<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:12:30 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Bloom and Bee Swanky</category><category>White Wednesday</category><category>art</category><category>antiques</category><category>Handpainted</category><category>antique dishes</category><category>painting</category><category>Homer Laughlin Virginia Rose egg cup</category><category>Restoration Hardware</category><category>apothecary</category><category>giveaway</category><category>open house</category><category>paint</category><category>painted 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isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-7999678526083183237</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2014 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-03-26T14:06:35.818-05:00</atom:updated><title>Where Did I Hang My Plates?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; I “floated” them up the staircase.&amp;nbsp;  For now.  </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2014/03/where-did-i-hang-my-plates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-y8PxItrI2j5-S0it1H4MKTWUVF0wyLBqhGYb6_khd443CEXpxaW1aV-gqH3FeAKAYbzq1P63qo_iITsBr3kW3CuZlYgZLFMR91-JDsY6jtKDc2OSNwbY2CZegWRco7VrtHmbEK61N4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-1437295680747988960</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Aug 2013 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-14T20:15:20.260-05:00</atom:updated><title>Itty Bitty Paper Cutter</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; The hubby and I recently celebrated an anniversary.&amp;nbsp; We have been married 46 wonderful years…ok, so it is really 23, but we always double it, you know, &#39;cause there are 2 of us.&amp;nbsp; So we have been married {double} wonderful years, {half} for him and {half} for me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, maybe we are the only ones that have fun with that, but we do have fun! Now I guess most of you</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2013/08/itty-bitty-paper-cutter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr08I5Mn5rN3_qvXtnFIJ3J0zVVvyK9ocXxhc1YrUC7rTlBFjSN3ZvfTtS5DSie3SORHhb4cFybCUoXffD6J_O2BaifQGnZZzkFhSrcvcV4NYuddwQ5U0snCUMNFWD2-qTy09GQG-KBGs/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-3441144227591588546</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2013 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-27T20:27:54.974-05:00</atom:updated><title>Katy…..for Tom</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; I. LOVE. DOGS. When I see something about a dog on Facebook or blogs or whatever, it grabs my attention.&amp;nbsp; Of course I love the cute puppy pictures.&amp;nbsp; Of course I love to laugh at funny dog videos.&amp;nbsp; And of course my heart breaks when a beloved family pet is hurt or is lost.&amp;nbsp;  Enough said. I have finally gotten around to painting another of our precious dogs</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2013/03/katyfor-tom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2H0HNxXf9E9mcvkkB1cVkOSe9aiILcB9OPTOMxwmZiBluqqg-uy3GM9yn7VH0YSAmSkcjcvq9QM603MWuaPF21PKMZn9naOgVGM8gnPczHxbB9qIdQBKn9rSHhiBeD17RkVYkGNa-07U/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-32127755824642927</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-27T16:35:47.728-06:00</atom:updated><title>A Little More Christmas…</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; You know you want to see even more Christmas photos, right? Here’s just a few more around my house.  I had just found this old chalkboard with chalk holder tray, so I just drew a tree on it for the holidays. &amp;nbsp;  My hubby had recently bought this old thread spool holder for me, so I just made some beeswax candles and added a glittered crown. &amp;nbsp;  These little shades were actually </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-little-more-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzneRPw0oHv0qu6v7310LVP9L9wbxNG0j9ggOsmD9IwybC4tN2nJ1zysCPyrL4xjmW45S3zGMvwJ9XGcEk-S0y3hWRWc3MS9f5SQAyOd0vt2P7dyFJNpCsW2LkG_DUuthxiWYM81R8abk/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-964492679363031067</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2012 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-20T00:00:58.925-06:00</atom:updated><title>Kringle…Gangnam Style</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; Meet Kringle.  &amp;nbsp; He’s our household elf at Christmastime. We’re grandparents, so he has a few more wrinkles and flaws than your standard elf on a shelf.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe he is just tired. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But wait!  Elfie Gangnam Style! &amp;nbsp;  Entirely too much TV. