16 January 2017


The year I got my first car - a brand-spanking-new 1969 Cougar.
Happiness was my own set of wheels.  💙💙💙💙💙

15 January 2017

When your heart is broken

Losing a pet is nothing short of devastating.  I don't think it matters if your pet has been sick or it happens so fast you find yourself reeling from the shock.  But it doesn't make a difference.  Sophie's gone and I'm hurting.  I'm missing Sophie so much.  There is nothing like unconditional love.  That is what a person and dog relationship is about.  Unconditional Love.  My companion is gone and I'm brokenhearted.  I will look back and try to comfort myself knowing that it wasn't just me rescuing her from the streets of Detroit.  She rescued me.  She came into my life when I was adjusting to living alone.  And now I am at that place again.  Alone.  And lost again.
Thank you, Sophie, for our years together.  I love you forever.

03 January 2017

Love, Love, Love

Life Magazine
This picture is probably my absolute favorite picture of all time.
It's hard to understand why we like some things passionately while other things don't matter much.
But for me, this picture speaks to me.
It was that one moment in time that is a little bit romance, a little bit spontaneity, and a big moment in American History that symbolized the official end to World War II.
Can you imagine being that girl?
Wish it was me.

     Update:  Four giant statue replicas of this pose were created.  One was on display at Memorial Park on Woodward Avenue, just north of 13 Mile Road, in Royal Oak, Michigan.  It was installed in June at Memorial Park, and of course I was there.  Well, sad to say, after six months of it being in my part of the world, it was removed from this temporary location and is on its way to its next temporary location.  I'm sad to see it go, but I am happy that I got to enjoy it.  It doesn't happen too often that you can share in a piece of American History.  But I did this summer.  And it is a cherished memory.  Lucky me.

                                                         from Bernie's Gallery*

25 November 2016


There will always be those things that will never get done.

14 October 2016

The Season of Orange

Autumn has many faces. 
Here is a personal one.

     I love all the seasons.  Living in the Midwest, I am able to enjoy them all.  Each season has its very own specialness and lucky me, I get to enjoy them all.  Summer is beautiful, and even though I am not a hot weather/high humidity person, I love my flowers.  So as summer winds down I get melancholy because saying goodbye to another season tugs at my heart.  Another summer and its memories are over.  It's not just the flowers - the jewels of the season - but the time spent with family and friends in the garden or on my front porch.  And, of course. those precious grandchildren of mine.

     So as Autumn takes over, with all its glorious colors, cool days and even cooler nights, I quickly adjust to this beautiful time of the year.  Letting go of one season leaves me with an abundance of memories, but blending into the next season is full of possibilities.

H A P P Y    A U T U M N


01 May 2016

It's May,

Lily of the Valley.
My Birth Month.    ♥♥♥♥♥

21 April 2016

Passions aren't random

"The things you are passionate about are not random.  They are your calling."
- Fabienne Fredrickson

     When I came across this quote that was accompanied with a random selection of vintage collectibles on Instagram, I couldn't help but stop and reflect on this.  This is a quote that I feel comfortable latching on to.  Perhaps it is my Mantra.

     Sometimes when I get serious about who I am, I truly believe that I am an old soul.  When I was a little girl, of course I was busy doing little-girl-things.  But I can clearly remember how I loved, loved, loved old things.  Back then, I loved the old home my Busia (Polish for Grandmother) lived in following her move to Detroit from southwestern Pennsylvania.  She lived not far from my family home, but it was a home from an earlier decade than mine which was circa 1941.  It was a huge house with lots of nooks and crannies.  It even had some scariness going on in the basement.  It had a big front porch with lots of steps that I spent lots of time on with cousins.

     Even back to those early years, I knew my family home was not my style.  It was a great home for sure.  It, too, had a big front porch that I spent lots of time on.  But it was a basic 1940's bungalow.  It wasn't a big old home full of old things....and even some scary areas.

