This photo makes me smile in a big way. What memories it invokes of my dad raking leaves into piles all over the yard (no blowers back then) and then pretending like he didn't want his three daughters messing them up by diving into them. We would laugh and giggle and roll around in them until our hair was full of nature. Dad would pretend to grumble that we wrecked his work and he would have to rake them all over again...always making a bigger and deeper pile for us to jump back into. Monday, November 16, 2009
With Joyful Abandon
This photo makes me smile in a big way. What memories it invokes of my dad raking leaves into piles all over the yard (no blowers back then) and then pretending like he didn't want his three daughters messing them up by diving into them. We would laugh and giggle and roll around in them until our hair was full of nature. Dad would pretend to grumble that we wrecked his work and he would have to rake them all over again...always making a bigger and deeper pile for us to jump back into. Thursday, November 12, 2009
100th Post Winner is...
Catnip Studio (www.vintagecatpnip.blogspot.com)
Winners? Did you say winners?
Why, yes I did. As I added a few more goodies to the larder, I decided to pull 6 other entries and send you a sand and sea glass (mermaid's tears) in a tiny bottle necklace. I had made these while sailing in the Bahamas with my honey a few years ago and sold them all over the Abacos to the local shops there. Legend says that if you take some sand from your visit to a beach, that you will return one day. With this simple little necklace and the bottle of island sand hanging from it, I wish the wearer the opportunity to travel to the Bahamian island chain and enjoy their lovely beaches as I do. Here are those winners:
- Brocantess (http://www.brocantess.blogspot.com/)
- Deb Sea (http://www.dyingtobeyours.blogspot.com/)
- Gypsy Purple (http://www.gypsypurple.blogspot.com/)
- Karen Valentine (http://www.mydesertcottage.blogspot.com/)
Ladies, please send me your snail mail via an email and I will have these wrapped and packaged to send to you. Excited to know that these are going all over the world, perhaps one day I will meet up with all of you as I adore travel.
Is that a Parrotfish on my header?
Stoplight Parrotfish - male. Named for the brilliant yellow stoplight on its tail (pectoral fin).
Stoplight Parrot Fish either male or female in initial phase.
Princess Parrotfish with a cheeky grin. Always a brilliant blue and the face of my latest header.
Bi-color Parrotfish - male How can you not be passionate about this species with so many brilliant colors to choose from?The parrotfish diet is primarily algae extracted from chunks of coral ripped from a reef. You can actually "hear" them crunching the coral while swimming with them. These coral crunchers pulverize the coral with the grinding teeth in their throat and most of the sand in their region is actually the ground up and undigested coral they excrete.
Wishing you a colorful day and thanks for stopping by. Sea Witch
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Let Us Remember
On this Veterans Day, let us honor all of those who have given their lives in the pursuit of freedom, thank those who have previously fought, and those who continue to protect us today.
Oxford University prominently displays a letter Abraham Lincoln wrote to a mother who lost five sons in the Civil War. Scholars in England claim that Lincoln’s letter provides a “model of the purest English, rarely, if ever, surpassed.”
On Nov. 21, 1864, President Lincoln wrote to the widow Lydia Bixby:
Dear Madam,
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
A. Lincoln
You may recall hearing these words in the movie, "Saving Private Ryan." I cannot think of words truer that bring tears to my eyes, weight to my heart and thanks to my lips. Please join me in thanking a soldier, sailor, airman, or marine today for their commitment to this great country of ours and to what they give to the world. Proud mother of a US Army Captain. Sea Witch







Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Christmas Booth Display
A glass case filled and a farm table loaded with items.
The perfect gowns for the "new moon" movie to premiere next week are hanging in the corner.
I am crazy about this old farm table with its layers and layers of old paint. Neat little drawer in the center has original metal knob that is delightfully bent. I wonder how many home cooked meals were served on this table?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
100th Post and Buford Junction Antiques
Located next to the Buford Train Depot (and the train does come by several times a day with the rush of wind and the loud whistle, this shop has an inviting and comfortable front entrance.
You will often find Linda along with friends both new and old sitting out front and enjoying the day and good conversation. You can see how easy it is to want to visit here often...it's like meeting up with your neighbor for local gossip and good conversation.
Friday, November 6, 2009
99 and counting! ...and free tutorial courtesy of The Feathered Nest

Thursday, November 5, 2009
100th Post Giveaway and Station Wagon Ducks
My dad was a New York City boy, born and raised, but somewhere in his soul he had a horticulturist’s heart. He adored flowering plants and especially roses. I remember growing up in New Jersey, surrounded with the over 100 different rose varieties and colors that dad tended to and nurtured around our yard. When the flowering season began, our yard would smell like a perfume counter. The heady scent of roses was everywhere.
When we were transferred to Minnesota in 1966, attempting to nurture flowering plants in a short, 6-week summer season was frustrating. So Dad turned to water plants, as we had a huge pond in our back yard. All I remember is that I had my own pond which meant I could swim in the summer, skim rocks and fish all year long and skate on the frozen water in the winter… even then, always a child of the sea… my mom used to say I would find a water world in a rain puddle. Dad wanted mallard ducks for the pond so he grabbed my sisters and me and we piled into the 1966 family station wagon and headed off to a duck farm.
Dad purchased 6 female ducks and 2 males. Being a “city boy”, he thought it was a perfectly sound decision to put one daughter up front and the other two in the back seat and then put the ducks in with us. Hey, how bad could this ride be as it was only 8 miles to the house? The minute Dad turned the engine on the ducks began flying all over the inside of the car. The quacking noise was deafening and this transplanted city family learned firsthand what happens when ducks get nervous.
Dad set land-speed records in getting us back to the house with my two younger sisters crying and screaming at the top of their 6 and 10 year old lungs… which did nothing to soothe the mood of the frightened ducks. The minute we pulled in the driveway, I opened the door and the ducks flew out and ran to the pond, quacking loudly and anxious to settle into their new digs.
My mom heard the commotion, came out of the house and looked at her ducksh*t and feather covered and crying daughters, turned to my dad and said, “Paul, what the hell did you do to the girls?” At the grownup age of 12, I recognized how funny that sounded and how we looked and I began laughing — which only made my sisters wail louder. All my dad could do is turn the outside water on and hose us and the car down. Needless to say, we city folk never picked up ducks in a station wagon again.
Have a wonderful day and watch out for station wagon ducks. Sea Witch
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
100th Post Give Away Sneak Peak

A hardbound copy of Blue Christmas by Mary Kay Andrews. You gotta love the adventures of an antique dealer looking for love and the perfect acquisition all in Savannah, Georgia.
An ice cream scoop worthy of a Sea Witch with a pretty shell handle.

A Sea Witch designed necklace wrought from faceted adventurine beads, Swarovski crystals, 14k dipped seed beads and a hand blown center bead by my lovely stepdaughter.
Looks good so far, but wait, there's more!
Christmas is just around the corner and everyone can always use another Christmas stocking (or sock as we say up north). Sea Witch made, this is gro-grain taffeta in the color of the sea and hand embellished with antique lace, kicky little tassels and tiny bugle beads.
So that is the start of my 100th post giveaways. There is more to be added over the next day or two. Leave a comment on this posting and you will be entered in the 100th post giveaway. Mention the 100th post giveaway on your blog and you will be entered twice. Become a follower on my blog and you will be entered again. I want to thank everyone who has stopped by my blog since its beginning. You have all made this such a wonderful experience for me. Sea WitchSunday, November 1, 2009
Vintage Village is turning holiday & I'm four shy of 100 posts









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