Monday afternoon in July

I was determined to finish up my bag sewing project so I pushed myself all morning (even though I'm still feeling a little punk).  It's kind of scary getting sick these days as you can't help but wonder...is this that nasty virus? Am I done for?  We'll see. Sometimes my attitude is....well, we all gotta die of something sooner or later.

A caregiver here at Disco View bought 4 of my bags and I've got 6 left to sell or gift.  I had a heck of a time attaching some of the straps but it was always learn as  I go. They're not perfect but they'll hold.  I swept, mopped, vacuumed, and took out the trash today. Now I'm going to kick back (after I finish this post) and relax with a book. 

Sure hope I perk up later as I have a physical therapy appt tomorrow at 11.  Fatigue seems to be my main problem today. Had to force myself out of bed at 7:45 and I already feel like I could take a nap.
Getting old, I guess.

Continuing on with my boring collection....

this little nail cleaner I've had maybe since I was a teen. Like several things in this shoebox of keepers, I have no memory of who gave it to me. It says Chekosavakia on it and I'm thinking it was either something my mother gave me, my aunt Velna gave me, or my grandpa gave me. Or none of the above.  It must have meant something to me at the time as I've continued to hang on to it.

These are Guatemalan worry dolls. I'm thinking Shirley Aragon, a friend in Kirkland, gave them to me in the 70s but I could be way off base. Might have been one of my kids. I've always liked them. The paper inside reads: According to legend, Guatemala's children tell one worry to each doll when they go to bed at night and place the dolls under their pillow. In the morning, the dolls have taken their worries away.

These are my kids (and perhaps Catie's) baby spoons but I'm not sure who belongs to who. I'm thinking The one in the middle was Sue's as I got it with Betty Crocker coupons back in 1964.

I don't know where I got this spoon. It reads Century of Progress and is from the 1933 Worlds Fair.

I can't remember who gave me this bracelet but I'm going to check my diary to see if I wrote it down. I think it was a girlfriend. It reads Spc Joseph Baldridge USA, Operation Desert Storm

I think this was a nail clipper holder. I kept it because it says Key City Bowl, Port Townsend,Wash. I may have bought it from Bob Lake as he was always selling PT memorbilia.

This is a pretty Elvis Christmas ornament that made it into my collection years ago.

These California Flower beads belonged to my great grandmother, Ava Peters. Her grandson gave them to me when Mary and I traveled to Montesano to meet him and his wife. I had been researching my mother's biological roots and located her cousin. He lent me several pictures that I copied and returned of my grandmother and her mother. She was born in 1879 and died in Aberdeen in 1947.

This is one of my favorites. Patricia Willestoft brought a cake to my divorce party in 1982 and she put this on top. Cracked me up. Hard to believe that was 38 years ago. My ex turned 76 yesterday, by the way.

Here are three Elvis stamps (bless his heart) and like so many other things, I have no clue why that other little stamp is saved, as well.   Tomorrow I'll finish off the last of the collections of this particular shoe box. I think there's about a dozen more.