     So when it came time to find a house we came close to buying a newer home which was ok because at that time it wasn't just my choice.  But as fate would have it, and I never thought about this until this moment, we were led to a more established neighborhood.  To a beautiful 1925 Craftsman.  The "for sale" sign in front was in a way a huge billboard announcing the availability of this beautiful home that was set between four huge silver maples and sat there in all its beauty and coziness and welcoming invite.  So when I walked up the porch steps and looked into this home and seeing all the oak archways and was pure love for me.  But then something kind of magical happened when we went up to what was used as the master bedroom.  I took a peek in the closet and to my surprise, I saw a smaller door on the back wall.  I was blown away by the deja vu that came over me.  It was a reoccurring vision (a dream?) that I had often through my life.  And it was at that moment that I knew that this house would be mine.  That was in July 1977 and here I am, in 2016, and this beloved house is still my love.

    I join the rest of those that are drawn to older homes, living with the comforts of vintage"ness" all around them.  "Vintage" isn't for everyone, but it is for me.  It is a "happy" for me.  This is the home that I have spent my entire adult life, where I raised my two daughters, where holidays were spent with my parents and other family and friends.  And it is now a place where I welcome my son-In-laws and my grandchildren.  All the pets that have blessed us.  So many memories....  

     So, hanging my hat in this special place I call my home is "my little part of heaven".

14 April 2016

What We Keep

  I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. 
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more. 
  But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. 
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.. So... While we have it..... it's best we love it.... And care for it.. And fix it when it's broken......... And heal it when it's sick. 

This is true. For marriage....... And old cars.... And children with bad report cards.... And dogs with bad hips.... And aging parents...... And grandparents.We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with. 
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special........ And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it to the people I think of in the same way... Now it's your turn to send this to those people that are "keepers" in your life. Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close!

Little B

Little B
Little B holding bridesmaid's bouquet, Busia's front porch


No one sees the stars during the day, but that doesn't mean they aren't there.
we don't remember days
we remember moments


My historical home ♥









The Outbuilding

The Outbuilding




My very special companion. We found each other in August of 2006. It was one of those things when you truly know you found the right dog for you and that the dog felt the same way about you. And that was the beginning. I love coming home to my Sophie. She is still so much puppy, but I know how quickly the time goes by when the years aren't kind to dogs, so being a puppy for as long as possible is fine with me. She is loving and oh so affectionate. A true cuddler.




Here is my tailless cat. His best friend is Sophie. Watching both of them is so much fun. I hadn't expected to get another cat at the time I was at Petco looking at the fish. Then I heard that there was a pet adoption going on. Anyone who knows me knows how much I love cats. So of course I had to wander over. I looked at the adoptees and my eyes fell on Bob. I asked to hold him and that was all it took. He loved being held and of course he was acting as charming as possible. I said "Wrap him up." Off we went to the car and headed home. Bob doesn't so much like to be held like he did that first day. But that is ok. He is my little buddy. He is very happy living with me and Sophie, but not so much Chloe. He pretty much keeps out of Chloe's way and when he forgets, she reminds him. Trust me, she does. :-)~


This is my darling little kitty that has been with me for a very long time. She loves only me. Unfortunately her mom cat did not take her prenatal vitamins and Chloe suffered because of it. She has been blind for a very long time. The amazing thing is it is hard to notice it. She gets around wonderfully. Sometimes I get sad when I think about it because she can't see how I love her. But she feels it. She knows I love her and accept her for who she is - even when she is a little grumpy (don't we all have those kinds of days I ask?). God blesses our animals and sends them to us to make life just that much better. On 9.16.09 - Chloe left our little family to return "home". I miss her very much, but am comforted because I know she is with Daisy, Dumplin and Andrew - and can once again see as she roams in God's Home. This little cat will always be in my heart. Hugs and kisses to you, My Dear Little Chloe. I am so thankful for our time together. xoxo




Gibbs is one of the most affectionate cats I have ever had (and there have been many). He joined my family in June 2015. He, like Bob, is a Manx, which for both of them, do not have tails. Gibbs loves to cuddle and is pretty much my little shadow. He was pretty low key the first year, but has evolved into a very active kitty. He explores constantly. I am so thankful we found each other. I love him to pieces.