Estate Sale Finds

I found a great estate sale a few weeks ago.  A woman was selling her stuff, her mom's stuff and some things from her grandmother.  There was a beautiful Singer sewing machine with a stand and a treadle for  $35 that her grandmother had purchased new.  If only I weren't moving...

I really love finding another persons sewing stash, and I always look for sewing supplies in the listings.  It makes me so happy to know that I will take these things and love them and use them.  It is always funny when you love everything another person had.  It's like you had the same taste and would have been friends if you had ever met.  It also makes me happy that when I pass on, someone else might find my stash and it would make them really happy too.  The connection of women crafters endures, despite all the changes in our society.


This is one of those sales that I have been wanting to find forever.  I spent way too much, but it still was very little...  The last treasure here is something that I have been wanting for quite a while.

Fabric stash

Cutest owl and stitching kit

Little pincushion kit with mushrooms and turtle

Mushroom stickers

Apple mini jug

Cute softie turtles and ducks

Stencils

Floss and hoop

Notions

Cool pins

Great vintage pyrex loaf dish.  I really needed a pan like this.

More fabric bits

How beautiful is this crocheted lace?

Tons of lace!

More vintage notions

Cutest decal ever!

The cutest little train case ever!  It is from the 40's, and belonged to the grandmother.  

Still has the mirror intact, and it is a loose mirror held in with little ribbon straps.

Love the quilted bottom

Weather!

So the weather here has been quite variable.  Sunday was sunny and chilly, but we went for a nice walk with the dogs.  Birds were singing, grass was growing, our radishes and lettuces had sprouted above the soil.  Monday morning I woke up to a snow covered landscape again!  Arggh!  The last few days have been snowy, with lots of hail, and rain.  Yuck!  Oh well.  I try to console myself with knowing this is the last season I will spend in Wisconsin, but the return of the frozen landscape was not welcomed!

I just came across some photos from earlier in the winter.  I finally figured out how to fix my iPhoto, so now I can put pics up much more easily.  Because what is a blog without pictures?  Boring, that's what!

This snow came in mid-February.  All the snow had been melted for several weeks, and we had all hoped it was done!  Yeah, right!  Then it dumped a ton.  I did get a snow day for this, but spent many hours shoveling.  My back was sore for days afterwards.  Pretty though.

Pretty, yet deadly!  They are really sharp!

Nyummy!

They really want to catch more snowballs!

She likes it!

You can see the snow is almost covering the garage!

Snow moving in action

Almost up to the bedroom window!

We had a lot of shoveling to get the cars out!

You can really see how much snow we moved in the last shot.  He is standing in the alley, on the packed down snow for the cars.  We had to move all of that snow to get our cars out.  We actually had to shovel half of  it twice because the first time you shovel it, it takes up all the close space, and then we had to move it again to shovel out the rest of the snow.

Feminism and Appearance

In light of the discussion going on at Fashionable Academics blog, I wanted to point you to my comments there about feminism and clothing.  While one's appearance is not the be-all, end-all, I do think it signifies many things, including control over one's self and body, as well as the ability to control your image that you perform in the world.  I have written about this in previous posts, considering that I am given an increasingly narrowed instructions about what is considered professional dress as I enter deeper into the professional world.  This for me has provided one very tangible area in which my own ability to quirkily be myself has been subverted through my training.  And I have often felt the sting, not only of looking a certain way, but then acting in a way that conforms to the way I look, which then further informs the way I look, and on and on in a vicious cycle.  I often feel stripped of certain articles that might signify, in particularly to patients, but also to colleagues, my working class background.  I feel this is done purposefully because many things which I might feel are integral to this background are an affront to the exclusivity of the medical system, both in training of physicians and treatment of patients.  And I am constantly trying to work around it, because there is a certain shielding that comes from being distant from other through your manner of dress.  And physicians, more than any other profession I can think of, need to be very aware of personal, professional, physical, and emotional boundaries.   However I think this has caused the profession to continuously err on the side of distance, which I believe is just as great of an error.  This error creates lack of humanism, and lack of care and compassion in the name of safety, which is never safe.  Only by experiencing the full vulnerability can we be fully free.