My Collections

It’s another edition of Wednesday Randomness, and this week, we’re blogging about our collections. And, I didn’t really realize how many I had…until I started wandering around the house taking pictures. I’m not even including the fabric or yarn, because, well, this shit is already out of control – as evidenced from the following pictures.

First off, there’s my vintage tea set. I’ve always loved Cottageware – my Gram had a set that I adored. But I fell in love with this PriceKensington pattern, and I’ve been slowly collecting it. It’s nowhere near complete, but it’s getting there. I’ve found a bunch of pieces in antique stores in the U.P., and my very awesome friend, Kim, has sent me several pieces from shops in Wales. Which, coincidentally, is where my Gram’s set came from.

Rocks. I know…it seems like a silly collection, but I really love rocks. I was always that kid who came home with pockets full of rocks. I’m still that kid. Everywhere I go, I pick up rocks. My friends bring me rocks home from their travels. My kids pick up pretty stones for me.These are just a small sampling. Read: places in my house where I didn’t have to clean in order to take pictures.

I’m a fan of driftwood, too. As you can probably see.

I also collect books on Arthurian Legend. Other than the complete works of Chaucer and Shakespeare, this is all Arthurian stuff in this bookcase. Oh, look…more rocks.

And fairy tales! I freaking love fairy tales. I’ve got stories from tons of different cultures  – both modern and traditional stories. Brand new books and antiques. I love them all.

Okay…what else…oh! Skeleton keys. I adore them. I’ve been collecting them ever since my Gram gave me the skeleton key to her house. Sometimes, I even wear them as necklaces. I don’t have these displayed anywhere. But, I’m thinking of making a mobile with some of them.

Charms – these are all in one, chunky dangerous place. This bracelet doubles as a weapon. But it’s also a collection of memories. Each charm has a specific meaning and memory that accompanies it.

Okay, so that’s pretty much it for my collections. I can’t wait to see what kind of stuff the other bloggers have! Because I’m nosy. Click their names along with me and we’ll all find out what they’re hoarding. 😀

Gwen
Jess
Kris

Calling All Dream Interpreters…yes…again.

Okay, so in my dream, I was pulling my car into my driveway. Of course, being all dreamy, it really wasn’t my driveway. Alongside this driveway was a pond where my friend’s two year old daughter, Amelia, was playing with her grandmother sort of keeping an eye on her. Not a close enough eye, in my opinion because Amelia was laying on her belly and pulling rocks out of the water using her mouth.

Most of the rocks were those icky stones that had been dyed unnatural colors. But, I have to admit they looked quite pretty in the water with the sunlight shining on them through the trees. Amelia waded into the water which was deeper than I expected, so I pulled her out and brought her to my car where I knew I had more rocks for her to play with.

I opened my car door and reached for a rock that looked like it had wavy lines of sedimentary deposits only when I touched it, those lines turned into squirming worms embedded into the stone. Then the rest of the rocks that were in my car turned into a giant mass of writhing nightcrawlers and worms. They filled the entire interior of my car. And they stunk something awful.

This is where I jolted awake with my heart pounding and my body shaking. I’m not afraid of worms or nightcrawlers so I’m not sure where the fear response came from and I’ve got no clue what this dream means. WTF? Thoughts? Comments? Apocalyptic prophecies?

(No, I didn’t eat anything weird (or at all) before I went to bed)

Rocks and Husbands

I think I’ve mentioned in other posts that Lake Superior is one of my favorite places on earth. It never ceases to amaze me how it can go from this to the pictures below in a matter of moments. These top two pictures were taken at Whitefish Point. I’ve heard rumors that the lighthouse is haunted, but unfortunately, weren’t able to get inside and check it out.

The day after the top two pictures were taken, we went to Autrain which is a small town that sits on the shore of Lake Superior between Munising and Marquette. I wanted to stop on a certain section of beach and pick up some rocks. Of course hubby’s idea of the stones we should get were different from mine. I was thinking nice, palm sized rocks…however, Matt was thinking that boulders were the way to go. Sigh…

He wasted no time in finding a beautiful stone and started to unbury it while Killian and I looked for smaller stones and Corwin dug holes on the beach.

This is the rock Matt decided needed to come home with us, but before he could get it out of the sand, a storm blew in.

The lake went from completely placid to rough inside of ten minutes. Five minutes after that, we were battered by hail and pounding sheets of rain. The wind was so strong it blew my husband’s glasses off his face. We ended up searching for them in the midst of a thunderstorm so severe, cars pulled off the highway. It rained so hard, the parking lot (which was dry when we pulled in) was covered in swirling, calf-deep water. We finally found them about thirty minutes later once the rain stopped.
I told Matt the storm was the lake’s way of saying it didn’t want him to take the stone, but he decided since we were already soaking wet and his shoes and glasses had been trashed that he wasn’t going to let the lake or the rock get the best of him so he rolled it up the hill (it’s about 150 pounds) and hefted it into the trunk of the car.
Men… Stand back ladies…he’s all mine.
*rolling my eyes and shaking my head*