I love how the British refer to their yard as their garden. It sounds quaint, whimsical and just kind of romantic. Spending time in the garden doesn't necessarily mean getting your hands in the dirt but just enjoying time outside relaxing on a vintage glider in the sun. Today was a lovely Autumn day with a tease of coolness in the morning brought in on a damp fog which burned away to a warm day by late afternoon. A day ideal to dress in layers. With both children in school I worked much of the morning at the computer. It is strange that I'm not alone any more in the house. Of course there is Dave in his basement office but on the main floor of the house it usually is just me. Sometimes Sydney our tortie will grace my presence by popping in to give me a warm meow and a flick of her tail before chasing a dust ball or seeking a warm windowsill in the sunshine elsewhere. I'm not used to her company and she'd rather do cat things than book things. Elffin on the other hand has enjoyed my company very much. He fell asleep under my computer chair and I couldn't move the chair with worry of rolling over him. He finally moved and found another spot to nap. He keeps running off with my slippers or gnawing on boxes lying about my office full of books. I feel like a newbie with a puppy not quite sure how to discipline him. We refer to the term gentle discipline with our children but how does one do that with a puppy? How do you teach a puppy not to eat your beloved Born boots by gently saying "no"? I've luckily had friends either give or loan me puppy books and I guess I need to hurry up and read them to answer some of my questions. He's grown far too quickly in the two weeks since he came to live with us. I feel like he has grown twice his size. Is that possible? He has settled down very well with us and now I can't imagine not having a dog in our home.
While I was taking a picture of a vintage quilt I picked up at the Goodwill Outlet for $2.00, he was keeping me company.
It is rather an odd quilt consisting of four very large squares all of different fabric. It's tied together with large yellow yarn.
It has that very soft feel of vintage fabric that I adore. I wonder how many washing a blanket needs to feel that soft. I found it at the bottom of one of the large blue bins looking a little worse for wear. I quickly got hold of one corner, grabbed it by the arm full and stuffed it in my cart before anyone else could make a dash for it. I'm sure I'm not to blame by bragging about the outlet here in blogland but everyone seems to have discovered the Goodwill Outlet. Each time I have been there in the last few months there appears to be more and more people filling cart after cart of very low price thrifted goods. It's taken a bit of the fun away but not enough to stop me from making the trek there to shop. With Goodwill keeping so many good things back to sell on-line, at least there is still someplace to find something vintage. I think that the outlet gets their rejected items from local stores but also possibly direct from the Goodwill donation trucks. Most items are not priced and every so often you can find a real gem. I've never walked away disappointed which is pretty special for a thrifter.
I think Elffie was looking at me strangely while I took a photo of linens in the garden/yard.
Slowly our homestead mini farm is growing. If I had my ultimate wish we would have five acres with a horse, some goats, a sheep and ducks. Land here is too pricey though so for now I'm content with our small flock of chickens, our tortie cat, our outside-cat-that-came-with-the-house and now our adorable and lovable puppy. Blissful Sigh...