Spring Fever

One day closer to SPRING with the cold WINTER WINDS blowing forcefully here in Kansas.   Blowing seriously.  As if it were the MARCH WINDS coming-in like a lion hopefully going-out gentle as a April lamb.  Except it's JANUARY.  Made for staying inside a welcoming place and warm haven.

It was TRASH COLLECTION DAY.  Many of the outside trash containers had blown over laying on their sides.  One neighbor's porch rocking chair was on the ground turned topsy turvy.  Leaves were swirling and at one point I thought a tornado was forming.  Odder things have happened in Kansas in January.

Topeka's wind gust were around 52 miles per hour and the temps about 31 degrees.  Cold and blustery. Suppose to be near 50 on Saturday and 60 on Sunday.  That my dear...will be a nice change.    

I tinkered in the spare room.  Accumulating another pile of things to go to thrift or a ministry. As I continue to sort through our things, I can see some daylight at the end of this tunnel.  It will be a relief to have the room neat.  

Finally.  I believe my blood pressure has lowered.

I found neatly stored inside a canvas bag 5 throw pillows that match the Guest room bedding.  It was like a Christmas surprise.

Two blouses I wore as a young woman were taken aside to see if my daughter wanted these vintage tops. One was worn to my little brother's 1976 High School Graduation.  I was 20 years old when I bought her at the Clothing Store my sister worked at in Ulysses, Kansas.  Light blue with embroidery design.  Bee-u-tee-full.  

The other top had a pair of slacks that went with her.  I lost the slacks a long time ago, but they had colorful handiwork on them as well.  Loved the colors.  

These blouses are top notch vintage.  

I decided if she didn't want these treasures that I would cut them into squares for the denim quilt I will make one day.  But she wanted them.  They will look sweet on her.  Also gave her my green corduroy two piece dress suit that my Husband bought me when I was 27.  Over 31 years ago.  In excellent shape. Amazing that I still had this outfit.  I loved it, but she no longer fits me.  Sniff sniff.     


My Doc Marten Yellow Mustard Sandals that came from a Oklahoma Shoe Store joined the ranks of thrift goodies.  Mine are from 1997ish.  They were all the rage when my daughter was in High School.  ALL THE RAGE.  I just had to have a pair.  Caught them on sale and seldom wore them. Too heavy on my foot.  Clunky.  Almost like wearing concrete boots. Not very pretty nor delicate. What was I thinkin'? 

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One of my sons teases me that he is going to phone HOARDERS or PICKERS and turn me in.  I said please don't do that.  Please.  It would be embarrassing.  Please. 

IT MUST BE SPRING FEVER.  Within 24 hours all of this may change.
                                

SPRING FEVER.  I suspect I should take a couple of aspirin and go to bed.  Perhaps I will be better in the morning.
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