Random Ramblings with Vintage Song Sheet Art

Hi!

c.1905

Yep, I'm definitely having a rambling sort of day.

I realized that when I looked at the clock and realized I had been sitting here and hadn't really done much of anything.

For an hour.

Edited a few pictures.

Found a web site that has "Peace" in many different languages,

and realized that every time I was typing p-e-a-c-e,

I instead was typing

p-e-a-s-e.

Warning light! Warning light! Warning light!

Then realized that the site had down for 'peace' in

"Perce - 'eyewi nez

ummmm....,

I'm pretty sure that is supposed to be

"Nez Perce - 'eyewi"

I may be wrong on this, but I sure don't think so.

So.....

c.1907

Today I will be sharing some charming vintage songsheet covers.

These are from the Indiana School of Music.

You can find the website to the right.

They have mucho song sheets!

c.1909

Since apparently my brain and my fingers are having problems

communicating today, I'll try to keep the ramblings to a minimum!

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I am trying to stick to a loose theme of love

infatuation

and the plus and minus aspects of that.

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I hope you have enjoyed my little story,

told in vintage song sheet covers and songs.

Time to go do laundry,

let the dog out,

let the dog in,

pick up the living room,

oh

and I'm in to the new Michael Jeck's book

"The Bishop Must Die",

and it's getting really interesting.

let the dog out,

let the dog in,

I need to mount some scherensnitte I've been doing,

and frame some of my Collage Art Dolls,

and I need to list some of them on my etsy shop -

http://www.inkspired.etsy.com/

and then there's the e-mails I've been ignoring for a few days -

let the dog out,

let the dog in.

I need to call Shelly back, and see how Marge is.

I need to call Dani about the super play she directed last weekend,

and that I'll be coming back and bringing a friend.

Glenda just called, so we're fine for a few days.

Who am I forgetting?

let the dog out,

let the dog in.

Cathy, Irene and Adele of course.

sigh.

think I'll go eat a doughnut.....

c.1916

:0)

inkspired

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dominoes@myinkspired.com

Bunnies Hop Hop Hop

Here's a Bunny-rrific kind of day!

Peter Rabbit Barbie celebrating Peter's 100th birthday.

illustration by Beatrix Potter

"Winston Churchill is always expecting rabbits to come out of an empty hat."

- Evelyn Waugh, writer

Here is a wonderful little paper doll bunny I found at OrigamiBears:

see more at OrigamiBears. See side bar.

Bunny slippers remind me of who I am.

You can’t get a swelled head if you wear bunny slippers.

You can’t lose your sense of perspective and start acting like a star or a rich lady

if you keep on wearing bunny slippers.

Besides, bunny slippers give me confidence because they’re so jaunty.

They make a statement; they say

‘Nothing the world does to me can ever get me so far down that I can’t be silly and frivolous.’

If I died and found myself in Hell, I could endure the place

If I had bunny slippers.”

Dean Koontz, horror writer

for sale by cul8rg8er on etsy

Here is another fabulous design from Sandra Lounsbury Foose. It is designed to be made from felt, with a little embroidery on the front.

This joke is so old, I have no idea who originated it!

What do you call ten rabbits marching backwards?

vintage Nestle Quik mug for sale by Vintage4U, etsy

A receding hareline!

(har har har!)

 

Here is a sweet Spring coloring page for you, thanks to Dover:

Dover Publications

Here are 2 goofy bunnies, made from recycled bottlecaps and rubber stamps:

(I'm sorry, but I have misplaced the rubberstamp company that designed these).



Well, time to wrap up.

I think we should all go out and purchase some bunny slippers now,

especially for our loved ones!

inkspired

http://www.inkspired.etsy.com/

dominoes@myinkspired.com

http://www.inkspiredmusings.blogspot.com/

phase book

“Hi, I’m booklady and I have an addictive personality,” she drawls, standing up, addressing the circular group.

“Hi booklady,” the group choruses back at her.

Okay. It could be a joke. We certainly use it as a joke around our house whenever we want to laugh at one of our weaknesses.

Or it could be for real.

For many throughout the world, addictions are no laughing matter. They are real and they destroy lives ... homes, marriages, families, schools, and even entire towns.

If we laugh at them it is only because we need to keep from crying—because once we start, we may not be able to stop.

I do have an addictive personality.

Twenty-four years ago I quit smoking. I called it a Christmas gift for my husband the first year we were married. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done up until then.

I continue to struggle with addictions—and addictive-like behavior—in other areas of my life including eating, spending money, relationships, even exercise.

Recently however, I decided to give up facebook. Why? Because I liked it too much. It was wonderful, mindless escapism: collecting “friends”; “visiting” them; building cute little farms; setting up aquariums and towns; playing games; trading Christmas decorations and buddy hugs; sending cards and “hearts”, smiles and saints, chattering, chattering, on and on and and . . .

Woa! Wait a minute! I found myself slipping deeper and deeper into the delightful and colorful little world of iconography that is the spell of facebook … and I suppose other similar computer and technical other-worlds for those of us who find it hard to separate fantasy from reality.

