Male Menopause or Why I Killed Him.


Living room in a Bowen residence, ca. 1905

Living room in a Bowen residence, ca. 1905 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I haven’t been near a keyboard for over a week. Why? Because my husband and I decided to change ( he say’s redecorate) our living room. I mean, he decided to change the living room and I said OK. In my defense, I was half asleep at the time.

I don’t know what comes over him sometimes. He likes change. I don’t. He thrives on chaos, I don’t. He sits and thinks (that what he says he’s doing) and then suddenly jumps up and starts moving stuff around. I admit, I tend to move things first, then move them back when it doesn’t look right. Maybe he has that part right, but it won’t work as a justifiable motive in my murder trial.

Anyway, we are finished (I am anyway) and maybe – just maybe, we can get back to normality around here. We did manage – between trips to the home store, to put in some new – beautiful 1950’s kitchen and bath linens, and our Mothers Day sale is still on, so I guess some things still work right. I’ve got to end this for now because he wants to move the TV – again.  He didn’t like my spot.  It must be male menopause.  Does anyone else have a husband like this?  I’d like to know so I can mount my defense ahead of time.


There are some great ideas here, especially for all those mismatched items I have hanging around.

Treasure Shoppe

One may not think of the Treasure Shoppe as a resource for art supplies, but it may be one of the most contemporary places for materials.
Many recent magazines have featured flea market type treasures as the basis for new, creative workings. “Repurpose” is the catch word of the day. What can the Treasure Shoppe offer to help promote artistic inspiration? Plenty…
Vintage suitcases can be reused for travel, of course, but they can be converted into end tables, wall shelves, and the cutest doggie (or kitty) beds.
Mismatched tea cups and saucers make really cool bird feeders, party favors (let each guest take home a reminder of a special event such as a shower or birthday party), pretty planters for African violets, or a decorative container for bath salts in the guest powder room.
For those who enjoy doing mosaic pieces, there is a large selection of inexpensive china, vases, cups…

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Mothballs and Persimmons


Ripe Hachiya persimmons on a tree in December

Ripe Hachiya persimmons on a tree in December (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Persimmons.  That was the smell, persimmon.  I stood with my nose buried into the cloth, taking in the smell that brought me back to my childhood.  Even thought I wash and iron all my stock I could still smell it.  My mother used to pack her linens with a persimmon scent.  Where she got it from, what she used, I don’t know.  I didn’t want to put the towel down.

Mothballs, the next smell that came to me, brought me back to my grandmother’s house.  Trying to sleep; on those rare times that we would sleep over and she would drag out the guest bedding.  Bedding stored with packets of mothballs.  To this day, the smell conjures up the memory of her; which in turn, brings up the scent of Noxima, the stuff she smeared on her face at night to remove her multiple layers of makeup.  Of course, she had to kiss us kid’s goodnight before she took the goop off.  Why?  I don’t know.  To this day, I can’t stand the smell of Noxima.  Into the rewash pile this piece of linen goes.  I’ll wash it with my new lavender-scented softener.  I love the smell of lavender.  It calms me.  I need calming.

If you ever see me in The Treasure Shoppe with my face buried in my linen stock, giggling – don’t worry about me.  I’m not the crazy woman in space B4.  I’m simply taking my occasional trip down memory lane.  .

The Reason I Collect and Sell


The other day, I was in the store straightening up the linens and repackaging some lace that someone had left out, when Kitchen Towelsa woman came in a started browsing.  I greeted her and she replied in kind then without another word, went about her browsing seemingly with purpose.  I went back to my straightening up and yet occasionally I could hear her softly chuckling to herself, as she would pick up one tablecloth or drapery at a time.  Soon, she started fingering the napkins and then the bed linens; all the while softly talking to herself or, as I said before, softly chuckling.  Eventually she got close to me and I commented, “Beautiful aren’t they?”  She looked at me and with a slight twinkle in her eye said, “Oh my, do I sound like an idiot?  I’m so sorry, but I must sound like an old nut job.  When I came in here earlier this week, I had to stop myself from smiling out loud.  I keep forgetting that other people are around.”  I told her not to worry, that she didn’t sound like a nut, when she continued to explain, “It’s the linens dear, the lace, they so much remind me of when I was a little girl, helping my mother wash and press the linens.  Every Wednesday was our wash day and my job was to iron and fold the little tea napkins and kitchen towels, when I wasn’t in school.” 

I could see the memories in her eyes as she very carefully folded each towel back up and neatly placed it back on to the stack.  I could tell she was doing it the same way she did as a child.  Rose (that was her name) eventually bought two 50’s hand towels and a couple of lace dress tops I had salvaged.  She said she was going to make a gown with a lace top for her granddaughter.  As I thanked her for her purchases, she stopped me and said, “No, thank you for the memories.  I’m going back home at the end of this week, and this little shop has added a special memory to my trip. 

I have to admit that prior to Rose coming in, as I was ‘cleaning’ up after people, I had asked myself if all the work I put into this shop was worth it.  In one brief encounter, Rose made it all worthwhile.  Thank you Rose – wherever you are.  You are the reason I collect and sell vintage linens.  You managed to put a smile on my face on a day when I needed it the most.

Patriotic Teddy Bears


Estate auctions and antique stores are often great places to find vintage linens and bedding.  This beautiful Patriotic Teddy Bear Queen size Quilt with Pillow Shams is a good example of a find that will be going into our store this week.  Beautifully stitched and thick, it appears to have never been used.  Priced at only $159.00 we don’t expect it to last long.Patriotic Teddy Bear Queen Quilt w/ Shams