It's called "Upset the Apple Cart"

Okay, so this is the little cot I had in my dining room. It is an antique, open spring thing that was bought by my dad as a high school student. He used it, and later HIS grandfather slept on it for years. Then my grandmother, then my other grandmother, then my son... and finally I claimed the little squeaky, heavenly-comfortable thing for my own. I LOVED it in my dining room because I could catch a little snooze and still be "up" if anyone dropped by.... But I needed, as in "NEEDING" a fix, it at Mother's. So....

Good-bye, little summer crow.... You have to stay home.....

So long, Mr. Tiffany Lamp. My mother loves colonial and Victorian more.... And goodbye little bay window. I ADORE lying in bed in that alcove of windows when the lightning flashed, the sleet hit the glass... mmmmmm... However, I'm putting in the comfy-est, coziest of recliners there.... I'll be fine, I'm sure once the habit of heading to the day bed is broken.

So, my mother's room where I moved is peopled with bears, dolls, doll houses, antiques.... crammed wall to wall.... These little friends were sipping tea and lemony butter cookies made by an elf on midsummer night.... and I even found a little bug or two who had joined in the party, (but don't tell my mother. She's a neat freak!). This room is a newer addition made a few years ago after my dad had his hips replaced, open heart surgery, and he decided to make a room in our garage.

We moved it all around, stowed a few of the cradles, threw that horrid pink chair in the ditch... It tilted to the left and threw an unsuspecting slacker to the floor... It just took entirely too much energy to sit in that chair without being slid to the ground.

This is the spot.... I moved the little bed right here.... However, the photos didn't download properly and I deleted them first.... so the final reveal will have to take place tomorrow or so...

My mother has quite the doll collection. Right now we are in the midst of moving them all around and creating a new look. That is one of my favorite therapies. It isn't something my mother likes to do, but after it was all done, my Mom said, "I love the new look." I was surprised to hear that from her, and then she just smiled and added, "If it makes you want to stay, I'd love anything!" So? What does that mean? Hmmm? I am home tonight, doing a bit of vacuuming where that old bed used to sit... It had a feather matress most of the time, so underneath looks like a mix between a ladybug factory (Missouri has a pest problem with golden ladybug beetles or whatever they're called).... and goose nest.... Those photos will NEVER be coming, but I will show you all the finished bay window in a few days when I figure out what looks good there.... Meanwhile, my grades are calling me to post them on the electronic gradebook.... I may be showing my age and maybe even my IQ here, but isn't it funny that the "timesaving" electronic gradebook is still to do although my grades are actually quite happy, lined in the old ledger and calculated on an old time calculator!!! I remember when my grandmother bought my first calculator to help me figure grades. It was state of the art, the size of a small ham, had a roll of paper the size of a buttered cathead biscuit, and cost her about 70 dollars.... I have a MUCH better one from Walmart I bought for a buck.... But oh, Gramma... I loved you for spoiling my every wish and desire... Aren't Grammas fabulous? I was soooo spoiled.... what a blast... Take care, everyone. Stay tuned for "THE BIG MOVE / PART DEUX.