Underwear

As modest as I am about nakedness, I am even more so about underwear. I would much rather be glimpsed in my all-together than my Just-My-Size underwear.

I can only attribute this to my many years in the military where you were required to strip down to your skivvies for even a foot exam. I tell you I have been on "High Alert" these last few days as I've made my rounds regarding my injured knee.

As I filled out paperwork in preparation of a MRI, I asked the receptionist if I would have to wear a gown for the scan. When she told me I could keep my clothes on, I let out a, "Yippie Skippie!" She said, "Pardon Me?" to which I joyfully responded, "I'm so happy I get to keep my clothes on!"

The receptionist then led me through a seemingly endless list of all the possible metal items I might have in my body. I felt as though I had gotten an "A" on a test by having answered "No" to each; but then she paused, and looked me right in the eye. "Do you have any metal in your eyes?"

I tell you I gasped out loud, "Would I know if I had metal in my eye? Do people come here with metal in their eyes?" To which she non-nonchalantly answered, "You'd be surprised." She then had me sign a release stating I knew I could cause major bodily harm to myself and the technicians if I entered the scanning room with any metal on my person.

The receptionist had me then place my purse in a locker which she locked and handed me the key dangling from a telephone cord like bracelet. "You can go in to the scanning room now." I didn't take a step!  I raised my wrist with the dangling key, "What about the metal release form?"

Thank goodness the technician took my key the moment I crossed the threshold of the imaging room. I was directed to lie down on the scanning table as the technician explained that three scans would be taken, each lasting about 17 minutes. He handed me a panic button, placed ear phones on my head, and removed himself to the control panel.

The table began to whir, I felt myself entering the scanner. The technician asked what type of music did I wish to listen to. I opened my eyes and realized my head was just outside the tunnel shaped opening. "Oh my gosh! My head is going to be on the outside? I don't need to listen to any music." He said that I had to as the noise the machine made could harm my ears. "Talk Radio, please"

It was at this very moment as the machine began it's jackhammer like thumping, and my earphones began talking in Spanish, that I realized my underwear was not situated just right. Oh My Gosh! I barely got through the first session trying to keep my mind off my squitchy underwear by desperately trying to recognize familiar words in Spanish.

The technician asked if I was okay at the end of the first session, but what could I say?  "We need to start all over because my underwear is in a bunch?" Let me tell you this was the longest hour of my life!

I go back to my doctor this coming Tuesday to have the scans read. I am already wondering if I will get to keep my clothes on if surgery is called for. Either way, I guarantee you my underwear will be situated!

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Hold the Phone!

Dear, dear friends, Thank you so much for your encouraging words.  It embarrasses me terribly to draw attention to myself, but I was in such a panic that I would not be able to mail out things promised. By the middle of the night, and a pain pill later, I was able to finish. But HOLD THE PHONE. . .

I believe I have sent two Sailor Ducks to the wrong people!!! Please, if you should read this, contact me at elizabeth.andrus@yahoo.com when you receive the package. I will give you the correct address and send you postage. I am so terribly sorry for this mistake.  Lesson learned, don't craft on drugs!

I am afraid I will need knee surgery for torn ligaments in my knee. How did I tear them, you ask? While using the rowing machine at the gym. I love rowing because it creates the nicest breeze. You truly do feel as though you are on a lake on a warm spring day. SPRING - I know! How cute is Laura's little bluebird!

I am not happy at all to have my crafting interrupted, but I do want to share with you the sweetest Nursery characters that ever were. I am obsessed these days with vintage wrapping paper. Swoon worthy, this sweet baby print!

I do believe this is THE cutest character I have ever made! Oh my gosh! I just love this little stork! (See below for availability)

Thank goodness it's Daylight Saving Time; so my middle of the night finishings weren't as late as they would be had I hurt myself the day before! I plan to make all of my little felt Easter characters as nursery ones to ride along in floats meant just for them. EAK! Look at these little rattle fellas. My most favorite of the vintage nursery characters found on greeting cards.

"Nose to Nose" kisses!

I finally fell asleep needle in hand at 4 o'clock this morning as I sat propped and fluffed and cooking on my heating pad as I worked on my Delivery Pom Pom.

Sigh, Don't you just love vintage nursery items? This deliverer of Good News is waiting for his chariot to arrive in the mail. He needed just the right planter, I can't wait for you to see!