I remembered the old-fashioned method for losing weight: doing push-outs. Push yourself out and away from the table. I’m sure there are many less drastic ways to remain ‘faced-in’ –even for addictive-types like me—but I decided I could live without facebook. What I didn’t know was how I could go on living with it.

One dear friend called me fifteen minutes after I closed my account to discover what had happened. I assured her that I hadn’t been phished or received a virus. Nothing bad had happened to me or my computer; I’d just decided to quit. She understood immediately; she’s that kind of friend.

A week later, my own family hadn’t even noticed I’d quit, nor that I was hardly ever on my computer anymore. (sigh) But then my dear husband didn’t notice when I gave up smoking either.

Well never mind.

We don’t do the right thing for the recognition. We do the right thing because it is the right thing.

That’s my story ... my phase book. Now I'll sit down.

Good Question

Uh...? I don't know. Do you?

Mental Prayer, Part 4

Wisdom calls, “Let whoever is simple turn in here; To the one who lacks understanding, come, eat of my food, and drink of the wine I have mixed! Forsake foolishness that you may live; advance in the way of understanding.” ~~Proverbs 9:1-6

It's been a week now and I admit there were times I thought I was crazy to have started this ‘mental prayer’. There were also times I wondered where God was? Here I am trying to pray and nothing is happening. I mean NOTHING! I’m thinking to myself, ‘This is the biggest waste of time ever. I could be doing A, B, C ... Z!’ And then came yesterday – the biggest setback of all. Here's what happened...

I could barely make myself get to work on time at 6:30. We had extended hours for back-to-school sales and I asked for early hours so I could get to evening Mass, but then I was still tired from working late the night before, etc., etc., so I decide to fore go getting up even earlier and instead devote my lunch hour to my mental prayer.

My lunch time comes, I down my coffee, head for the Blessed Sacrament Chapel (5 minutes away) for a peaceful prayer time and there’s a funeral going on at our parish. Where am I supposed to go?! Where can you find 30 minutes of quiet at a busy shopping mall on the Saturday before schools resume? I sit in my hot car, first with my air conditioning on, then with it off and hot Oklahoma winds blowing through open windows.

Do I need to tell you it wasn’t a good prayer time? I caught my mind wandering; no that's an understatement—I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering. Oh great! God, this is hopeless! I’m supposed to be here praying and look at what I’m thinking?! I drug my wayward mind back and there it went again. I was thinking dishonest, playful and even prideful thoughts, and then grumpy, frustrated, disorganized ones until finally I started to veer off into despair. WOW! How can anyone get herself in so much trouble just trying to pray?! Then it dawned on me. Calm down booklady. This is perfectly normal. The mind is an undisciplined, runaway young colt; you know that. That’s the whole point of this mental prayer: to learn good mental habits, to learn how to ignore, overcome and eventually transcend these episodes. Just another step along the road of training...

So I thanked God for the lesson, closed my prayer session with formal prayers—which I was very, very grateful to fall back on—and returned to work.

Today, my mental prayer session was the most profitable, in terms of actual things I took away from it, of any I’ve had so far. These are the realizations I had:

1. I’ve engaged in mental prayer many times in life without knowing I was doing it.

a. Usually I read a book, often Holy Scripture, for a period of time, then closed my eyes and used it as the basis for my conversation with God.

b. Several years I had prayer journals with selections from spiritual classics (Imitation of Christ, God Calling and Streams in the Desert) which I read and wrote in. As the writings were directed to God—much as a friend writing a letter to another friend—they constitute another form of mental prayer.

c. My belief is most devout people engage in a regular practice of mental prayer, either with or without realizing they are actually doing so.

2. Morning mental prayer needs to be combined with daily Mass and regular Confession as much as possible.

3. It seems to be allowing me to let go of things more easily, i.e., I don’t find myself as troubled by events, people or even my own follies and sins. Things that in the past would have stayed with me for days, I resolve in hours or less. Other matters, even more quickly. I just seem able to let go and move on.

4. I find myself with a longing to love more deeply – as Jesus does – and an awareness of how often I usually don’t.

5. There’s a growing awareness of His Presence and an abiding sense of Trust in Him.

Jesus said to the crowds: “I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.” ~~John 6:51

The Obama Sandwich

This picture is compliments of my dear husband. Here is what he writes: For those of you who haven't been here in Okieland, JT's barbecue is about the best there is. (It's located on Sunnylane; I had my retirement feed catered by them). Here's a sign that was out there a while back... This mailing was making the rounds at Tinker, had to send if forward.

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The Proper 'Hugging' of a Baby

Instructions for properly hugging a baby:

1. First, uh, find a baby...

2. Second, be sure that the object you found was

indeed a baby by employing classic sniffing techniques.

3. Next you will need to flatten the baby

before actually beginning the hugging process.

4. The 'paw slide: to accomplish this technique,

simply slide paws around baby and prepare for possible close-up.

5. Finally, if a camera is present,

you will need to execute the difficult and patented

'hug, smile, and lean' so as to achieve the best photo quality.

6. Prepare to go "Awwwwwwwww!"


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The Money Hole

Now here's a totally fresh approach to our nation's economic problems. No money? No problem! Just throw it into the money hole! See what they are saying at the Onion.


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