKPg/s320/Butterfly+steel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3oRv29HlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CsMLtoHFquU/s1600-h/Enamel+butterfiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241600932931509842" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="318" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3oRv29HlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CsMLtoHFquU/s320/Enamel+butterfiles.jpg" width="327" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1011241918088944938?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1011241918088944938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1011241918088944938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1011241918088944938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1011241918088944938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-butterflies.html' title='Beautiful Butterflies!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SL3oRxQIdFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bZ0MVEQdwes/s72-c/Moms+butterfly+pin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-599001871743643162</id><published>2008-08-25T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:56:35.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Booth at Gresham Lake Antique Mall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM0wFKw0xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AvFTPUUvonc/s1600-h/Books+at+Booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588792187704082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM0wFKw0xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AvFTPUUvonc/s320/Books+at+Booth.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suggestion of a dear friend Stacey, (the proprietress of Flotsam and Jetsam…see my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;links to get to her wonderful must-read blog and Ruby Lane store), we have photographed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLNNUVY79aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8JjV8u3YEQw/s1600-h/Purses+Booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238615803296478626" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLNNUVY79aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8JjV8u3YEQw/s320/Purses+Booth.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our booth at a local antique mall, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gresham &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lake, which is about to celebrate its 15th Anniversary in October of this year, and several exciting events are planned. Darby and I are working steadily to get the booth re-organized, cleaned up and "re-decorated" before then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM2umb3iGI/AAAAAAAAADg/OY89dYOvQAc/s1600-h/Doodles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike our online store at Ruby Lane, where we tend to list and sell things in our areas of expertise only, at the booth, we are able to indulge our whims a bit more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590972065266482" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM2u92EuzI/AAAAAAAAADo/3oEPgq0jfjw/s320/Doodles2.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have everything from pottery to books to jewelry to amateur oil paintings to figurines to china to glassware to buttons and baubles. It is truly a hodge podge, but I find that I am always drawn to similar booths when Darby and I are out hunting for treasures. I feel like I might get rewarded for my digging!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM4zy20VPI/AAAAAAAAADw/juxKsg0ujGk/s1600-h/Main+Case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238593254038197490" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="198" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM4zy20VPI/AAAAAAAAADw/juxKsg0ujGk/s320/Main+Case.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, dealers cannot specialize in every little thing. So their oversight is your gain! I know, for example, that I recently put a lovely little dish with a transfer-ware portrait of a lady in the center in the booth for $4.00. I found out yesterday that a collector came through and was THRILLED to find this little dish; apparently a "Royal Copley", and has a book value of at least $30.00. As the dish was unmarked, it would have been hard for me to know it had any value but I am glad she found a treasure! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lesson learned for all collectors: KNOW YOUR STUFF! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-599001871743643162?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/599001871743643162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=599001871743643162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/599001871743643162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/599001871743643162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-booth-at-gresham-lake-antique-mall.html' title='Our Booth at Gresham Lake Antique Mall!'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SLM0wFKw0xI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AvFTPUUvonc/s72-c/Books+at+Booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-5627118497266857367</id><published>2008-08-18T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:57:19.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wonderful Sweet Baby Kearney Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKnZAiIKnlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xTPY7G5406E/s1600-h/ZOOM+Kearney+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235954644979195474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKnZAiIKnlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xTPY7G5406E/s320/ZOOM+Kearney+baby.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;OK, so before everyone has a heart attack, our Yorkie Kearney is not, of course, our biological little girl, but as most pet owners can attest to doing, we love her as if she were. When Kearney came into our lives in the Spring of 2005, she was a teeny bundle of black and tan fur and looked exactly like an Ewok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My parents had finally bought a Yorkie. Unfortunately, my mother passed away before Kearney was a year old. Darby and I were more than happy to help my "overwhelmed and suddenly a single parent to a 5 pound ball of fur" father out, and eventually "helping out" led to "joint custody." Truth be told, Kearney and Darby bonded like super glue the moment they met that Spring. We have all been a little envious of the adoration Kearney shows for Darby. He is definitely her favorite human. (not that I can really blame her…he is my favorite human as well!) I have always been amazed by the positive difference pets make in our lives. Kearney seems to know I am upset before it is apparent I am upset. She'll jump in my lap and lick my eyelids and every tear that falls until I start laughing. How can you help but feel better when you are nose to nose with a furry face that is earnestly trying to take away your sorrow and worries? Her intuition is amazing…as soon as I start laughing, she is off; her therapist job over and a new adventure to be found…chasing after a stray dust bunny or fetching her squeaky ball or turning her food dish over in an attempt to remind me she is always hungry. Her tiny tail will be wagging so hard her whole body wags and her eyes will be bright with boundless curiosity and enthusiasm. Eventually she will tire and lay down on her favorite spot on the couch; tiny ears still perked for sounds of yard-invading squirrels or birds. But she will rest.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And therein lies a great lesson for humans: &lt;/strong&gt;Appreciate the stray dust bunnies and make them a game. Use your imagination. Squeak your toys with glee and eat when you are hungry. Shake your body and exercise it well. Discover what you seek to know. Comfort your loved ones and watch over your home and family. And when you are tired, curl up and rest. Always dream. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And wherever your tail may be, may it always wag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKnaN71rZmI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hgf7vdzlUPk/s1600-h/Window+Kearney+MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235955974730901090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKnaN71rZmI/AAAAAAAAACY/Hgf7vdzlUPk/s320/Window+Kearney+MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-5627118497266857367?