Thank you again for letting me panic "out loud". I have had only a glimpse of the pain many of our dear friends live with daily. It truly is frightening.Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for your kindness to me. (A special thank you to Laura, Vintage Bettys for your spring paper egg and Cute as Can Be bluebird!)



Elizabeth Andrus 112 Gibraltar Ct Delaware OH 43015
elizabeth.andrus@yahoo.com 

Station Identification

Can you be spontaneous and predictable at the same time? I am someone who loves changeable weather, but is seasonally challenged. I love to strike up conversations with anyone that happens my way, but will decline in a moment the opportunity to meet new people.

I am someone who crafts by theme in a very specific order, but will jump to a theme out of order if my eye catches something I just have to make. Predictable and spontaneous. It's hopelessly me.

I find I must set aside my Easter crafting, and skip Gnomes all-together, to squeeze in Nursery Pink before Wedding Bells need to be rung.

I hope you won't mind this interruption in our Holiday of the Moment fare, but creating my Easter Parade from vintage nursery planters has me bursting at the seams with things I want to make.

It must be that others are Spontaneous and Predictable as well as our wonderful Keren has Baby Circles for me to use in my crafting here . Oh how I love vintage New Arrival greeting cards.

I know I will return to my predictable pattern of crafting as that is my nature, but for the moment I hope you will enjoy identifying this blog with all things Pink!

Distraction Satisfaction

Do you ever go to the scrapbook store with a specific paper mission in mind only to be completely waylaid by just the peek of something out of the corner of your eye?

Just the smallest of glimpses caught my eye in a section I never visit, the baby section. I know that anyone nearby must have heard the rush of breath that escaped my lips upon seeing this print.

I hadn't a plan in mind in at all as I thumbed through Graphic 45's lovely tablet of papers but that I had to make something to share with you here. Just look at the little cu-pees giggling along the border and the sweet faces peeking from the center of the yellow roses. Wonderful!

The sweet babies had me thinking of my own two. Baby birds in their party hats.

My poor son had the misfortune of his mother being all about Lady Di when he was born. I dressed him in buckle shoes and bow ties. This is why my boy characters always wear bow ties! And you thought they were just for decoration.

The Band Wagon

I believe I am a particularly old-fashioned sort of person because I had a mother who was always on The Band Wagon. It was as though my mother saw her life as a Kaleidoscope always needing to be tilted. There wasn't a day I didn't come home from school that I wouldn't find my mother entranced by the trend of the moment.

There were the days my brother and I would only eat oranges because my mother was on the Cabbage Soup Diet that was to transform her perfectly plump familiarity into a svelte carpooling Mom we wouldn't recognize.

There were weeks I would press my ear to the front door before entering hoping the strains of "What's New Pussy Cat" had already faded away. I couldn't bear to hear another commentary on the number of middle aged women who had swooned themselves to the ground upon hearing this song.

But the worst by far were counting the days until the "Happy Hooker" left our end tables to travel to the next mother on The Band Wagon. Curiosity drew me to it's cover again and again, a Bobwhite Spend the Night left us giggling about the unknown.

Our mother's adventurous personality often spilled over onto my brother and I. We lived in fear of coming home from school to find new "outfits" left on our beds. My poor brother took to hiding alternate clothing in his book bag to change into behind the neighbors hedge. Silky shirts with pointy collars, maroon bell bottoms that hugged the hips. It never occurred to us to rebel as so many of our peers did. We embraced any measure of conformity as a flailing swimmer would a preserver.

At the end of my mother's days on this earth, her spirit was not bound by the constraints of her physical body. She infused in those around her the energy of her will and her curiosity to experience what lay ahead. I know that in Heaven my mother is as she was with us, the breath of possibility when you dare to lead the way.

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Cute for Cute's Sake

Hold on to your pink petal pushers if you love Cute for the sake of Cuteness and the smile it brings to your face.

OMGosh! I have wanted forever to create characters inspired by vintage nursery items, and today just seemed to be the day they were ready to show themselves.

Using paper from an unfamiliar company to me, Paper Crate, the little nursery rattle kept calling to me he was ready to come to life.

I'm so glad he did! I love his little cone shaped hat.

I am so appreciative when someone shares a new line of paper with me; so I hope you will enjoy a peek at Paper Crate.

One line is called Little Boy Blue, the other Little Bo Peep.

These little characters are perfect for my craft room, but oh how sweet they would be made in pink and red, pale yellow and green, pink and blue ..... OMG I get carried away when cute is SO cute.

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