White Lace and Promises

Where Every Day Begins with Promise!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

No More Pain

Tomorrow we celebrate the Home-going
 of my sweet lady.

 I called her, Sweet Lady because 
there's no better way to describe her.

She was as sweet as sugar. 
She always kissed me when I walked in the door.
She expressed her love and appreciation freely,
said, "I love you," often.

There are givers and there are takers.
Yesterday, I heard more than one person say, 
"Mrs. Martha was a giver."
She kept cakes and pies in the freezer
to give away.
Today, I enjoyed a slice of one of her pies.

Mr. John, her husband, brought home a 
whole country-cured ham one day.
It wasn't a whole ham for very long.

Every time there was a need,
Mrs. Martha would cut off some ham, 
make some biscuits, and give them away.

One day, Mr. John got an inkling for some cured ham.
He said, "Martha, I think I want you to fry me some
 of that ham I bought awhile back."

She sheepishly brought out what was left.
Her daughter said, 
"I wish you could have seen the look on his face."

Mr. John liked to ride horses.
Mrs. Martha preferred the buggy
so he would take her riding.
The family rode motorcycles together.
Of course, she preferred the two-seater.
He drove, she rode.

She worked at the local drug store
during the soda fountain days. 
She enjoyed working and making the children
coke floats and cherry sodas. 

She was a homemaker
who was purely devoted to her husband 
and her children and they were
devoted to her. 

Mr. John passed away a few years ago.
She told me many times, 
"You know I can feel him right here beside me.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of him."

Several times, over the past couple of weeks,
I saw her look up, reach up and smile.
Maybe she had a glimpse of what was waiting
for her on the other side.

What I remember most about Mrs. Martha is her smile.  
Even when she was the closest to death, she smiled.  
Even with her body writhing in pain, she still smiled.

During the final days of her life,
with a cracked voice I would sing,
she would smile.
I would read the Bible,
she would smile.

She loved the Lord, her family, her church,
all people, all children, young and old.

She knew pain down here.
Where she is at, there is no more night,
no more tears, no more pain, 
no more crying again.

Thank you, Mrs. Martha for making an impact on my life.


Monday, July 28, 2014

Linda and Deb's Linky Party


Okay, Linda, I'm joining you and Deb.  I kinda like this one even though I don't usually do the linky parties.  This looked like fun!

Aprons - Y/N? If yes, what does your favorite look like? Goodness no.  I like them.  At one time I collected them, but wear them??? Too much fat around the middle.
See I told you!

Baking - Favorite thing to bake? I bake cookies brought from the freezer section. You know, the little squares ones.  I'm just not Susie-Homemaker, for sure!

Clothesline - Y/N? No, I had one growing up and when my first born was small.  I don't like how everything feels stiff when dry.  

Donuts - Have you ever made them? Actually, I have.  I made from frozen canned biscuits, cut hole in the middle with a lid, deep fried and coated with powdered sugar.  Did the same to the holes:)

Everyday - One homemaking thing you do everyday? Clean off the kitchen table.  I hate a cluttered table. 

Freezer - Do you have a separate deep freeze? What do I need with a freezer.  My frig isn't even full.  I buy one meal at a time.

Garbage Disposal - Y/N? I have never had one.

Handbook -What is your favorite homemaking resource? It used to be my mama.  I miss her so!  Now, it's google.

Ironing - Love it or hate it? HATE, HATE, HATE IT! Did all of it as a child.  No more!

Junk drawer - Y/N - Where is it? The question should have been "How many?" Yes, ONE IN EVERY ROOM.

Kitchen - Color and decorating scheme? Blue and White.  I wanted a beach cottage kitchen.

Love - What is your favorite part of homemaking? Raising my children.  I loved being a mommy.  It's all I wanted to be. 

This is the only photo of my kids when they were small that is on my hard drive. They were 10 and 7.  

Mop - Y/N-Yes.  Mr. H did it before he got a herniated disc.  Now it's me unless I hire my niece for $5.  

Nylons - Wash by hand or in washing machine? Nylons? Too hot for those in Central Georgia. 

Oven - Do you use the window to check on things or do you open the door? The door. 

Pizza - What do you put on yours? I like specialty pizzas.  I love spinach fettuccine pizza and chicken Alfreda and mushroom. YUM!

Quiet - What do you do during the day when you get a quiet moment? Pray, Read, and Nap

Recipe Card Box - Y/N- I have my mama's. 

Style of house-Ranch style, eclectic style. Of course, the shabby chic is my favorite room.

Tablecloth and napkins - Y/N- Table cloth, but nothing when we eat.  We don't have guests.  Our home is so small that we usually eat in the den/living room. This is for-display-only photo.

Under the kitchen sink - Organized or toxic wasteland?- YIKES!  Afraid to look!

Vacuum - How many times per week? Once

Wash - How many loads per week? Probably two per day.  

X's - Do you make a daily to do list and check it off as you do things? Sometimes.  I feel better when I do.

Yard - Y/N Who does What? Mr. H.  I hate to sweat! No, I'm not a prissy girl.  Just hate the heat.

ZZZ - What is the last homemaking task you do before you go to bed? Declutter the den.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Light Reveals Authentic Milk Glass

This was the start of 
my collection of milkglass.

My baby girl and her husband 
gave me this set for Christmas 
a few years ago.

My love affair with milkglass began 
in a little cottage called 
The White Rabbit.

It is a small cottage in my small town
located on the outskirts of the county
and almost hidden from view.
Mrs. Perry's favorite collection was milkglass and
she shared some of her knowledge with me. 

Milkglass is as diverse as the different opinions 
about it's originality.
Some experts claim that milkglass is not authentic
unless it is opaque while some disagree.

Small lights ran through the shelves
over, under and inside the white pieces
in the small cottage.
The light revealed the blueish tint of the glass.
Her claim was that "real" milkglass has a blueish 
or pinkish hue when held to the light.

Can you see the blue tint around the laced edge?
When held to the light, it is almost transparent.

I bid and won the square bowl on Ebay. 
I didn't really read the measurements. 
I bought it for $4 and thought I was 
getting a 3 or 4 inch bowl.

I was pleasantly surprised when I opened 
the box to find a nice 7-8 inch bowl.
At the time it was valued at $165.
Now completed listings on Ebay are around $65.

No matter the monetary value, 
it makes me smile. 
This makes it valuable to me. 

Most pieces of the milk glass that I own 
look opaque, but when held to the light
it presents with a translucent blue hue.

Light is amazing. 
Light reveals what is real and what is not.

"For no one can lay any foundation other than
the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ.
If any man builds on this foundation using 
gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, 
his work will be shown for what it is
because the Day will bring it to light."
1 Corinthians 3:11-13

On the Day, that which is hidden in darkness
will be exposed by the LIGHT.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

A Chippy, White Mirror

I bought the first mirror today 
for my mirror collage. 

It's very old, the glass is loose and 
new wire needs to be added for hanging.

Although you can't tell here, 
the mirror is beveled
and the chippy is just right. 

I can't hang it yet until it is repaired 
and Callie is getting too close for comfort!
Uh uh, no missy prissy !

The Nashville Flea Market is today.
I asked my kids to be on the lookout
for more mirrors.

Hope you are having a happy weekend.