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Technorati Tags: Gangnam Style,Elf on the Shelf  </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/12/kringlegangnam-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm14e9dq6t9n7izPfMHQcO82LhQand0pPdLFNKMJefglJBT3mu3645YoAkflvGgyuOM5PGwdkNMocnWcJmwyvQXKfxNcFAKC3ycWMrYDBPxzqAyjqrWKY1x20tyiVVJxZllQX-ScPh0Tc/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-1194237340126851069</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 07:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-08T01:33:10.067-06:00</atom:updated><title>Day 6 of the Advent Calendar said “Tea Party.”  So….</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The food is the same stuff they eat all the time, just in a different setting.&amp;nbsp;         &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;   &amp;nbsp; That is my brother, Reid.   Game of the Day:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Put the Nose on Rudolph &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; Missed.  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; More snacks.        &amp;nbsp; And now:&amp;nbsp; DANCING! &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Just a little more </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/12/day-6-of-advent-calendar-said-tea-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68xbl3sut_iUW_tO4xf0ZiFaaQBsEb0hHuijw99gU-Dq1xbnMyvam3ZFxgDIYel3etl0SEnZseo_XNkqv_FozPn7J66-uujT3KVNihntRbSIbNd-YU9f03q-CqUBX83_PrSKDKCDGEFg/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-2164845133882403464</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2012 17:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-30T12:58:26.132-05:00</atom:updated><title>In Memory of Carol</title><atom:summary type="text"> A tornado touched down near my apartment in Corsicana, Texas in 1973.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, it did very little damage.&amp;nbsp; And also fortunately, in the courtyard during the tornado alarm, I met Carol Jennings Kittley Jodon. We became forever friends.&amp;nbsp; She was such a multi-faceted individual.&amp;nbsp; She was smart, pretty, talented, outgoing.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention outgoing? We started with many </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/09/in-memory-of-carol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuYJjbJXHKDKp1sldxyE1z0stMwhC-XCSd916HMJ94gzR9FRuwnxfkAhHCMOiLpjz-palTj7e33Z0u-ZweM-Zw5HI8Y1iV1DvibT0Xm7bRnoPhLAAD328tkj76xPpRGRwYcQHhN0VJtk/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-7525735964287544575</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2012 00:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-03T19:59:27.691-05:00</atom:updated><title>Patriotic=Black and White?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; If you have seen many of my blog posts, you will know that my design esthetic contains very little red, white and blue.&amp;nbsp; Oh, I&amp;nbsp; AM patriotic, but the color palette (or lack of color palette) in my home these days contains mostly whites, greys, beiges, blacks and other muted sort of non-colors.&amp;nbsp; Some may think that is boring in décor but, for me, it is calming and makes me </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/07/patrioticblack-and-white.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArSYMT9l0G-K49ewsH3jPm-BR0Wglg0lF3f67-KzVcleplU0l_c9-hVGtHKqfRffnrkDayIKzl-22cElwirZoYO8dQKHqxyv7zaTA7eaRA35DZIUkrgl6sv7sI2DRO6eUn7tT7afLwzM/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-1909374446629173003</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-23T16:20:37.139-05:00</atom:updated><title>Insomnia</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  You know how it happens.&amp;nbsp; You can’t sleep.&amp;nbsp; You decide to watch all those TV shows you have dvr’d.&amp;nbsp; But you can’t get interested.&amp;nbsp; You decide to read.&amp;nbsp; But you’re too sleepy to read. You try counting sheep. &amp;nbsp; I tried painting sheep… &amp;nbsp; Just simple sheep… &amp;nbsp; On a painting of trees…  Someone’s watching….  One sheep…  Two sheep…  Three sheep….  Too many </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/05/insomnia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBB4yPYDLSiL8XUkVHceUO2tKo8VxgnDtftTdOJ3A095MMLVqsYIY4_c_vzkgnkcDhVFmGt64kAlXot8NCY3_qS_3Wsw8Nnt2gtU75ds4sj1u1S9pRy5bAzJxrWLlsVdDngnzoqzSpdo/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-1322412950327068965</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-02T19:26:53.721-05:00</atom:updated><title>From the redneck.chic Herself</title><atom:summary type="text">
I cannot believe how long it has been since I have written on my blog.&amp;nbsp; Some of you know that I have been otherwise encumbered.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I want to show you this:


