Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

The Emerald Isle Wreath © Glittermoon Productions LLC 2012

The Emerald Isle Wreath
© Glittermoon Productions LLC 2012

May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you

- Irish Blessing

I wish all of you many blessings today and always.

 Éire go Brách!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes

This one is for my Christmas peeps!

This week’s challenge asks us to use three images; it’s up to us as to how we want to use those images but they should bear some relationship to one another.

These are three images of my “mostly” vintage tree that I put up in my new garden room this past Christmas.  In prior years it was in the dining room.  I like it better out here because I can really sit and enjoy looking at all the old ornaments (with some newer ones mixed in, too).  So here you go.

With each shot, you get a little closer.

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DSC_0171 - Version 2See any particular ornaments that you like?

If you would like to see what others have shared, go here.

Weekly Photo Challenge: (Christmas) Treasure

I love this week’s topic, Treasure, not the least because there are about a gazillion ways to interpret the word.  And, honestly, I have about a gazillion treasures, both literal and figurative, and so much to be grateful for.  I had to think about what I wanted to share this week.  I shared some treasure of an entirely different sort in a post on my Garden Reverie blog.

This being a (mostly) “Vintage Christmas” blog, I decided to share my very most precious ornament: The Little Ballerina.

The Little Ballerina

The Little Ballerina

I have lots and lots of wonderful ornaments that have been collected over a long period of time.  Many are precious because of who the giver was and the memories attached.  Some are loved simply by dint of their unusual nature or their beauty.  Or the time and place where I found it.

But this one trumps all of the others in the treasure department.

The little ballerina was made in the year I was born by my mother’s cousin, Fran Vilas, who lived in Madison, Wisconsin.  Cousin Fran, whom I never had the good fortune to meet, sent her to my mother for my first Christmas. I’m not going to spill what year that was but, trust me, my little ballerina is vintage.

Her limbs are made from pipe cleaners and her head is a little wooden ball with curly gold metallic locks on top.  Her tutu is made of crisp tulle in a beautiful shade of blue and she holds a tiny silver orb in her little pipe cleaner hands.  Her toes are encased in gold.  She is petite and slim just as a ballerina should be.  And she is precious beyond compare.

Every year she got hung on our family Christmas tree.  Front and center.  I adored her.

She was a constant.  When I came home for Christmas, there she was, greeting me from her spot on the tree.

A few years ago, my mother wrapped her up and gave her to me on Christmas morning.

Now I hang her on my own tree every Christmas.  Front and center.  Just like all those years at home.

I can’t bear to wrap her up and put her away once I take the tree down so she patiently hangs in a special place the rest of the year where her forever cheerful countenance greets me.  She’s my little talisman; a life full of happy memories wrapped up in the tiniest of packages, smiling at me even though she hasn’t lips.  A constant reminder of just how lucky I am.  And that is treasure indeed.

To see what other’s treasures are click here.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie

Personally, I’m not much into taking “selfies.”  Really, for every halfway decent image of myself there would probably be a thousand that would stop a bear in its tracks.

So this week’s challenge slowed me down a bit.  But then I got to thinking about something a bit less obvious than snapping an impulsive moment with my cellphone camera.  

One of my favorite posts on this blog was one about self-portraits.  I end up taking my own selfies, though inadvertently, every time I photograph one of my vintage Christmas designs.

So here’s a little game of hide-and-seek for you all.  Can you spy me?

Detail of Angelic Moment

Detail of Angelic Moment


Detail of Scot's Topiary

Detail of Scot’s Topiary

How about here?  And more than once even!

Detail of Christmas Extravaganza

Detail of Christmas Extravaganza

It’s a quad selfie here (at least).  Maybe I ought to win a prize for this one!

Detail of Retro Magic

Detail of Retro Magic

It’s a selfie with an elfie!  Tee hee.

So then I got to thinking that my definition of a “selfie” is “a photo of self taken by said self.”  Right?

Portait of a girl

Portrait of a girl

I’ve been playing around with some digital watercolors.  This is an image of a tabletop arrangement that has a photo of me when I was 17 years old in it.  It’s in the back, behind the little round picture of my beloved Gussie Fink-Nottle (Greatest Cat That Ever Lived).  So there you are: photo of self taken by self.

The end.

Oh, except, if you would like a peek at others’ selfies, click here.