Shipwreck Days...

Was able to go to the Shipwreck Days flea-market in Anacortes last Saturday with some friends. We started off on our quest for antique treasures early that morning. Once there, we began to search the booths for that special something -what that was we did not know- that we could not leave behind. After a quarter of the way, I was suprisingly offered a lovely glass candy dish for free from a vendor. I accepted it. It's lovely. I think I'll keep it on my vanity table when Janie and I's attic bedroom has been completed. Maybe with old fashioned peppermints inside. Or horehound candies. Maybe my supply of
earrings will find there home inside it instead. Who knows what that little jar will hold! Such sweet surprises. I walked to the next booth and there it was... I could not leave this... Mama collects antique, porcelian baby booties... and there they were on the table in front of me, a creamy yellow pair. She did not have that colour of baby booties. After doing the usual ritual of bartering I had the pair of booties safely in hand. The first treasure found and bargained for. Some time passed... We walked through the booths until we had made it only half way,... we left to get some food, and I, of course, had to find the nearest Starbucks... a tall, caramel macchiatto, extra caramel, extra foam; thank you very much!!! I was very satisfied with that. Once back, we continued along.the booths,... I saw a beautiful antique plate, but wasn't certian about buying it,... gorgeous too. It had the deepest brown edges, with golden flowers, which faded to a deep cream, getting lighter and lighter until the middle of the plate, where two yellow roses were painted. Very pretty. Only two dollars. Antique? It looked like it. Yet...I left it... oh, Tawney, why? I see now you live and learn. I tried to not think of it and stopped in at a boutique... we were three quarters of the way through... the plate was coming to mind,... I tried buying a cotton-candy to ignore the thought of it. :) We finished, and I hadn't found the plate I left. We went to some garage sales,... nothing of interest for me. We dashed back to the Shipwreck Days as they were in their last hour so that we could barter with the desperate vendors who were placing things out for free or for less money as they wanted to sell them. And lo and behold,... there was the plate. I was so happy I jumped up and down... (that is inherited from my Mother.)  :) And I finally had it! After that, we stopped in at a few lovely antique shops. Sweet. Inspiring. I felt very much at home among the teacups, old lace, vanity tables, antique prom dresses... can anyone say Romance galore? <3 We walked through each nick and cranny, searched from top to bottom... tired feet finally set in and we were getting hungry... supplies had been exhausted, if you will. :)
It was the end of the Shipwreck days, and we were happy, tired, and laden with treasures... we got home at 5 o' clock, and can anyone say an AMAZING dinner that evening? Seriously. Steak. Bean Salad. Artichoke Hearts. Honey Fried Potatoes. Fried Mushroom slices. Tall glasses of cold milk to wash it down. I ate beyond what I should have that evening, even if I came with a ravenous appetite after a long, toilsome day of antique searching!!! To top it all off, we watched Pride and Prejudice, snuggled up on the couches trying to keep from drifting off to sleep...

Lovely times. A perfect ending to the perfect day. <3 Precious memories!!! <3

Hope you all have had a jolly week!

Love,
Tawney Rae <3


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The words on my heart tonight...

"I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking in thy eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to darkness utterly,
It might be well perhaps. But if instead,
Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow
The grey dust up,... those laurels on thy head,
O my Beloved, will not shield thee so,
That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred
The hair beneath. Stand further off then! go!"
-Elizabeth Barret Browning, Sonnet V~


"And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each?-
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hands to hold my spirit so far off
From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Comend my woman-love to thy belief,-
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey it's grief."
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet XIII~

Love the sonnets of Elizabeth Barret Browning... they are so expressive. I love these two written above... they are simply...

BEAUTIFUL... SENTIMENTAL... SAD BUT SWEET... WRITTEN FROM HER DEEPEST EMOTIONS... DEFINITELY MY DEFINITION OF TRUE POETRY...
         I SIMPLY LOVE POETRY...


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Tonight is so lovely outside... it's just breathtaking to feel the warm wind, watch grasses sway in the breeze, see the world turn to it's twilight hour, and know that God gave this to us for our pleasure. It can be comforting, to know that He loves us enough to place all this before us...and that He works all to our good... He knows us so well. He knows what is best for us. He works all to our good, and His glory; because He loves us. He is such a loving Saviour. Just trust Him, dear reader! As a friend told me only this afternoon: He is the One who is the Great Creator... He knows every part of us, and knows what is best for us. He created us, and is the writer of our days... so isn't He worthy of our trust in whatever situation we are facing? Doesn't He care for us, and will deliver us if we trust in Him? ...I think I needed to be reminded of that. Now I share those words with you, as they are the words on my heart tonight,...

Simply trust Him.....

Love,
Tawney Rae

Strength to endure, dear Lord.

"O Lord, against this bosom blast
Of coiled and seething feelings,
Batt'ring passions, ebbing yearnings,
Oozing ache of inner man,
Raise Thou the flinty walls of stuff of
Which Thy Son was made.
Yea, build in me the buttressed
Bastions of faith
That shall resist the undersucking flow
Of soulish tide,
And make me to endure this late attack,
I pray, in Jesus name."
-Jim Elliot

Strengthen me, O Lord. Make me like Thy Son, I pray.
Amen

Love,
Tawney Rae

Psalm 138:8

"The LORD will perfect that which concerneth me: thy mercy, O LORD, endureth forever: forsake not the work of thy hands."

Love,
Tawney Rae