...and more from Pinterest. I have been putting this post together for a couple of weeks now. I am hoping to finish it and have it ready to go out on Sunday, December 3rd. This is quite a ramble just to be forewarned, ha!
A very dreary day and raining heavily. It is 40 degrees Fahrenheit, though it feels colder. We have had several colder days so I can't moan at today's liquid sunshine. It is a little warmer because of the rain, but still a hot chocolate kind of a day.
No walkies for Camera Lady and Camera Lady's Husband, though we did pop out and treat ourselves to a cheeseburger and fries at McDonalds, a relatively short trip. Our drive was between rains. The woods will have to wait.
Here's a few facts about John Muir.
I have been preparing tonight's dinner, one I have had on here before. It is a vegan Lemon Spaghetti with Spinach. The recipe can be found at this link. We tried it for the first time in June 2020, though we have made it several times since then. It was one our dear daughter-in-law gave us. Though we are not vegan, there are times when I want to put a meatless meal on the table. However, today we added shrimp, and also another veggie, mushrooms.
I have been unpacking more ornament boxes. Gregg always notices if I don't have any of my old painted ones on the tree. I couldn't find them last year and he noticed then too. As I was a little earlier, I made a special effort to dig deeper and found a few. I also found an old stained glass wreathe. I bought it from a lady when we lived in Monterey for two years back in the early 80s. My dear man put it on the wall in the family room, along with another Christmas wreath tucked in the bottom of the same box.
I had no idea how I was going to make my ornaments, so my friend and I went to the navy woodshop for advice. I was taught how to cut out shapes and how to sand them. It was a hoot because there were these dear chaps building cabinets, tables and more, and there I was with my old fruit crates cutting out small, very rudimentary wooden ornaments. I got teased a little which was all in good fun, but they were a good lot, and I left with dozens and dozens of shapes. I painted them with acrylics and sold them at the local annual navy craft fair.
All those navy ornaments, which were all I had at that first craft show (on navy grounds), sold out early and I had dozens of orders, not only for navy ornaments but wives asking me if I could do the other services too, and also female uniforms. Gregg was in shock when he came home one day to find not only Navy but also Marine Corps, Army and Air Force uniforms hanging up on every door in our apartment. I often wonder what their husbands would have thought seeing their very neatly pressed dress uniforms in such a way. Probably would have been as shocked as my husband was that first time he came home from the school and saw them. The doorbell kept ringing every day for a quite a while. The ribbons were important to many, and I found a two-hair paintbrush (slight exaggeration but not far from it) to paint those ribbons, and I was asked to put them in the right order. I also learned how to do parachute medals. Gregg was not surprised when I asked him for a bandsaw and sander for my birthday, which we still have a chuckle about when we think back to those days. He truly had as much fun as I did as he helped getting boxes and boxes into the car and setting up tables. He was my second arm and he loved doing it. He and our son as son got older, would come over to every craft show, sit at the table and take over while I got a quick lunch break. It kept me very busy for not only the two years we were in Monterey, but for the next 14 years at all the places we lived, and my ornament selection took on many different forms from Angels to Santa Clauses, to anything I could cut out and paint.
Gregg gave me one of those "Do you remember when..." as I read this out to him. He reminded me of a story I had all but forgotten, of a lady who called me from the Midwest right out of the blue. To this day I can’t remember how she found out about me, that information has long since left my head. Maybe a friend or relative who bought one of my ornaments and sent it to her, who knows? She asked me if I could make one of her pet cow. I had started making simply shaped animals. She sent a photo of her pet, I found a cow-shape in one of my son’s children's books, outlined it on tracing paper, cut that shape out and then attached it to my broken-down veggie crate. Then I cut it out, painted it, trying to follow the exact pattern of her pet cow's coat, along with the right color and sent it off. I had also started taking a Sharpie along to the craft shows and personalized ornaments when asked. This lady had also asked me to add her pet cow’s name which I was happy to do. I had a thank you letter from her telling me how tickled pink she was, which made the extra effort very worthwhile.
There is also a story about my Christmas Ornament Mystery at this link and also here. I just remembered that. Blogging friends who have been following me a while may remember this, but it will be new to other friends who have been visiting since then.
Anyhow, this painting wooden ornaments became a passion of mine, I was hooked. I had so much fun making them, selling them and meeting people everywhere we lived, some of whom became good friends. I did this until my hands gave out and I couldn't paint anymore. However, loads of great memories were made. And just for my dear other half, I still have a whole box of my wooden ornaments to find, and I'm still looking.