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/5627118497266857367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=5627118497266857367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5627118497266857367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/5627118497266857367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-wonderful-sweet-baby-kearney-boo.html' title='Our Wonderful Sweet Baby Kearney Boo'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKnZAiIKnlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xTPY7G5406E/s72-c/ZOOM+Kearney+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1188522975465704818</id><published>2008-08-12T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:46:21.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Favorites Cabinet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As promised, here are the first glimpses of a few pieces from my collection. Until recently, I kept my "finds" hidden away from where visitors and friends could see them. It just never dawned on me that I could decorate and live with the things I love. This first picture reveals several pieces of sparkling costume jewels with designer names such as &lt;strong&gt;"KJL"&lt;/strong&gt; (the FABULOUS turquoise color drop earrings), &lt;strong&gt;"Regency"&lt;/strong&gt; (the clear spray pin), &lt;strong&gt;"Lisner"&lt;/strong&gt; (the purple and yellow pin) and &lt;strong&gt;"Trifari"&lt;/strong&gt; (the blue, gold and clear pin). The twisty hair stick with the rhinestone ball belonged to my great grandmother, who apparently loved jewelry as much as I do! The bag in the back is one of my favorite varieties. This particular one was made in Belgium by &lt;strong&gt;"Jorelle".&lt;/strong&gt; It is covered with thousands of tiny glass beads and features beautiful embroidery.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKIvwzzU7_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5wWRG22MZUI/s1600-h/Scenic+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233798232543653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKIvwzzU7_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5wWRG22MZUI/s320/Scenic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The second picture reveals a 1950's &lt;strong&gt;"Trifari"&lt;/strong&gt; 3 piece parure in dazzling grey and clear rhinestones. It is uncommon to find more than one piece of sets such as this one so I was thrilled with this find! There are several purses in the background; the red velvet with sequins and beads is a drawstring and I suspect it is handmade. The grey bag underneath the red is encrusted with beads and shimmers! The bag that is laying down is the oldest one pictured. The top is fashioned from cut steel and was made to resemble marcasite. The bag opens up like a flap and there are several very fragile pockets on the interior. A flashy multicolored rhinestone pin by &lt;strong&gt;"Art"&lt;/strong&gt; rests atop this wonderful old bag. In the bottom left corner we see a black rhinestone double sword pin by &lt;strong&gt;"Weiss";&lt;/strong&gt; still on its original card! (what a find!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKIvxCV8nDI/AAAAAAAAACA/oCwIzx2r-z4/s1600-h/Scenic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233798236446956594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKIvxCV8nDI/AAAAAAAAACA/oCwIzx2r-z4/s320/Scenic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am so glad I put my favorite things out on display. Walking by my "favorites cabinet" always relaxes me and reminds me of some of our favorite adventures! Have a sparkly day! Just a note: I have many items similar to these listed for sale in our Ruby Lane store:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.rubylane.com/shops/ladyandlibrarian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please visit us there!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1188522975465704818?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1188522975465704818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1188522975465704818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1188522975465704818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1188522975465704818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/into-treasure-case.html' title='The Favorites Cabinet...'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SKIvwzzU7_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5wWRG22MZUI/s72-c/Scenic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-1261072245107026260</id><published>2008-08-08T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:46:54.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favorite Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SJwwrgxmS9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lpVPITOyPqQ/s1600-h/FRONT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110391188147154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="201" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SJwwrgxmS9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lpVPITOyPqQ/s320/FRONT.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SJwwr-oKmJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ilwzMYmuAQo/s1600-h/MAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110399201646738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SJwwr-oKmJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ilwzMYmuAQo/s320/MAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Recently, Darby and I took one of our impromptu trips to check out a new auction gallery located near Warrenton, NC. The photos in this post are of an old barn located on the highway between Raleigh and Warrenton. Warrenton is a small town about an hour and a half north of Raleigh. My mother grew up there and I spent many a happy summer day with my grandparents by the pool or on the golf course. One of my strongest and most poignant memories is of this beautiful, rustic and inspiring old barn we would pass every time we drove to Warrenton and then again on the way home. My mother Ginger adored this barn. She would slow down and gaze at it. Over the years I have watched it slowly deteriorate, but it seems to make it even more beautiful. I picture an artist or photographer perfectly capturing the light as it dapples the ivy vine hanging over the entrance or streams through one of the holes in the wood. When I drive by, I have to wonder if the owners know how much this barn has come to mean to my family? With my mother’s death several years ago, it means even more. No matter who is driving: me, my Dad, my sister or my husband, when we pass the barn someone says “There’s Ginger’s barn.” And the wonder of the barn continues.&lt;br /&gt;Look for a post in the next few days with the first glimpses of our treasured collection!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-1261072245107026260?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/1261072245107026260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=1261072245107026260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1261072245107026260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/1261072245107026260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/favorite-barn.html' title='A Favorite Barn'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DN8LmFmvEJw/SJwwrgxmS9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/lpVPITOyPqQ/s72-c/FRONT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6932333477863380053.post-435128223006611736</id><published>2008-08-06T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:45:03.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello! Thank you for visiting! I am finding it a little hard to believe I am really doing this - keeping an online journal that is - since I have not attempted to journal since high school. And true, that was only a few years ago...haha...don't I wish! Anyway...here at our "Lady and Librarian" blog, we hope to share our treasures and super finds with you; herald you with details from our many antiquing trips and, I suppose, make our own little mark on the great big world. I will post more soon!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6932333477863380053-435128223006611736?l=ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/feeds/435128223006611736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6932333477863380053&amp;postID=435128223006611736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/435128223006611736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6932333477863380053/posts/default/435128223006611736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyandlibrarian.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Baubles Beads Books</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445840411889984332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E40lTk1toqI/ToDDLckofgI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/J8Afzd-O6Uk/s220/LAURA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
