Archive for the 'Home Decor' Category

Elephant Bells

July 24, 2011
Author: Miagro2000

When I was growing up, my Grandmother had a set of Indian Elephant bells hanging in her kitchen as a chime.  As kids, we loved to run the circle from the living room, to the dining room, and thru the kitchen.  Each time ringing those bells as we passed.

The sound of wind chimes often take me back to those days of my childhood.  I can almost hear the laughter of my siblings, feel the Love of my Grandmother as she cooked, and smell the aroma of the meal.  What a wonderful way to relax on a weekend, or unwind after a busy day.

A Cat’s Dream

July 20, 2011
Author: Miagro2000

I have a nice dream catcher on my bedroom wall.  When even the slightest breeze hits them, the feathers shake very slightly.   It’s almost unnoticeable to me, but it drives my cats’ nuts! 

They used to crouch down inside the sliding glass door and peep at the birds that hopped across the deck.  Maybe they think the feathers on the dream catcher are the birds trying to sneak into the house.

Do you think that the Dream Catcher catches cats dreams too?

Woke up on a vacation…

July 16, 2011
Author: Miagro2000

Last night I had my bedroom window open. There was a gentle breeze blowing that soothed me to sleep, as did the gentle song my wind chime was singing. As an added bonus, it woke me with a new song this morning.

Even though it was my own bedroom at home, the gentle breeze and the wind song of my chime gave me the sensation of waking up while on vacation. It was only the alarm clock that I had forgotten to turn off that broke the illusion of being on vacation.

Was it all just a bad dream?

October 16, 2010
Author: Miagro2000

Back in the 60’s, it would snow more often than it seems to now.  We would have snow storms that would amount to about a foot of snow every now and then and we kids loved playing in it.

One night, my best friend and I took our sleds out to where a house was being built. There were large piles of dirt next to the deep hole that was to be the basement of the new house.  Great hills for sledding down, we thought.

I climbed up first and slid down the hill.  My friend climbed up and began her descent.  Suddenly the front of her sled hit something and stopped, tossing her into the air.  It was like watching an Olympic diver fly through the air in a swan dive. 

She flew, catapulted off the sled with her arms stretched straight out in front of her and landed with a thud on the ground at the bottom of the hill, still outstretched, and just in front of the huge hole in the ground.  It was almost in slow motion like a dream.

It was so funny, but scary at the same time.  She could have been badly injured. 
She moaned and I ran over and asked her if she was alright?

She was okay but we decided to call it a night and go home where it was safe and warm.  We were thankful that she hadn’t flown far enough to have ended up in the basement.  That would have been quite a drop!

Grandma’s Dreams

October 6, 2010
Author: Miagro2000

I remember, when I was young, my grandmother would tell us stories of people from way back when she was a very young girl.  We loved to hear her tell of her sisters and her mother and father, (my great-grandparents that I never really knew).

She told us about a Native American woman who had married her father’s brother, her uncle, and how she would make dreamcatchers by hand to give to family members as gifts.  She told of how creative this Indian woman was and how much the family had learned from her.

Sadly, we never got to learn many of the things our grandmother could have taught us.   Dreamcatchers are really awesome and it would have been great to have learned how a real Native American made them.  But we were kids and didn’t want to stay in one place long enough to learn things that were done while being still.

My grandmother tried to teach us how to knit but I never could get the hang of it.

Now I wish I had learned many of the things she tried to teach us.  But at least I still have the memories of my grandmother.  I will always treasure them.

Was it a dreamcatcher?

October 5, 2010
Author: Miagro2000

We always had lots of different species of birds in our back yard.  My little niece was trying to learn the names of some of them.  She was doing very well considering she was only 5.  One day she was naming all the birds she saw and was getting most of them correct.  Then she announced, “Look, a Brown Crested Dreamcatcher”!

She couldn’t understand why we were all laughing.

She had mixed the words, dreamcatcher with flycatcher.  I know birds catch flies and other insects.  But ever since then, in our family, birds are believed to also catch dreams.

Get the Cat!!!

September 28, 2010
Author: Miagro2000

Tonight, I’m feeling rather frustrated.  It is very hot and humid.  There is no wind to speak of.  The AC won’t kick on since it is not quite warm enough outside to trip the thermostat.  Yet the humidity still seems to find its way in.

Thankfully, we have an indoor chime with which the cat likes to play.  Not quite the soothing natural sounds that the wind make, but just enough to take my mind off of the worries of the day.  Whimsical chimes for a Whimsical cat.

Too Tired to Stay up?

September 27, 2010
Author: Miagro2000

I’ve got to admit, I’ve been putting off the posting for today.  Just sitting here next to the window, every now and then I can feel a slight breeze gently push thru the screen of my window.  A second later, I here the soft tang of the wooden clapper of my windchime.  I can barely hold my eyes open.  Goodnight everyone.

All the kings horses…

September 23, 2010
Author: DumpsterCat

Many members of my family have had cuckoo clocks.

My grandparents had one for as long as I knew them.

My husband had a cuckoo clock that his mother had given years before we met.

It hung on the wall in the house he lived in when he was single.  It hung on the house we lived in when we were first married, and it hung on the wall in the house we moved to a few years later.

It was a nightly routine for him to wind the clock just before he left for work each night.

Sometimes the clock would stop because it would shift just enough that it would be off center which caused the pendulum to stop swinging.

When that happened he would have to push the clock over just a tiny bit to center it again and then start the pendulum swinging again.

One night he was going through his nightly routine getting ready to leave for work and went to wind the cuckoo clock.  It had stopped, so after winding the weights up he went to push the clock ever so slightly with his finger.

It was like a scene out of a movie!  He touched the clock ever so slightly to push it to one side and WHAM!  Down it fell onto the floor, as if it was a movie scene in fast motion!

It broke into dozens of pieces.  It was so sad seeing my husband trying so hard to salvage the multitude of pieces from the floor, putting them into a box in hopes of having the clock repaired someday.

We eventually bought another cuckoo clock that was bigger and fancier but we never threw away the box with the broken cuckoo clock from his mother.

The Dream of the Girl Scout Leader

September 16, 2010
Author: Miagro2000

My Mother was a Girl Scout leader for as long as I can remember.  It was only in the last few years that she really started stepping back on her activities and finally “retired” this past year.  What she seemed to love most was teaching the girls all about the one thing that brought her more joy than anything else, crafts.  When I told her that my website was going to include dream catchers in our product line up, she was so excited.  She immediately ran to her craft room and presented dream catchers that she had made by hand over the years.  You could almost see the memories as they ran by her mind’s eye.  All the girls she watched grow up, and all the things she taught them along the way.  Least of all, was the art of dream catchers… 

Then she came back to the moment with an offer to teach us how to make them.  “It’s really easy!” she said.  More than dream catchers, I will always cherish the memories. 

Thanks Mom.