I bought this old toolbox here as I was passing through Hillsboro a while back (in Texas, we say “a while back” when we can’t remember and it’s not important for the story anyway) from none other than the red neck.chic </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/04/from-redneckchic-herself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jvhVGwIc3ecvr6uHwyhOWysI6Qp7G8vcAUvBH-oXqqfIqvWg8PVvy255u4MNm3VzbPs7TfvDy7fXEZAiKRKEiOcWk4xE27j2_Ur4OdDyiG3-73EkuHc8rbctsJwwc_7rDFPBth09S78/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-7232677796992882964</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-01T16:24:45.849-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mini cupcake stand</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">red velvet cup cakes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tea party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Valentine&#39;s Day Tea Party</category><title>Valentines to a T</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;It all started with the lure of a shiny of a shiny object.&amp;nbsp; Doesn’t it always?



Around the age of 2, each grandchild asked about the silver tea pot.
I tried to explain the purpose of it, but I had not actually used it in a long time.
So before Reid became too “old” and after Caroline was just “old” enough, I decided to have a tea party for just them.&amp;nbsp; And I decided to do it on </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2012/03/valentines-to-t.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsE4lh9g8lNKw52zzdkzrswaO71c_yC37lUWjP70v4OqHju5eMYhmCigpT7pBczCIBic5-g9fWRgnKKuvsEre7CekHVC03kakOcB57VbKDlETqwkg5CXQBJoFm734CrYEGEFtvosHcCyg/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-1763010686030349605</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T21:04:13.465-06:00</atom:updated><title>A Creature Was Stirring</title><atom:summary type="text">
Somewhere in the house


I heard funny sounds


But it wasn’t a mouse


We’d loaded a tree


The new skinny one


Bought just for them


We’d had so much fun


And so we decided



To put out more trees


But I’d promised a surprise



And I’d heard their pleas

In this high-tech world

We all need a break


And they get such a kick

Out of things that they make


So Christmas came early


For </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/12/creature-was-stirring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip9eHyIqNOHDmqg2G1qlT9VEG_fYEQMUXW0YLkpHVPRpDtN4f76_tpuM3_0raWMtPTBF_f20eamyKP0sKG0aRz8yOHn84aDsLCjyNUWtoktQKV9R45QgBrPHIkfTDJ50fyjrT7EXZjcEU/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-8535350555498336371</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 05:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-22T23:17:54.037-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Closest I Will Get to My Christmas Dishes This Year</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; Do you ever just stop and do a double-take when you are looking at a magazine because you see something familiar? I do.&amp;nbsp; And I would bet you do too.&amp;nbsp;  Recently, I was casually looking at a Country Living and suddenly came to a halt when I saw this:  Yep.&amp;nbsp; Homer Laughlin Currier and Ives red transferware. Just like mine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, actually I do not have the teapot. </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/12/closest-i-will-get-to-my-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9qmmsoVmnyfl8ZbOiuMFOezOYD2Ai7AFt-UCvqIAH3qWicqZJeBROnZvfDVrUJU8E1M4yR_PAYdF2_jNWSVEHyVoiE-p6kb3FzhK-imAiKAIHtOfDp7PHS_0TYhR9rtyO5EZg4ao56A/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-6569548248636852967</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T22:59:13.646-06:00</atom:updated><title>A Foggy Morn</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; Hubby and I have always wanted a room with a view.&amp;nbsp; In the past, we just enjoyed a view (if we could get one) from hotel windows.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Recently, we completely renovated a condo (I’ll post photos of the redo later) and it just happens to have a large master bedroom with very tall ceilings and a huge picture window. &amp;nbsp; The other morning a big of fog rolled in.  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/12/foggy-morn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf_0FMF1MOELc5SB7LTralsxsKT4K4RIpX8bW0_CvHutJ-dQ5xuMMG1_ddvBrzb_CYQWtayDX0dtey-XhKtKlrg5dtQKk5tZ5hn2C5xIpP5AuhqOGFX8DHgxbG8mqhuUpa1u8qM5npd8/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-5518737154768811097</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-18T16:43:15.650-06:00</atom:updated><title>Letterpress Art Leftovers</title><atom:summary type="text">
Do you ever have leftover pieces from the projects you have completed?
I do.
Do you ever have projects you planned but never completed? 
I do.
Do you ever wait so long to work on a project that the finished product would no longer be “in style” when you get around to do it? 
I do.
That last one is a little embarrassing.
At one time, I had quite a few letterpress blocks that I used in some </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-ever-have-leftover-pieces-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxKPzCrmbuBDqeiRzaTcLT7LKtIB69682-AKRGtegIahSvwaqL__eYzbmGFJ_DywtgzLmJG2DLdr1-BCMD2CDumNKl6ZpN4oDRuFtPrqu9UaAzb4j88q46lpY1VTW2fmYL9YHTvO7CL4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-9064665279681413856</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-31T17:20:53.672-05:00</atom:updated><title>H O O T</title><atom:summary type="text">

