Little Girl, Little Fishes
Some new frames arrived in the shop just in time for Father's Day. They are rustic and vintage looking, with a neat slot to record names, place and probably the year the photo was taken. The perfect thing for camp, especially as the phrase, 'My First Big Catch' is etched onto the front of the frame.
But the display photograph that the manufacturer included was of a man with
his wife and children! He was smiling....as if he was pleased with his catch...
but this is fishin' country! There's gotta be a fish in the picture!
Now the truth is, Dal and I are not outdoorsy people. Fishin' country aside, we don't fish at all! We do have a boat - an old wooden one that hasn't been in the lake since our kids were teens. As I recall, they were quite embarrassed by our last outing....I think it was the noisy, 21/2 hp Seagull motor on the back of the 10 foot boat that really got to them. We had gone 'boating' with friends who got tired of waiting and circling back for us. Finally, they tossed us a line and towed us up the lake!
But I do digress...
I needed a photograph for the frame. A First Big Catch photograph... one that a REAL fisherman could relate to.
I knew exactly where to look. I pulled out my family album. 'Fishing at Melville Beach'. I'm about 4 years old in the picture and yes, I am actually holding up a string of fish! Several fish, in fact! And I am looking mighty proud of my impressive catch! For me, however, the very best part of the photo is that I am standing next to my dad. No doubt about it....this picture is a keeper!
So have a great day, all of you Dads! Do some fishing, take your kids, and don't forget the camera! Happy Father's Day!
A Bedtime Story
It was my turn to change the bed in the shop. With so many different quilts to showcase, we change it frequently. And of course, when we change the bedding we usually change the art and accessories around the bed, too.
So this time, I was anxious to go with a classic grey and white theme. My objective, starting out, was a cool yet calming effect for our little 'bedroom'. Keep it simple, I thought.
Well, as it turns out, I don't DO simple.
The heavily-stitched quilt called out for the handcrafted birdhouse. And of course, that meant birds. Grey and white towels - a must; now a bar of decadent black mud facial soap; a textured throw rolled up, pillow-style, in a black ribbon; the grey-tone breakfast tray, two mugs and tea...
By now I was transported to another time and place...to a bed and breakfast near the village of Mousehole, along the coast of Cornwall, in England...
It was taking longer than it should for some reason, but the bed area was nearly done.
I hung up a smocked cotton nightgown, topped the shams with a Battenburg lace cushion...and was suddenly reminded of a very small room on the top floor of a centuries-old home in the heart of Amsterdam. The house was at least four stories high, with a stairway that was as steep as a ladder and just a smidge wider than our packs.
Sigh... getting back to Boffo's...
The bed area was finally finished.
Did it turn out to be cool and calming?
I think so.
What I do know is that I had a great time putting it together!