For most of my life blue has been one of my favorite colors. I also like pink and purple a lot, but generally speaking when given a choice between primary colors, I gravitate towards blue. So when I went shopping at Wal-Mart a couple of days ago I was very attracted to some bright cobalt blue orchids that were on display in the Garden department.
Normally I do not enter Wal-Mart through the Garden department entrance, but that day my husband had parked the car in front of that entrance. I don’t know why, but he did. At first I was going to stay in the car and wait for him, as I was tired, but then I realized that we needed some bananas and some bread, and milk, so I decided to go ahead and get out of the car and go inside and buy them.
So I walked into the store with my husband, and parted ways after we stopped to admire the blue orchids. I simply fell in love with them. I have not owned any orchids for about the past thirty years, and I missed having an orchid plant. I had not purchased any for a variety of reasons. Frugality was a primary one, but also a reluctance to buy another plant that would require watering and tending. I have not been very good about taking the proper care of my plants for a long while now. I have several plants, but they are surviving in spite of me, not because of me!
Well, the blue color simply demanded that I purchase the plant. It was twenty dollars, and I was reluctant to spend the money, but I was “in a mood” and splurged on the plant after all.
When I got home and was reading the tag that came with the plant I discovered that the blue color was a result of a color-infusion process, and although the orchid will re-bloom in the future (assuming I don’t kill it) when it DOES re-bloom it will not be blue – it will likely be white.
That was a disappointment, but the plant is still holding the blossoms quite well and is very pretty. I only have to water it once a week, which is good. So far the pets have left it alone, which was a very pleasant surprise! I wonder how long it will last.
Posted in Family and Friends, Home and Garden, Life, Pets, Shopping and tagged cats, flowers, shopping by Linda Bradshaw with .
I was rummaging around the basement, looking for a few things to take to the craft and lawn sale happening next month at the Community Center. I came across a box with a few kitchen backsplash tiles in it, and it brought back some memories from when I had the leisure time to paint. I haven’t painted since the school bus accident a few years ago, it hurts to hold a paint brush, so these memories of better days when I could do my One Stroke decorative painting whenever I wanted to paint are bitter-sweet.
A few years ago my mother-in-law decided to buy some new tiles from a local home improvement store to use as a back-splash all around her kitchen. She asked me to paint strawberries on them, to coordinate with her wallpaper.
That was my very first time painting on tiles! When I gave the finished tiles to my mother-in-law, she was thrilled! It would be very easy to glue some felt and ribbons to something like that to make a pretty gift! Or to glue cork to the back of it, put a couple of coats of extra-heat resistant finish on it and use it for a coaster or trivet.
I recently heard that my mother-in-law has re-done her entire kitchen. I wonder if the tiles are still there, or if they have been replaced with something else.
Posted in DIY projects, Family and Friends, Home and Garden, Life, Memories and tagged craft, kitchen, One Stroke Decorative Painting by Linda Bradshaw with .
I enjoy flower gardens. I think that the garden gnome is cute, and clever, but I have never had one in my garden. After seeing this warning video about them, I am thinking that I am one of the lucky few to escape this cute little garden critter!
Posted in Fun, Home and Garden and tagged Garden, gnome, video, YouTube by Linda Bradshaw with .
Yesterday, at around 4:45 pm I was sitting at my computer when I heard a very loud pounding on the front door. I got up from the computer and started to walk towards the door. I could see through the studio windows that the person pounding on the door was our cranky neighbor Mr. X. “Oh great,” I thought. “What now?”
Before I could get to the door he used his fist and pounded on the glass storm door so hard that I thought it was going to break! I have no idea why he did not use the doorbell – it works just fine! When I opened the door, I asked him “what can I do for you?.”
In response his face contorted in anger, and his neck veins started to pop. He waved his arms around, and started to shake his fist at me. He was shouting that we had no right to touch his rocks at the end of our driveway, and that they were his property. (We had to put our trash cans down there, and the trash cans touched a couple of the rocks.)
Then he started to yell “You tell that husband of yours that I know what you are doing in that garage and I’m not going to let you get away with it!” Shaking his fist and leaning over me he continued to yell “I’ll see you in court!”
At that point I saw Michael in the driveway, headed towards the house, and I pointed to him. I said “I’m done with you, there’s Michael, go take it up with him!” Then he turned and started to walk over to Michael.
I closed the front door and locked it, turned around and walked quickly into the living room, telling my step-father Dick “quick! Come outside with me right away, I think we are going to need to be a witness to this!” So Dick and I immediately went outside to keep an eye on what was going to happen.
I had my cellphone with me and I called the police (dialing 911) while I was heading outside. As soon as I stepped outside I loudly announced that I was calling the police, so everyone knew that I was calling the police. Michael said “good!”
When the dispatcher answered the phone, she asked me where the emergency was. I gave her our address. She asked me what was the emergency, and I told the dispatcher that I needed police immediately, there was a heated argument going on between two male neighbors and I was afraid that it was going to become violent at any moment. I told her that both of the men had guns and that I was afraid that someone was going to get shot. She said “they have what?” I said “guns.” She said “what?” I said “guns.” She said “what?” I said “guns. Guns. Guns. You know, like ‘bang bang you’re dead!’ Guns!”
At that point, I was starting to wonder if this was just a nightmare! I don’t have a thick accent, and I don’t stutter! I grew up around here, English is my native language. Exactly why the emergency police dispatch lady did not understand the word “gun” is beyond me!
After all that, it took the police over forty-five minutes to arrive at the scene. They talked to all four of us, and they told us that no charges were going to be filed.
Posted in Family and Friends, Home and Garden, Legal, Life and tagged 911, dispatcher, emergency police, guns, neighbor, police by Linda Bradshaw with .