Happy Halloween!&amp;nbsp; I’ll be busy with babygrands later today,&amp;nbsp; so I just wanted to send a greeting before today’s festivities.&amp;nbsp; By the way, is it just me, or nowadays does it seem Halloween lasts for about a week?
I won’t bore you with more photos of my white pumpkins (although I do love them and I enjoy looking at all the blog photos of yours, so yall please keep ‘em comin’ ‘cause</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/10/h-o-o-t.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AFDwwU-CqaSe__noZTaLtzFFtpk-bqEh-eDcaY-wXWygZoaAVk23EZwGkn3Z2_HjVgKJTpMrVWAB5Vm2LrDaBoIJI8tbxE9xw5mboXMgmGmooq29pfSzun5lm01pIxb2HdTDUW6sU9s/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-5847885959379681177</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-08T16:47:13.119-05:00</atom:updated><title>My Electric Bill Came Today</title><atom:summary type="text"> Texas heat is attempting to&amp;nbsp; break records.&amp;nbsp; I am speechless. &amp;nbsp; P.S.&amp;nbsp; I am happy though to be the proud owner of this pup painted by my daughter.&amp;nbsp; I made a very good trade for it.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I saved it.&amp;nbsp; She has a habit of painting over her previous paintings.&amp;nbsp; The horror! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;   Technorati Tags: original art,bulldog painting,</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-electric-bill-came-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzWIb5glGCkXhDqUZF4xcQpDjD406-cRvzykJAF-VuxtRQ_9FTjEkkULfD5S7HTIumE9qEJCGQc0RSFrHaNdN6B7TnwHc5KBZUIIgF1NXGBxzMhzh43SNSjwdITDBfHhrRifa39o05-4s/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-2398005234087288414</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-03T17:01:21.935-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tea for Two or Twenty-Two</title><atom:summary type="text">
Last week my daughter, Amanda and her friend, Krista hosted a brunch for another friend, Elizabeth who is getting married soon.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to have a tea party and, of course, I still have millions of&amp;nbsp; a number of vintage thingies.&amp;nbsp; So I was recruited.&amp;nbsp; And after months and months of moving boxes and unpacking and putting up, I found myself pulling down and packing and </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/08/tea-for-two-or-twenty-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaYC5bvurMu8H4ufMEJ4gOXlcTefgqaBxlasSMvKkggOCoQtv_4eVLnfuljewV5IKSGH4k-XZKzvUSX6WLDEiGQOdW50XjtFquh3jY5MC4L6QpcuvDxCycaR0RrhTd__aKLqnIphOHudA/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-5118694859016432097</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-06T21:45:31.656-05:00</atom:updated><title>Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  Like many of you, I love vintage signs.&amp;nbsp; My favorite one that I own is this large one (5 feet long) that my hubby brought to me a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; Funny story.&amp;nbsp; He had stopped by an old car dealership building in downtown Waco that someone had purchased to remodel and make into lofts.&amp;nbsp; Hubby was so interested in the beautiful old building, the new owner gave him a tour.</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/07/signs-signs-everywhere-signs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtGLL3zBAh-8XwyZICxmuauc-z0OeX6OT6NZMICrMmBxd6zORpgpTKFOy-1wBjWlVmL8UrgYB6qSpHnRLcBu-3fynKPDl7k-Wnz3YnZpdonoC72XfcaCvJjHmxjuO9QfNteH9pNe0Rhc/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-8676912002930630782</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 16:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T14:34:20.000-05:00</atom:updated><title>Yes, I Painted the Drop Cloth</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have had this chair for a century long time.&amp;nbsp; In fact, when I bought this chair, you could hardly find this type of Frenchie chair anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking some day I would paint it.&amp;nbsp; So I put it in storage and guess where it stayed.&amp;nbsp; You can see why.
I finally decided to paint it and I chose Sherwin Williams “Jogging Path.”&amp;nbsp; It is the faintest of greys. 


