February 25, 2013
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So the little baby I wrote about last time, the baby goat, died. He gave it a good shot, lived three days, but he just couldn’t make it. Who knows what all he had wrong with him other than the cleft palatte. We’ll never know, but like Doyle said, we did the best we could for him, he did his best, and we don’t have to feel bad about it. It’s always sad though when we lose a life, even if it is just a goat kid.
In other news, I’ve opened my shop on Etsy.com. If you click on the here it should take you to my shop. http://www.etsy.com/shop/Nalishouse Hope to see you over there! I specialize in vintage items, clothes, house decor, housewares and books. I have been thinking lately about why I love and have always loved old things, and I’ve decided it has to do with where I grew up. I grew up on a mission, where we regularly received in the mail…..missionary boxes. And wow, these boxes could bring us about anything you could ever want. I literally was one of the coolest, best dressed kids in my local high school (okay, that may not be saying too much, but still……..!)
My mother never wanted any one to know we were missionaries by how we looked, and she got her wish. In the late 60′s and early 70′s when I was a teen, my missionary father got me a subscription to Seventeen magazine. Now, granted, I don’t think I would subscribe to it today for my daughter, if I had a teen daughter, but back then, a lot of the articles (at least the ones I was mainly interested in) were about fashion and what the teen girls were wearing in L.A. or NYC! And boy, did I love the latest fashions! (Goodness, how times have changed!). BUT….you might say, what does vintage have to do with modern? Well, pretty much everything! Because….what’s new today, is what was new about 30 years ago! So. whala!!! WE got clothes that were 30 years out of style, except that they were IN style when they came around to us! So….that pretty much sums up why I loved vintage back then and why I love it today! As they say….”what goes around comes around!”
