Spring is here

The taste of a crisp juicy apple, fresh from a tree, the warmth of a pumpkin muffin, the crunch of autumn leaves underfoot. Is there any greater time of year?

Sunday, October 5, 2014

On the Road Again . . .

I love to travel. I keep my passport close in case a handsome billionaire sweeps me onto his private jet for a romantic rendezvous. (It happens often in my dreams, perhaps they are prophetic!  At least one can hope.)

As a result of this nomadic love I have for new scenery I am ever ready to be a traveling companion for my friends and family.

Tomorrow I leave for a few days in beautiful Canada with two of my favorite authors (and friends). 

Hannah Howell the creator of luscious Highlanders. http://www.amazon.com/Hannah-Howell/e/B001HN35I8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

And J.M. Griffin author of cozy mysteries. http://www.amazon.com/J.M.-Griffin/e/B0074JH1HU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

I may be out of touch for a few days, longer if I run into an exciting man. He doesn't have to be a billionaire, but he does have to have a functioning . . . brain. 

See you later, alligators . . .

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Congratulations, Ginny

Congratulations, Ginny LaMere, you just won!!!

Which scarf would you like?

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Winner to be Announced on October 1st!

On October 1st one of my beautiful scarves will be leaving me to go to a lucky follower. 

Will you be that lucky person?

I hope so. 

If you are not already a follower, it's not too late!!!

The follow button is to the right, at the top of the page.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Summertime Memories

With the passing of summer I found myself reflecting on the summers of my youth.

When I was nine my family moved from the city of my birth to a neighboring one. Both cities were in the suburbs.

The city of my birth was largely white collar, upper middle class, with large playgrounds, beautiful green spaces, tennis courts, statues, a small lake for swimming, and lots of tree shaded streets.

This was the entrance to the playground.

The new city had factories, the only playgrounds were attached to the schools, and were utilitarian, with very little equipment, and no trees.

I missed my old playground with its abundance of swings and tall slides, so one day I convinced the girl across the street to join me on a bike ride to my old neighborhood.

We packed a picnic and headed out. Our little legs pumped up and down hills and through traffic. We had to stop often and sit on rock walls to drink our water. (Back in those days we didn't have cool, unbreakable bottles, we had to use thermoses that still held the old milk smell in them from our school lunches. Back then primary schools didn't have cafeterias. You ate your lunch out of a cool lunch box if you were one of the lucky ones, or old scrunched up brown bags if you weren't.)

We rode for hours (most of it uphill) and never made it to the park. Donna really wanted to go home, so we headed back.

We both got into trouble that day for being gone so long, and Donna wouldn't make the trip with me again. 

But I did make it there before the summer was over. I spent a lot of the summer being punished, but I made it to my park with the brook flowing through it, and the swings that brought me close to the tree tops.

I never gave up until I had reached my goal.

That is the way I have always lived my life. Some goals are easy to achieve, you can complete whatever task it is in a matter of hours. You do it today, and unless it is childbirth, you forget about the journey in a week or two. 

Some goals may make you start over and over again. Your muscles might ache from the strain, your lungs burn from the pressure. People may call you foolish and try to dissuade you, but if the goal is really, really important to you, you never give up, no matter what the obstacles, no matter how long it takes.

It doesn't matter if no one else believes in you as long as you believe in yourself. 

If you don't believe in yourself, you will never succeed, even if you have thousands of people who do believe in you and are cheering you on from the sidelines. If you don't believe you will never be able to get off the ground

So hang in there and believe. Then spread your wings and fly.

Fairy dust only works if you believe.

If you are not already a follower of the Spell Room, please click on today. The button is right here ====>> below the links for The Misplaced Bride.

There is a contest that is only open to followers and it closes on September 30th!!!  (See the blog below for more details.)

You pick one.

Saturday, September 13, 2014


Sometimes I'm good and I talk about writing subjects, and sometimes I'm bad and I spout off about other things. You just never know what is going to be the topic in the Spell Room.

I am running a contest for my followers. I you are not already a follower it is easy to become one . . . just click the button on the right -> (Below The Misplaced Bride.)

The prize is a beautiful hand made scarf, worth $30. (I made it myself!)
Black Lace.

 It will make a great fashion accessory or gift for someone. (After all, the holidays are coming up.)

Purple Snakeskin

The contest ends on September 30th and the winner will be announced on October 1st.

Peacock Blue Lace
The winner gets to pick which scarf!
All followers (old followers and newbies) names will be placed in a hat and the LittleGuy will randomly choose one. Remember to check back often and see what is happening in the Spell Room!

