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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 floors............it 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".
♥♥♥


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Little B

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

Believing

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

1925

1925
My historical home ♥

Autumn

Autumn

Winter

Winter

Spring

Spring

Summer

Summer

The Outbuilding

The Outbuilding

Sophie

Sophie

Sophie

Sophie
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.

Bob

Bob

Bob

Bob
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. :-)~

Chloe

Chloe
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

Gibby

Gibby

Gibbs

Gibbs
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.