Not the pink I wanted, but...

     I got plans, to go to the Roundtop show today, no such luck. I have underestimate the amount of work left to do at the old shop. We have two 18 wheeler containers to be emptied out and to sell cheap, I mean CHEAP, everything inside. I do not have the storage or square footage in the new place.
     I thought, ok, let me replace the pictures of beautiful junk with pictures of something beautiful, beyond beautiful if you asked me. I decided on his name. JUJU,and I love him, already. Let me show you some more, cute alert.

                Texas proud baby! He is going to be polyglot. English for the USA, Spanish for PR and French for the place of origin of his kind.

      The siblings, just after a bath and grooming.  2 boys and two girls. We are getting the two boys, one for me and one for my mama. Mama's boy is name Waidy.

  Little Juju and me wish you a Happy Pink Saturday. Thanks to Ms Kathleen@ How Sweet the Sound for hosting the fun party for all of us pink chicks. Blessings, Marta.

A day of shopping in Cleburne

            Ah...my favorite time of the year. The big shows, one after the other, shoppers paradise. I love the Cleburne show because is not as overwhelming as the Roundtop show. Not that been overwhelm will ever keep me away. This year many of my favorite vendors didn't show so I was a little sad about that. It was so hot, I spend the day trying to stay hydrated, not a very good job at that.

This was my favorite booth. I promised myself I was going to be a good girl, hum, I still managed to buy two bears and some other stuff from the booth. What i really wanted was the most awesome couch full of pillows. It was 350.00. Too much for me.

When we went downtown we came across a shabby chick girl with the most beautiful stuff. I want verything, walked away with 3 pieces.

She is the one I really wanted, the dealer will not part with her. Can you blame me?

 Well friends, it will be until Roundtop on Friday before I can post again. I'm planing on posting for Pink Saturday which I have not done for a while. I can't wait to visit with the pink girls. Blessings, Marta.

I'M A MOTHER!

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE? I SEE CUTENESS, SWEETNESS, SOFTNESS AND LOTS OF LOVE.  I INTRODUCE TO YOU THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE RAMOS HOUSEHOLD. LIKE EVERYTHING WORTH HAVING HE CAME TO ME WITHOUT ANY NOTICE, IT JUST HAPPENED. A DEAR FRIEND OF MINE CAME BY THE SHOP YESTERDAY AND ASK FOR PAPER FOR HER BABIES.  I INQUIRE, WHICH BABIES? WELL, SHE IS THE PROUD OWNER OF THE MOST WONDERFUL BISHON FRISE BABIES AS 4 WEEKS AGO SHE BECAME A GRANDMA. WHEN SHE MENTION THE KIND OF DOGS THE FIRST THOUGHT IN MY MIND WAS "EXPENSIVE" BECAUSE THIS LITTLE DARLINGS CAN BE. WELL, STORY SHORT, SHE GOT TWO LITTLE ONES THAT NEEDED A MAMA. I CALLED MY HUSBAND AND HE RELUCTANTLY ACCEPTED. THIS MORNING I TOOK MY MOM TO MEET HIM AS GUESS WHAT? MY MOM ADOPTED THE SIBLING, SO NOW WE HAVE TWO NEW MEMBERS TO OUR FAMILY. I'M TOTALLY IN LOVE AND SO IS MY MOM.

THEY CAN HARDLY STAND AND IT WAS SO CUTE HOW THEY USED THEIR TUMMIES TO GET AROUND.

                                     MY HEADLESS  MOM HOLDING HERS

                               MY BABY FEEDING AS PAPA WATCHED. THE OWNER DOES A POODLE HAIRCUT, I PREFER TO LEAVE THEIR HAIR GROW LONGER FOR THE USUAL FRISE LOOK, I CALLED IT A POWDER PUFF FACE.

                                                 THE REST OF THE GANG.

 I HAVE TO START  A TRUST FUND SINCE ALL MY MONEY IS GOING TOWARDS GROOMING. I WAS TOLD EVERY 2 MONTHS AT LEAST. I DON'T THINK I EVER SPEND THAT KIND OF MONEY IN MY OWN GROOMING BUT I THINK HE IS WORTH EVERY PENNY I WILL EXPEND IN HIM. ANOTHER DREAM COME TRUE, GOD REALLY SPOILED ME. I GET MY WANTS AND NEEDS AND FOR THAT I'M SO THANKFUL. ONE LAST THING, IT WILL BE ANOTHER MONTH BEFORE HE IS READY TO COME HOME. I DO NOT HAVE A NAME YET. I TAKE SUGGESTIONS AND TESTIMONIALS OF OTHER OWNERS OF BISHON FRISES OUT THERE. WHAT SHOULD I NAME HIM? WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE TO YOU? BLESSINGS, MARTA.

