It was a short two years ago that we moved to Patagonia, a small eclectic town in southeastern Arizona. But for 30 years prior to that we lived in the middle of Phoenix in an area known as “Arcadia” which was the big city version of a small town neighborhood.
At the time we left in January, 2016, there was an enormous amount of brouhaha raging in Arcadia about the disposition of a home Frank Lloyd Wright designed for his son and daughter-in-law in 1950. I wrote about that war of words in a blog post last summer “History In The ‘Hood“.
Since then I’ve been keeping an eye open to learn who prevailed – the preservationists who valued the history of the home or the neighbors who were concerned about the peace and quiet and were, therefore, advocating for demolition. Happily, a compromise was reached and the home lives on. You can read about its current purpose in “The Next Chapter Of The FLW Saga“.
Sixteen years ago today, I woke to the sound of my phone ringing early in the morning. I was exhausted and groggy from a late night flight coming home from an emotional trip. My daughter was on the line when I answered, in an unusually hysterical sounding voice she blurted out “Mom, are you home, are you alright?” My response was confused but clear, “Yes, I’m home, what’s wrong?” She asked where I was knowing that I spent most nights with my then boyfriend. Then said, turn on the TV.
I had just returned from a trip to Washington D.C. I was on one the last flights out on September 10th 2001. In fact our flight was so late, we had to get special permission to land beyond the standard curfew for the small regional airport.
The devastation that I saw when I turned on the TV was frightening. The effects of that morning will stay with our collective conscience for generations to come. And while we all remember watching the twin towers being hit, we must remember there were four planes in total. A third plane which crashed into the Pentagon and a fourth heading for Washington D.C. but bravely diverted by passengers into a field in Pennsylvania.
All four planes began their journey bound for California in the Northeast United States. Three of them American Airlines flights and one United Airlines flight. I was on a United Airlines flight. And I was headed home to Los Angeles.
The gravity of what happened that morning will never be lost on me. But even more personal for me is the knowledge that I could have very easily been on one of those flights. Having left Washington D.C. shortly before the terrorists boarded the planes they used to destroy so many lives reminds just how lucky I am.
Please take a moment to think about those who were lost as well as the many brave souls who responded to these disasters and helped in myriad ways. With all the turmoil going on in the world right now, let’s be thankful for what we have and take care of each other.
Just recently we have found these very nifty bands on our veggies. They do much less damage to the lettuce than a metal and paper twist-tie . When we took off the band we saw that it had the qualities of velcro and it was very sturdy!
We thought to try it in the garden to help stake the tomatoes and it works well! If you are like us and have to wait until your own vegetables grow and still need the fresh veggie section at the market, look out for these. Ask your non gardening friends to save them for you. Save money! Use them to wrangle flowers and perennials in a border. The green blends in nicely. These would also come in handy to hold your pant legs out of danger from the spokes on your bike…you can even leave a couple on the bike. We hope they will be reusable next year.
Hope you liked this money saving tip. How could you use these lettuce bands in your household?
Now that we are both retired, we were invited by friends to go along with them to enjoy a stay at their friends’ house on a pond at the Cape. I met one of them at an annual Lemon Tea Party and enjoyed many conversations with her. We almost always click with any friends that our one time neighbors have and this visit was no exception. All three couples loved yard sale-ing (yard sailing is their alternative humorous nautical term) Estate Sales, cooking from scratch together and then dining at leisure, with more conversation, music and laughs. I hope we will be able to get back there when the weather is warmer so I can try paddle boarding on their beautiful pond. Make new friends and keep the old – one is silver and the other gold.
Anyone remember the “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon” game that was popular in the ’90’s? It was based on the theory that there are no more than six relationships between any two living things in the world and was invented at the time “Footloose” was the rage. Supposedly everyone in Hollywood was no more than six steps removed from Kevin. I’m not sure that premise is true but I now know the original theory which was developed in 1929 does hold true for inanimate objects.
You can read the details of how this wonderful folk art bird made its way from New England to southern Arizona on our latest blog post: Six Degrees Of Separation.
For most of the country, spring is in the air and the weather is warming up. For any vintage shopper that means it’s estate sale season. For those of us who live in more temperate states, estate sale season never ends. But, it certainly picks up steam this time of year. Even though us Southern Californians are blessed with great weather most of the year, we still see more sales come Spring and Summer. People tend to move more when its warmer and the kids are out of school. Spring cleaning is still a very real annual event for many families as well.
With all of this going on I have been busy with some interesting sales this season. Everything from sketchy warehouses to homes worth several millions and anything in between. It’s been a ton of work, but so much fun as well. In the last few months, I have sold everything from rusted yard tools to priceless paintings. We had one sale where a pair of lovely ladies came all three days and spent hours trying on clothing. They bought piles of goodies each day too, and we had a blast acting like a bunch of teenage girls at the mall.
Remember when shopping estate sales, look everywhere, ask questions, and keep an open mind. We sell everything from cars and tractors to diamonds and gold. You never know what you will find.
For two long time antique collectors, a dream has come true. My husband and I have been offered the opportunity to curate the collections of the museum in Patagonia, the small town in southeastern Arizona we moved to a year ago. This is an assignment we’re both excited about undertaking.
I wanted to see the sun rise over the ocean on my birthday which also marked the start of my retirement. I have anticipated this for a few years and took the countdown seriously. Luckily, the weather was beautiful. As soon as my other half retires in a few weeks (fingers crossed) we will have more time for friends, for enjoying each other’s company, our garden and home and to explore this great country of ours.This trip made me very happy and always true to our frugal lifestyle, it didn’t break the budget!