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Is that... green grass?
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We've gotten at least half an inch of ice, now. But we still have power
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I was able to finish up BF's moms other throw pillow that she wanted and I started two potholders for her out of the scraps. I unfortunately don't have the potholder stuffing, but everything else is sewn and ready for them to be stuffed, quilted and then bound. And then gifted.

BF did get me a new sewing machine for Christmas, not the one I wanted but a much nicer one. I can't wait to start using it.
 
Ok, who remembers those awful Christmas trees of the sixties???

My mom had to have every one and I HATED them!
First was the silver aluminum tree that you had to light up with the flood light shining on it and of course you had to have the spinning disk with the yellow red and blue cellophane so the tree would change color. The thing looked to me like a giant tv antenna gone berserk!
Next came the real trees that were "flocked". Remember those? They were sprayed so thick with some kind of foam you could barely tell there was n actual tree under there! When you tried to decorate the thing the foam would either fall off or stick to everything. Oh, and of course , my oh so traditional mother just HAD to have the pink one!!! Nothing said Christmas like this thing that looked like a huge lump of cotton candy standing in the corner and smelled like a new car seat.


Oh well, sigh. Looks like I am just too old for this bunch of old folks. Maybe we need a thread for us older old folks :rolleyes:
Hmmmm, not a bad idea!!!
Now all I have to do is figure out how to move this to a new thread :D
 
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Oh well, sigh. Looks like I am just too old for this bunch of old folks. Maybe we need a thread for us older old folks
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Hmmmm, not a bad idea!!!
Now all I have to do is figure out how to move this to a new thread
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Yep...we still have a bit of green. I leave patches of leaves out and when I rake them up a few days later...fresh green. The milder (and wetter) days we've been getting lately have helped.
 
Age is just a number, y'all. What matters is that we understand and respect each other, want to talk about things other than Miley Cyrus and oh look, a chicken.
There are turkeys living in the woods next to my coop. I hear them when I rake the run. I don't know how many are out there but it sounds like more than a few. A flock? A gaggle?
 
My folks never went in for the artificial trees, but my Mom was into themes, so one year she had a tree totally decorated in blue - blue garland, blue ornaments, blue lights ... the next year it was all rustic, so a total reversal LOL.
 
I remember the flocked trees from my childhood. We didn't have them but, my Aunt Dawn had a pastel pink foamed tree. We thought it was gorgeous. I even remember in kindergarten we walked to a tree lot and the teacher bought a small real tree for our classroom. The kids had to take turns dragging it back - it smelled delicious. Sometime afterwards they stopped getting individual trees at the Bennett school because they said they were fire hazards.

I also remember the air raid drills - where we had to sit along the walls in the school hallway and assume the position of head down and hands over our head to protect us from falling stuff. None of the other kids ever seemed as upset about it as me. I think I was born to be a worrier. But as far as I recall we didn't have kids shooting teachers and classmates and having their 15 minutes of infamy before the y turned the guns on themselves.
 
I remember the flocked trees from my childhood. We didn't have them but, my Aunt Dawn had a pastel pink foamed tree. We thought it was gorgeous. I even remember in kindergarten we walked to a tree lot and the teacher bought a small real tree for our classroom. The kids had to take turns dragging it back - it smelled delicious. Sometime afterwards they stopped getting individual trees at the Bennett school because they said they were fire hazards.

I also remember the air raid drills - where we had to sit along the walls in the school hallway and assume the position of head down and hands over our head to protect us from falling stuff. None of the other kids ever seemed as upset about it as me. I think I was born to be a worrier. But as far as I recall we didn't have kids shooting teachers and classmates and having their 15 minutes of infamy before the y turned the guns on themselves.
I had somehow forgot about those drills, some were under your desk and some were in the hall. I agree with you on the worrier part!
Scott
 

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