Friday, October 28, 2016

Friday Finds

vintage finds, vintage dolls, pewter pitcher, Americana
A few smalls for my Friday Finds.

From a church sale I bought six Album of Americana dolls.

The dolls have never been out of the boxes.

However the boxes are in poor condition.

Inside each box top is the history of the woman featured.

Molly Pitcher.

 Mary Todd Lincoln.

Betsy Ross.

Barbara Fritchie. 

(Hint at the bottom of post if she is not familiar.)

Dolly Madison.

Martha Washington.

All of the dolls are quite glamorous especially Martha.

These are from the 1950's.

A brass basket.

A quart-sized pewter pitcher marked James Yates.

The tankard/pitcher needs further research into the value.

On my way for boiled peanuts and BBQ for the Saturday football games, I stopped at a community yard sale.

An old cotton lace-edged slip.

I followed a guy around to see if he would put down the lovely hand-knit sweater he was carrying around.  

When he went to check out, he noticed a small hole and decided he did not want it.

I do!  I do!

Always needing baskets for displays.

And books.

This is the third week I have shopped at this house. 

They are moving and assure me everything is gone.

We'll see. 

They told me the same thing the previous week.

And a huge box of magazines.

As always I am torn between hunting for junk and watching football this weekend.

Nothing yet looks too interesting.

See y'all!

Barbara Frietchie 
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple- and peach-tree fruited deep,

Fair as a garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain wall,—

Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.

Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,

Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.

Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;

In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.

Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.

Under his slouched hat left and right
He glanced: the old flag met his sight.

“Halt!”— the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
“Fire!”— out blazed the rifle-blast.

It shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.

Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;

She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.

“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country’s flag,” she said.

A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;

The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman’s deed and word:

“Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.

All day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:

All day long that free flag tost
Over the heads of the rebel host.

Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;

And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night.

Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,
And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.

Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.

Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!

Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town!

Now you know about Barbara Fritchie including her name is spelled two ways! 



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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Tung Oil Trees

tung oil, trees, Aiken
You get your tung oil straight out of the can, Right?

Did you know how it got there?

Down one block here in Aiken, South Carolina, is a line of tung oil trees.

Back in the summer I posted a photo on Instagram of the fruit growing on the tree.

The first blush of color on the green fruit.

The photo from August shows a lot of color.

The trees stand about twenty feet high and have lovely large leaves.

The trees are mostly round in shape.

Last week I noticed the fruit had ripened and was falling to the ground.

The color is very pretty, but they quickly continue ripening ...

Until they are brown and ready for processing.

At this point the city usually comes along to gather them up before ruining the cars parked underneath. 

The fruit will split easily into three to seven pieces.

Peel off the outer husk to get ...

These hard-covered wedges.

Peel the hard cover and the paper-like cover off to reveal ...

A very hard kernel.

Yes, it is covered by yet another hard shell.

I smashed it between two bricks to reveal (FINALLY!) the inner white core.

In the processing plant this would be pressed for the oil.

So now you know where your tung oil originates.

I'll never bemoan the price of tung oil again.

A whole lot of work.

Interesting facts about the tung oil tree can be found HERE.

Like "tung" is Chinese for "heart" - the leaves are heart-shaped.

See y'all!


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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Fine Feathered Fellow


stool makeover, distressed painting, stenciling, feather motifOutside looks like this - blue and orange.

Finally a cold snap.

Finally feels like fall.

Finally finished this little fellow.


1950's era small stool.

Very well built - not a wiggle in him.

Sanded .


Painted with my "happy" blue oops paint.

The same as Miss Citron's drawers.


Pull out my giant feather stencil.

Centered the middle one and taped off the rest.

Couple of coats of white.

Tip for the lazy: Don't clean the paint off your stencil each time?

Cover the dried paint with blue tape.

Rub hard.

Peel off.

Most of the time the old paint comes off too!

Heavily sanded with a sanding block.

Three coats of a satin spray varnish.

Perfect for a pumpkin display.

This fine feathered fellow finished for fall.

See y'all!


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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Quickies - Gray Shadows

quick makeover, primitive tray, shadow painting
Quickies project for this week involves gray shadows.

And a bird!

A primitive tray once used for peat pot starters.

Then a photo backdrop.

I had it propped up for a photo when I noticed the shadow of a crepe myrtle.

Decided it needed a wash of gray paint.

Ran in the house to grab a clip-on bird.

Kept moving him until he sat on the right branch.

A perfect shadow!

Lightly penciled around the shadow.

Painted with a darker gray.

Highlighted with a black Sharpie.

Mixed a black glaze.

REMEMBER: Only use a glaze AFTER coating your piece with several coats of varnish.

I used spray satin.

Dab the glaze on with a foam brush.

Wait a minute and begin carefully removing.

Do a section at a time trying to maintain the same look over all the surfaces.

The after - I think I might like it better as a wall hanging than a tray.

The glaze settled into the crevices.

After enjoying the gray shadows tray for a few days, I sent it over to the booth to find a new home.

Notice I refrained from any mention of Dark Shadows and Barnabas Collins.

See y'all!


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