Tongue in Cheek

Guessing Game Challenge

                      

Here it is the guessing game challenge. It doesn't look like much and it certainly isn't old. But it is a reproduction of something that was used often...and just because I goofed and didn't post it yesterday like I said I would, I'll give you a clue: This one is made in paper, though usually they were made in metal. So it isn't and couldn't be a baker's hat for a doll.

Happy guessing! The first one with the correct answer and the one with the most creative answer will have a prize.

Thursday morning I'll announce the winners. Good luck.

A Glass of Roses

                     

Oops. Oh no this is not the guessing game post  that I promised yesterday. I ran out of daylight to take the photo of the item that I have found.  Sometimes my good intentions become cloud-ed by either my forgetfulness, over-planning or a diversion of path... actually I am rarely on a path, and my forgetfulness plays havoc on most of my best laid plans. Daydreamers (or I should say someone like me,) tend to not only stop and smell the roses, they become the roses.

 I will post it tomorrow. Really I will, I promise!

So until tomorrow enter into the scenery that surrounds you.

French Lavender Baskets

                         

Frrench lavender baskets. Similar to lavender bottles or wands, except the floral part is not concealed and the stems fold upward and are not sealed above the lavender blossoms. I am not really good at art directions, nor giving detailed recipes.  

Tomorrow I am ready to have a humdinger of a guessing game, I hope you will dare to play along. I promise you it will be the toughest one to date.

The Moment at Hand

Enjoy the boredom,

enjoy the silence,

enjoy the sleepless night,

enjoy the guilty feelings.

Enjoy the traffic-jams,

enjoy the pants that are too tight, and the glass that is half empty.

enjoy the stress of day-to-day living.

Each step

on the path

is worthy.

With hold judgment,

take it for what it is.

Nothing is forever

except      

the moment at hand!

Jumping on the Garden Bed

                                 

                                 

                                

My little cousin Liam jumping on the garden bed in the back porch or his Grandmother's house.

Bastille Day (a few days late)

                  

If you have never been to Paris on Bastille Day (July 14th) and if you love fireworks check out these links.

Paris......Bastille.... Fireworks.

                             

                           

                                                                        

The Abandon House and its Leftover Dreams

Last summer I was lucky enough to tag a long with my Godmother to a house that had been abandoned for over fifty years. 

My Godmother had over the years left letters "to whom it my concern," in the mailbox, and often drove by in hopes of finding the owner. You see she had peeked into the windows and saw that the abandon house was full of leftover treasures. The note she left asked if the owner would like to sell anything inside the house, she was interested in buying everything.

Then one day, one lucky day, a "FOR SALE" sign went up in front of the house and my Godmother had her answer. Someone to contact.

The owner was surprised that my Godmother wanted to buy the "junk" as he called it. He rubbed his hands in glee and told her she could have it all on one condition, that she empty the place clean.

My Godmother found her dream come true and I took photos of a life that seem to stand still.

 

Have you ever longed for something knowing that in doing so it will come true? Or do you think more on the lines of, "Be careful what you wish for it might just come true?

Isn't it curious how we live certain dreams and at the same time stack other dreams in neat piles for a day for them to come true. As if putting them aside we give them room to expand and nurture our imagination.

I believe that eventually that what we dream for does come true... one way or another.

                                                     

The Inner World of Childhood

                        

My two little nieces and I were taking a nap.... actually I was pretending to be taking a nap in hopes that they might actually take a nap. In the course of pretending to take a nap I started to nod off. But before I fell deep asleep the two of them slowly sat up. Though I knew they weren't going anywhere, I could feel their eyes looking at me, so I kept on pretending to be asleep hoping they would follow my lead.

Instead Molly (my five year old niece,) combed my hair with her fingers, she took my hands and place them on top of one another on my stomach, then she put my legs straight and my feet close together, she took great care to each detail of my appearance making sure my clothes were tidy and smooth of wrinkles. Each of her movements were solemn and serious. Child-play can be like that. Eventually she caressed my face and whispered, "I love you." Then to my other niece, who hadn't made a move the entire time she said, "Shh, Aunt Coco is dead."

Molly's words surprised me at first. Then I saw the depth of meaning in her actions.

The moment was sacred. In her child-like way she had straighten my body into a position that she had seen my father, her grandfather in. She was processing and coming to terms with his death. Children like adults have sincere feelings and thoughts too. They too grieve and try to understand the depth which is before them.

The two of them sat silently by my side for some time, I kept pretending to be asleep.... The symbolic gift of child-play can aid healing.

Photo: My cousin Judy's collection of old paintings of children reflecting.