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Summer and Clothing Choices

I was driving down Main Street the other day and I saw a young mother pushing her child in a carriage. The young woman had on a lovely black dress with a halter style neck and cutouts around the back arms and shoulder blade areas. From the front it was modest, no deep cleavage, in the back you could see most of her black bra with neon blue trim.

My thought was, "Wow! She looks great!"

Back in my day I would have had to go braless or not wear that dress." And as a young nursing mother there was no way I could go braless!

Now all you young women are wondering what the hell is this old crone is talking about.

Back in the day, most bras were utilitarian and ugly. Unless you did your shopping in a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog (only, there were no stores in the malls, and Frederick's was notorious for it's cupless bras and crotchless panties) you were stuck buying the same bras your mother and grandmother bought at the local department store.

There were no Victoria's Secret stores in the mall. There were barely any malls in those days and going to one was a major adventure in driving and shopping.

Our exterior clothes were sexy, but our "foundation" left a lot to be desired. (I find it ironic that there are erotic pictures of women in the old industrial girdles and bras plastering some sites on the internet. They never looked that good on the average woman back in the day.) There were no thongs. G-strings were something only a stripper wore. And if you did have one, you didn't advertise it by having it hang out of the back of yours jeans.

At my last occupational therapy session a woman came in for her session and the therapist complimented her on he tank top and she especially admired the way no bra straps showed. They then went into a long discussion on how horrible women looked with their bra straps showing.

Old dingy white bras look terrible, but bras now come in a wide variety of colors and strap types, 

Most tank tops come with straps ranging from halter, spaghetti, crisscross, to industrial strength. If you want to wear a bra under most tops you will end up with straps showing. 

I would rather you show your straps than your nipples. Because most summer tops will show your nipples if you do not wear a bra.

What do you think?

Sunday, August 24, 2014

What Are We Teaching Our Children

Yesterday was a beautiful day. Not too hot, not too cold, no humidity!

A nice day to take LittleGuy and BigBro to the park or on a hike. So Auntie and I took the boys to a place that offered both.

It is a natural area under the auspices of the Department of Conservation and Recreation in Massachusetts. It is beautiful, "natural", and FREE! 

The parking is free. The picnic areas are free. The indoor bathrooms are free. The park is free!

Who could ask for anything more?

Yesterday, the only restriction placed on the users of the park was not to walk on the center strip of the parking lot. They had cordoned the area off with yellow caution tape and posted a sign not to walk there because they were re-seeding the grass. 

It is a nice little strip with trees to provide the cars with a modicum of shade on a hot day, with the added benefit of taking the carbon monoxide the cars emit and turning it into better quality air.

The DCR even had a young man working the center strip pulling weeds (by hand) out of the seeded area. 

The arthritis in my ankle was bad yesterday, so I chose to sit in the car (with the windows open) and work on my knitting. (The paths are rocky, pitted, and have tree roots. A fun walk, not necessarily good when your ankle wants to meet a woodsman with an ax.)

As I sat listening to Celtic music on NPR and knitting away I watched as a series of parents in their 30s take their children (ages ranging from 6-12) under the yellow caution tape and trampling over the seeded strip.

What are these parents thinking?

Do they think they are mighty rebels? Shunning society rules? Bravely defying authority?

What I saw were people too lazy to take half a dozen extra steps to get to their cars.

What I saw were people who are teaching their children to piss on everyone else's rights and property because they only care about their own convenience.

What I saw were people who will be in denial when their kids get into trouble because they flaunt the rules at school or disdain the laws of the land. (These are the parents who will beat their breasts and say "How could you do this too us?")

What I saw were people who would be suing the state if they twisted an ankle or tripped over the high curb stones.

I saw people who thought they were entitled to do anything they want.

This might sound like a minor transgression, but it wasn't just one family, it was close to a dozen. In the meantime I was pleased to see at least fifty other people walk around the area. That group consisted of a few families with children, including my daughter and grandsons, young men and women in their 20s, and many older people.

One other thing that bothered me, but I am not going to go all wild about it today . . . when people go out to "enjoy nature" why do they have to stink it up for everyone else by smoking cigarettes. I thought the purpose of going into nature was to enjoy the fresh air!

Now that I have finished my tirade, I would like to add some words of wisdom. In the 70s every parent I know had this taped to the refrigerator. Maybe it is time to post it again!!!

Children Learn What They LiveBy Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
Copyright © 1972 by Dorothy Law Nolte