I can't sleep!

Ok, what is up with that? It is past 12:00 pm and I can't sleep  and I don't understand it because I'm exhausted and I really need to rest. I feel like there are ants crawling inside my skin and friends, I'm not on drugs. What ? My body is betraying me, doing what it wants to do. The choices are to stay in bed and count a million sheep, watch infomercials or blog about randomness. I pick blogging.

                                                      Just cute stuff around the house

 

The fluffing continues. I don't think Martha  will approve my fake fireplace mantel. I dig it!

                                                 Isn't him handsome in a nerdy kind of way?

                                                          LOVE china head dolls

                                                                Love dogs with an attitude

                                                    Love the aged and tattered

                                                         He thinks he is cute

                                                     A basket full of good junk

                             Another one of those girls and my favorite creamware tea set.  It is stamp coronation ware and I have never been able to find any info about it. It came with 10 cups and saucers, lots of creasing, demitasse size. 

                               I'm getting ready for my junk sale on Saturday. Friday is the Antique Alley in Cleburne and next week is off to Roundtop for the best show in the whole world. Blessings and sweet dreams, Marta.

Let's not forget

Do you remember that day? I do like it was yesterday. I get teary eye and my heart hurts every time. I do not have to watch the news to remember. It is engraved in my consciousness, in my heart. I watch the news and documentaries on tv since then, for every anniversary. I'm still sick about the level of hatred and evil those who committed the act nurture and let grow in their hearts. But the most amazing thing is not related in any way to the evil ones. The most amazing thing is what happened to us that day. We realized what we are made of. The stories about the heroes of 9/11 are endless. We still grief, we will never forget. The intention was to destroy, to kill, to steal. THEY FAILED. America stands stronger than ever, the heroes still fight and those who die will forever lived in our hearts. God bless America and those who called it home.

The way we were

Dear God! I'm worn out. Every part of me hurts. We have been working non stop on getting my older home ready for rent, we moved my household into my new place and for the last 2 weeks we have been cleaning, moving, sorting, dumping, literally killing myself in the process of getting my junk out of the old shop address. Logistically this have been the biggest undertake in my hole life. I have tried to protect my husband health by letting him stay at home and worked around the details at the new shop and the house. I figured that with his bad back he would have been out of commission fast and without me bringing an income I need him to take care of all the bills for now.

I miss my old shop. A lot of the stuff in the pictures is gone. Still , we have brought truck loads after truck loads to the new place. Mind you the new shop is 800 sf smaller. I'm going to be facing a great challenge making most of the stuff fit in the space I have now.

  This is how the old shop looks today. Sooo sad. Some of my costumers have been freaking out thinking I'm going out of business. I am NOT. This is my life and I love doing what I do.

I'm getting rid of a lot stuff, figurines, dishes, fabrics, etc. I will be selling the stuff at 90% below cost. Why storing the stuff when nobody is buying?. I refuse to pay storage on stuff that will not make me any money. I rather let the stuff go and called it a lost.

                                                                         SO SAD

I must look toward the future and all the great things to come. I'm trying to keep myself alive in the process. My back is killing me, I stay up at night in pain. The next morning I get up and do it all again. I know is worth it. I forgot to mention God's provision. He has blessed my with wonderful friends. I have great packers, some great muscles on weekends and some great cooks that have fed me and my husband. I thank God for all of them and you know who you are. Thank you, I could have not done alone. Let's see what today brings, I'm tired but ready. Blessings, Marta.

Loving my screened-in porch

When we  saw the new house for the first time we thought we knew everything that was there. We knew about the two extra shops, one for me and one for my DH. We knew about the land and the oak trees all over the place. The one thing we did not know about was the most amazing surprise. The old owners have build a screened-in porch and it was not in the listing info. When I open the back door  I was delighted to see it. I knew that I was going to have the most wonderful time decorating it. I have done 90% of my decor in the new house very monochromatic. I knew I was going to use my colors in the porch since I wanted it to be cozy and happy. It has been so hot that this morning was the first time I actually sat and enjoy a cup of coffee in there. It has been raining for the last 3 days and it was really dark. The sun came back around 2:00 and it is beautiful outside right now.

                            

I call this side my husband side since his beloved grill is there. He will spend Sundays doing barbecue of different kinds of meats. He is missing that since all we have been doing is work on getting the shop ready.

I missed my plants. The old house was landscaped really nicely. At this time we can't even think about gardening. I was told I need to plant in the fall for next spring.

                                                                     The way it was.

  

Take care my friends, till next time, Marta.