As I sit in my studio typing, I hear a mixture of sounds. My daughter's music plays in the room beside me while the crispy sounds of leaves rustle in the wind outside my window.
Summer turned into autumn today. Just like that, in what seemed like a blink of an eye, the temperature cooled down and leaves began to hurl themselves downward like kamikazi pilots. The leaves here are not the fiery shades of fall, yet. But the lushness of the greens are losing out bit by bit to the yellows, which will soon turn into the oranges and the reds of the season.
I've been thinking a lot lately. Maybe too much or maybe not enough. But my thoughts keep turning towards life and what we make of it. For some (me included), we spend our days working and doing and sleeping just to get up and do it all over again. Others somehow know how to balance their time better, so they can enjoy the moments so much more.
That's what I want to do. Balance my time and enjoy the moments more. That's the plan anyway. One day. Soon.
If it's antique or vintage or just plain old, I usually have a place for it in my heart and sometimes in my home. Like the quilts I bought when I first got married. Old and tattered but still useable. Their softness created from years of use. Old typewriters and their ribbon tins. A Victrola. Handbags and hats. Jewelry. Aprons.
But on Saturday something else found its way into my heart. And home. This old Ball mason jar with a zinc lid and practically brimming over with colorful bobbins of thread. Blue, green, and purple. Perfectly me. So I bought it and carried it home.
And unwrapped it. And gave it its own little photoshoot.
My bobbin jar wasn't the only thing that caught my eye although I did practice restraint when it came to buying anything else. There was a Royal typewriter, which was royally priced at about $170.00. Rolling pins (yep, I have a few of those, too), and photographs that I may go back for.
It was fun poking around old things again. So, how did you spend your Saturday?