The Vintage Masons

The Vintage Masons and the oldish Masons.

My tale  of love for each one of these new masons.

By the way I tinted all of them. If you want to check out my tutorial on how to color glass check it out here.

Mason Jar love the Vintage and the oldish

Mason Jar love the Vintage and the oldish

Anyone who knows me knows I love Mason Jar. I fact my online shop started off will mostly furniture and a little masons now it’s mostly masons with a little furniture. A few months ago a friend of mine handed me a bag with three mason jars in it. How my heart skipped a beat just because they were Mason but then she said these have been on her friend’s closet for about 30 years and she don’t know what to do with them. And she thought there was more in there. I didn’t want to seem to excited but I was over the moon. She was already looking at me like I was a little crazy with my ear wide smile hugging my new masons.

Three beautiful wide moth masons with wonderfully worn tops.  I knew I had to keep one. put them aside because I wanted to be in there perfect mood to color them. I love Masons and I swoon for a Blue mason better.

The next time I saw her she presented me with three short chubby 12 oz Kerr wide mouth jars. I grabbed them and squealed, now cute. Yes I actually squealed. They

32 oz wide mouth Vintage Beauty

32 oz wide mouth Vintage Beauty

were the cutest jars I had ever seen.

I share pictures of my 12 oz cuties as an option with a customer in England before they hit my shop. She snapped it right up. So with one for me and that just leaves one for my shop. Because I loved the shape soo much I made sure I would be able to get a modern version to keep in stock. I sure can but they comes with silver lids. So I just have one vintage honey with the warm gold lid.

In the fright frame of mind I tinted my jars to a gorgeous light blue with a hint of green. Grorgeous!

12 oz wide mouth Ker r-- So cute

12 oz wide mouth Ker r– So cute

Already on a high with my precious vintage Mason jars in hand I headed to my local recycling center where I can find unique jars and vases and things I never thought of. I turn around there are more mason jar 2 more wide mouth 32 oz-ers 2 Kerrs and a wide mouth 16 oz. Wowie wowie!

From the labels on them I realized they were about 6 years old. I was privileged to give them new life

High on masons I tint them all in one session and turn their tops into soap

Kerr 32 oz and 16  oz jar set

Kerr 32 oz and 16 oz jar set

dispenser. What so you think? Anyone love masons as much as me? until next time.

16 wide mouth mason

16 wide mouth mason

Can You Teach an Old Dog New Tricks? and me too

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On my nature walk/ swim at the beach I was captivated by my dog taring around the beach in quick circles, ear flying, full of happiness. To see her so purely happy touches me because of where she came from. This is her new life. I picked her up flea bitten and skinny from the back yard where she had been abandoned. She had been there for years. What broke my heart is that no one could remember how many years she had been back there. She had been there so long.

Apparently her original owners had moved and left her and her son behind. She is a pure bred boxer I assume he was too. And there she stayed struggling for life. The properly was later rented out for spiritual events. Events were held every two to three weeks hundreds of people walked by her over the years. Her son disappeared at some point leaving her alone. My hope is  that because he 482229_10200414953753186_339992797_nwas a pure breed someone took him in.

I went to one of these spiritual events and here she was smiling wiggling this way and that way. My son feel in love with her. I assumed the organizers had brought her. As my son followed her around one of the the organizers said, “Take her! We don’t want her anymore.” I thought they were joking. At home bothered by their statement I called asking about her. She was still in the backyard, alone.

I jumped in my car and drove the 70 miles to get her. Once at home she became the pet she used to be. She headed straight for our bed and hasn’t laid on anything hard since.

She is old at least 10. At 10 years old after struggling survive she has slipped into her new life without a ripple.  She spends her days playing my my 7 year old son and one of the cats she has  adopted  as her own. She is my shadow always at my feet. She learned how to heel and is perfectly obedient. Her old life forgotten she is now a picky eater. She is such a sweet loving  animal. her wonderful attitude not affected by her years of struggle. When she runs with her ears flying in pure joy you can’t help feel it too. 604050_10200611645710362_466473673_n

This is my backyard

Almost my back yard

This is my backyard.

Well it’s about  a mile away. When I read FOLK Magazine Community Journal Challenge subject this week get out into nature I thought I am out in nature all the time. I used to take walks daily but when was  the last time? I don’t know.  I took the dog to the open field across from my house a few times last week. Does that count? No! Does it count when  I’m refinishing furniture in my back yard? No! Does it count when I sit in my backyard with my laptop and a tea and enjoy the sights and sounds? Almost.

me and old girl dog, Milu

me and old girl dog

My friend was showing me a beautiful set of cards she has gotten and handed me one. It said get out in to nature. Someone is trying to tell me something.

So after I dropped my son off at School I took the dog and we went to the beach.

A soon as we get there she knew where she was. She is a 10 year old rescue we got last year. She stamps with excitement. I decide to have a swim, the water is cool but feels good. The dog sniffs the ground and she runs. She gallops at top speed  like a horse taking tight corners  her ears flying a big smile on her face. She runs in pure joy. Her past years abandoned in a backyard  forgotten.

Her joy is infection it makes everything feel sweeter the water the sand and air. Heading home we are both refreshed I’m ready to work and she ready to sleep curling up on the car seat. They say dogs live in the moment. I am learning from her!

Feeling Lucky

The table before with kid and cat on it

I decided that take part in  FOLK Magazine Community Journal Challenge this week’s subject is luck. A subject that is frequently on my mind. I have a great kid, a great dog two cats, one ornery one not so much. Sometimes when I am … Continue reading 

what not to do to your newly stenciled table



After, sniff sniff. I have to redo the top

After, sniff sniff. I have to redo the top

This is what not to do to your newly painted and stenciled table. I finished my stenciling and put the table aside. Usually I lay some drapes or a towel on table to protect it from my cats that want to sit on everything. Well I was moving and in hurry so  I threw a plastic drop cloth over it. The cats diligently slept on the table, putting their butts every which way. When I went to move the table and took the drop cloth off the paint on the drop cloth had started to stick to the table. Leaving white splotches everywhere, noooooooo……..  when I found it the paint from the drop cloth could still be easily  scratched off. But I was moving and didn’t have time to scratch off paint. I put a towel on it at and went on to other things. coming back to it days later. That paint is really baked on, no scratching is going to help me. Sigh, time to do it over.