Four Years Ago Today

Good morning every one come on in Through My Back Door. We are having hot chocolate today, I hope that is okay. It is homemade and we can put marshmallows in it if you like. When my children were little I made them homemade instant hot chocolate mix. It was in a container and sat, are you ready for this?, on a metal utility cart from the S&H Green stamp store.Okay, I am telling my age, but that is not what concerns me here. It is the fact I thought that cart was awesome! Anyway, they loved it and had been years and years since I had made it. One day Deb said she sure would like to have some of my homemade hot chocolate mix, and the light went on!  I made it for each child and grandchild, plus some for others for Christmas. So, we are having the left over today. (It is not setting on a metal utility cart,either)However the girls who love the 50's-60's vintage would love it. Now on to the title of todays blog. It was four years ago today this young man came Through My Back Door.

Can you see the white around his muzzle? He will be nine in May. He was 4and 1/2 when I got him. It was unreal how quickly we bonded. (Of course you have heard the story and KNOW it was Divine intervention.) He did mourn for his former master for 2 days, laying by the back door waiting for her to return. Now when she comes to visit he lets her love on him for a while and then comes and lays by my feet the rest of her visit. So today is Dasko's "gotcha" day. I am going to cook him some fresh veggies and give him his favorite, applesauce. I had to have an older dog, because Hillary my last one before Dasko, chewed up EVERYTHING in the house. Dodd told Deb and Doug one time, that dog was chewing up their inheritance.lol
Well, I have continued to tweak. and retweak, again. Just can't seem to get it right. I will show you a few things I have done. first my stove board. I love my stove board,as it is an antique, but I just never seem to get it "right". Here it is for now. What do you think?

The eggs were a gift from the Bama Planter.Bama Planter The towel from Sue.Primsue's Heart and Home
The candle from Angela at
Thru Nana's Window
So everything on there is special. The basket is from the Worlds Longest yard Sale a couple of years ago. Of course the egg basket was made by Curtis' great,great grandmother. The two litte pieces of treen are fromOhio. DO you see the heart on the butter stamp? It is getting very close to "heart" time.lol

The table next to my recliner. Oops, more hearts already. Carol and I made these a couple of years ago, but they still smell so good.

For some reason I love this. I'll show you a close up of the lamb.

Some like him, as well as some peeps are going to be for sale at the Hen this spring. I love him.

I like this little vignette. I know, I know, bows are passe', but I like this big homespun bow on this crock.lol The box was made by Pam and Frank, as well as the slave doll I am going to show you next.

They are Civil folks and I can't get the link to work, but they are on my side bar. I absolutely love this doll. Don't you? Isn't her apron wonderful?

The table. Plain and simple. I am going to try to be more simple this year. In my decor that is. I am already pretty "simple."lol

My tavern table in front of the couch. Hey, my quill is gone! I bet I know who has moved it!lol

I'll show you a picture of the culprit! This is Boo. Dodd found her years ago in the creek, pregnant and pitiful. We found homes for the kitties,all four, and kept her. She is totally not grateful, but we love her. She is getting sweeter as she ages.
 This is behind the couch.(Goodness, like you can't see that)

Well, I am so glad you visited today and I am happy to share the tweaks and re tweaks. Thanks for coming Through My Back Door, where life is good.
betty
PS" I wanted to show you this sweet picture of Mollie and her Uncle Ryan. She doesn't see them too often but she loves them and they her.

Ryan is my grand-son-in law, Beths husband. He is doing his orthopedic residency in Il.
Pss: Thank you and please continue prayers for Amanda. She is doing well. Her oncologist couldn't believe how well she is doing. We know why, don't we.