A Prancing Lamb

A vintage ceramic prancing lamb has been in my friend’s home at least fifty years and in her mother’s home long before that.

I visited my friend Tookie today to share our knitting projects progress and sit on her front porch.

We even talked about our gratitude for sheep and the wool they provide for our use. The. She showed me this vintage ceramic lamb. We checked it out on eBay to get more information on Kay Finch.

There’s a book by Mike Nickel about Kay Finch Ceramics going for $99.99 on eBay.

Kay Finchh “Kay Finch Ceramics were made in Corona Del Mar, California, from 1935 to 1963”

The Prancing Lamb by Kay Finch Ceramics
A close up
A faint mark on the underbelly

You Can’t Look Away

More yard art down the block from Laura’s house. In the afternoon sun. An eclectic mix. A few crops below, so you don’t miss the details. I took just one quick shot cause I wanted to get home before dark.

The Overall view
Details of Barbie car passengers
Yes, there’s a crocheted vehicle
Bowling ball garden
Mr. Magoo among the Dwarves

Mechanical Bank Yard Art

Spotted Monday afternoon, as I got into my car. I was leaving Columbus to return home to Pittsburgh. You know I’ve got that July Fourth birthday as an undercurrent theme so it caught my eye. I might be one of the few people who own an Uncle Sam nutcracker. It looked like the kind of item one would take to The Antique Road Show for appraisal but there it was, glued to a stone.

Matchbooks

Matchbooks used to be found in abundance at restaurants.

“A matchbook is a small paperboard folder enclosing a quantity of matches and having a coarse striking surface on the exterior.” Wikipedia

I found this matchbook when I visited my family.

Do you have a collection of interesting matchbooks?

Landscaping Goats at Knit Night

Six HaveUHerdLandscaping Goats have been munching some undesired vegetation behind Tupelo Honey Teas in Millvale, PA. They’ll eat anything, I’m told. Even poison ivy!

We were knitting at knit night on the back porch of the shop, and I snapped a few shots of the goats.

Taking a well earned rest

My Grandmother’s Nurse

That’s the only real detail I know, as told to me by my Aunt Rhea.

Grandmother Charlotte Van Sickle had what was called then a “nervous breakdown” as far as I could decipher. The woman in the floral dress came to help . Aunt Rhea said she was her nurse.

Not sure of her nursing credential .

The nurse in front of my Grandparents house
Durand, Illinois

My grandmother on the left
I wish I knew her name