Jabberwocky: Glorious Nonsense!

hey y'all,

do you ever get the feeling that when you're talking, people are just tolerating your jibber jabber ... simply waiting for you to finish?

i get that a lot. believe me, i KNOW i have the gift of gab. but lately, i've made a conscious effort to scale back my jabberwocky and listen more. it's not an easy thing for me.

but when i'm less chatty, i'm asked "what's wrong? you're too quiet!"

sigh.

anyhow, since this is MY blog, i'm going to continue all manner of jabberwocky ... as much as i like. i once told someone, somewhere, at sometime when (s)he complained about my writing style, "it's my blog. no one's pointing a gun to your head, making you read it." sheesh. i must've been slightly hormonal that day.

one, two! one, two! and through and through
the vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
he left it dead, and with its head
he went galumphing back.*

ummm, which reminds me of an internet article i read this week. a reporter who maintains a private blog decided to vent about her dreadful mother-in-law therewith. actually, it wasn't even her blog. it was a friend's blog and she was "careful" to change names, etc. she still got busted and the family was, naturally, rather disgruntled.

he took his vorpal sword in hand:
long time the manxome foe he sought —
so rested he by the tumtum tree,
and stood awhile in thought.*

i had mixed feelings about the story, because well, i like to vent on my blog and i certainly believe in freedom of speech. however, i know how ... er ... touchy family dynamics can be. especially in-law situations (do NOT step on those damn mome raths!).

at this point in my life, parents-in-law aren't a factor. but who KNOWS what i might write if they did exist and a situation presented itself. i shudder to think!

"the jaws that bite! the claws that catch!"*

where am i going with this rant of mine? no where in particular, except this: there's always so much on my mind that i want to write about but don't, because it doesn't necessarily fit into my blog description of "my obsession with vintage junking ... and more!"

i suppose this is the ... and more! part. so heads up: there may be more ... and more! to follow in future blogs. but at the heart of it all will still be my junking adventures (and misadventures!) and all the awesome vintage treasures that come my way.

♪♫♪♫’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. ♪♫♪♫ *

while schlepping around last weekend, i ran into the mad hatter at a church rummage sale and bought this pink one from him. the hats were owned by a dear lady (who i knew) who passed away ... and so it has special meaning.

revved up the ol' glue gun this morning and got to work on her. used vintage flowers, vintage lace, vintage costume jewelry.

close up of the flowers. sooo pretty!

the back of the hat. i used an old, old little pink clip-on bow tie (with a pearl) to finish off the hat. am pleased with the finished product. judy and ruth, i hope y'all are just as pleased too. i'm calling it "the carolyn". :)

love and hugs,
terry lee (lost in bloggerland)

*all excerpts from lewis carroll's poem "jabberwocky"