Don’t </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-i-painted-drop-cloth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupiCQCtAVskKQ4PhyphenhyphenTHpPUgBpeFAiTiiV6lgOJefnnNC9aRfv-UuvSPg77rBy9FcqnnJW4x2OjZeULHU7_KD8u66tc_NpZDMfM4vy_TTqSVseMIp2Xdo9q7zE0_b8u7vOycnL_XcF-3Q/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-5194303932102828045</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 21:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-09T16:41:27.266-05:00</atom:updated><title>To Keep Me From Painting It</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; I love lamps.&amp;nbsp; I have always loved lamps.&amp;nbsp; I have had quite a few antique lamps.&amp;nbsp; I have sold quite a few antique lamps.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is beginning to sound like a children’s book.&amp;nbsp; See Spot Run. &amp;nbsp; I don’t usually mind painting lamps if I think I would like them better or if they would fit my décor or someone else’s décor better.&amp;nbsp; Everyone has been </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-keep-me-from-painting-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4OrilCoW-z7A7ILsyPK1FCFO_s-L4jzPCrFDfbUavBjT9GsN9Zs2WfYOTtgAWSSmEYGn-x4Zhog7D4a0pL8ou9RPWXixA7mRAneVSWDP7sc342X0P6gnqvUnRoyUupRjdLl75f0g-O4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-472565471923065033</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-01T12:57:32.730-05:00</atom:updated><title>Do You See Koala Faces?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  It is White Wednesday again over at Kathleen’s Faded Charm.&amp;nbsp; Why, yes, thank you, I would like to join the fun.&amp;nbsp; Hubby has been at it again and brought me something he knows I love—little metal drawers.&amp;nbsp; It’s all in the name of organization, of course.  Maybe it is because I’m an animal lover.&amp;nbsp; I see a Koala face. &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  What?&amp;nbsp; They were not</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-you-see-koala-faces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuD3xnErB-7ds9EMU95nUAkY5D2TOMJQ3aKWUancXZLsJXr259Of6i2X8eSdhkYUi_jWuUCdpwtJV_E8K7z_1snI1EKrscpvHokeGKuugPgVRTZVCs0Y3dyDbh3sc94qXHX0Ve7xOfOQ/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-5969434239817137315</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 06:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-04T01:01:14.680-05:00</atom:updated><title>White Horse and a Cheery Me</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; For White Wednesday at Faded Charm, I thought I would write a post about my new acquisition.&amp;nbsp; Yes, this Jonathan Adler horse bowl (from his Menagerie Collection) is mine.&amp;nbsp; I am cheery indeed.&amp;nbsp;   &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; The first time I saw it was a couple of years ago.&amp;nbsp; My daughter had just purchased it.&amp;nbsp; I liked it, but I didn’t think too much about it.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/05/white-horse-and-cheery-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfL2nT0LlpopIoHoLLYT_6hZ6T9zjE24Kaf8S5RNl6LUvu0ronNNORi07D7jiq_xIVA0gMdzES3wcD389ltsICuj5QuMk-QW5zRi9q27kisf37dYx-aLCouxPoK0sfWc_c1PmM46w6nOI/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-6583333875961466282</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-25T17:44:26.224-05:00</atom:updated><title>More Cows</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You know how I love my cow painting, right?&amp;nbsp; Well, my daughter, Amanda, is the one who taught me to paint in that particular style and to just have fun with it.&amp;nbsp; She has been at it painting cows again.&amp;nbsp; She says she loves to paint anything with a face.&amp;nbsp; This painting of a cow and calf&amp;nbsp; I think is especially sweet.&amp;nbsp; Love the cow tag, Amanda! &amp;nbsp;  This</atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-cows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4eFR_MR6fjFSxm77-fUGK5PG3vunmwHIBGp37FwsxSkxK1ZLKc2YiYDSCxCber6uzt67EdzVnsqweIYGK6BXaRrLUgUtC1W9sWZao53O24YAV5vVRoHWdnoiULILRYIAO44TAzifN1D0/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860124233607798793.post-5121047480974947569</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2011 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-09T23:41:49.003-05:00</atom:updated><title>Advertising Art</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; Okay, so my house is full of paintings I have done. And my house is full of paintings my daughter  has done. I am still a sucker for all kinds of art I find in thrift stores. Here is an interesting one I found recently. &amp;nbsp;  I was drawn to the colors. I loved the simple mat and black frame. I hardly ever leave anything in its original condition,  but I didn’t do a thing to it. Then I </atom:summary><link>http://clustres.blogspot.com/2011/04/advertising-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (clustres)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Iq3m8mm5s4saqFqq9vAi-IDAP5a_v0FHfTcJsp9yQuRhs6jYCdNCPWjCEG1hwP-nUE_KZCKbXSgiX8aJUhpBm_Udlp0EuyBXE83nN8ZG6ojUTf_3JGjhuSH7oZ0punlyBxK8PSa3ny8/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>