Of stockings, studs and swastikas

6 Jan

Not sure why I waited so long, but I finally got a stud finder.  It can’t find deep studs but, seriously, ask yourself… should studs be deep?  I think not.  Located two studs a couple of nights ago.  Well…maybe just one.  The reading on the other wasn’t strong enough to determine if it was actually a stud.  I could go on and on, but then this blog would get all kinds of strange hits.  So I’ll stop with the stud talk already.  The studs were necessary for mounting (see, here we go again… it’s just too easy) a movie screen.  I finally tired of having to do a 180 with the couch every time we wanted to watch a movie on the big screen.  We have Flor carpet squares in that room, and they’ve taken a beating.  But what to do?  The TV is at one end of the room.  The fireplace is on the opposite wall (as was the pull-down screen).  So… where do you put the couch?  I did have it perpendicular to each, but my husband complained of neck aches when he watched TV.  My biggest problem is wanting every room in my house to be staged.  And it’s hard to stage a room that’s also home to a trap set, pinball machine and air hockey table.  It could be a cute room…if I were single.  But… my family thinks “cute” isn’t near as important as comfortable.  So the couch  now faces the TV (we don’t use the fireplace anyway) and in a move to save the carpet from ruin, the screen has been remounted above the TV.  Why am I telling you this?  I don’t know.  It’s just one of those random posts because I haven’t made any junk progress this week.

I did find a sweet chaise lounge…

if only the sellers will call me back to set up a pickup time. 

Other than that, I’ve avoided painting a coffee table, scoured a CB2 catalog:

 …and decided to take apart an old bike to upcycle the wheels and basket. 

But keep in mind all this was on top of catching up on all that laundry that accumulated over Christmas break, packing away Christmas, and getting the tree out to the curb for recycling.  Those are important things, too, right? Oh, yeah… I also emptied my email inbox, which had accumulated 2200 messages.  And I’ve started cleaning out my closet.  There was so much stored on the floor of my closet that I could no longer step inside.  Who else has altar candles in their closet, waiting to be altered?  What about a lampshade?  What about bags upon bags of receipts from Easters and Christmases past that are waiting for the shredder?  My closet was so bad that I could hardly pair up my shoes.  I had about 4 pair in rotation, because the mates of the others had drowned in all the junk.

And since we’re on the topic of Christmas (okay… Christmas was mentioned, I just know it) …My husband and I have had these great quilted stockings for as long as I can remember:

I bought them in Dallas at a craft show from an elderly woman for $6 apiece.  We hang them every year.  I love them because they are HUGE, and I enjoy filling stockings with really cool gifts.  Our stockings match.  The fabric is a bit different on each.  My husband’s contains more blue hues, mine more pink — that way we can remember which is which.  So imagine my surprise when I was looking at my stocking while brushing my teeth Christmas Day.  We were in the mountains, sharing 1.5 bathrooms with 10 people. So I was brushing my teeth in the bedroom where I’d left my empty stocking on the dresser.  One of the fabric swatches caught my attention. 

Seems it’s covered with tiny little swastikas.  I checked my husband’s stocking … swastika free.  Only mine bears the symbol.  Hmmmm.  I’m pretty sure the grandma that sold it to me wasn’t Nazi material.  And speaking of material, it could very well be feedsack.  I realize that symbol has other meanings, so I’m not that bothered by it, quite honestly.  What is amazing to me is that it took me 20 years to notice the fine print.  What else haven’t I noticed over the past 20 years?  Do I have dirt behind my ears?  Are my eyes really brown instead of blue?  Maybe I just thought I was wearing matching shoes … no wonder people always smile and nod at me.  All along I thought it was because I have such a familiar face…

Enjoy the winter blast, my friends!  Junk on…


One Response to “Of stockings, studs and swastikas”

  1. Mindy January 6, 2010 at 7:22 pm #

    OK. That stocking story has me cracking up. Never noticed, huh? Makes you wonder about that grandma and what story she might have. Happy cleaning! ~Mindy

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