Fireworks and Furry Friends

Hello buckaroos!

Just stopping in to remind you about fireworks and pets. I know that a lot of us and our neighbors will be shooting off fireworks this weekend for New Year's Eve. Some people even start as soon as tonight where I live. And in the daylight even...don't get me started. We often think about how to take precautions for our own safety but what about our pets?

Please remember to put your pets safely inside this weekend. Every year, thousands and thousands of pets run away due to the fear of exploding fireworks and are never found again. They just keep running and before they know it, they're lost. They don't understand the noise and the lights at all, let me tell you. They can run into traffic or deep into the night due to this fear. Every year, on January 1st, I read the ads of people who have lost their pets due to fireworks. It might not be a bad idea to keep them in the day after either as some people seem to still be popping away their leftover fireworks the next day.

I've also read many lost pet ads this holiday season where pets have been lost due to their slipping out the door during holiday house parties. If at all possible, give your pets a safe, closed room of their own during party time. You don't want your friends giving your Fluffy the queso dip anyway.

I'm still in the middle of searching for Skippy Lou, who has been lost for four months and believe me, a lost pet is a very horrible thing. Did you know that a healthy animal can travel hundreds of miles in a single week when lost? I know, this isn't very festive - but I care about you guys and your pets.

While I'm here, let me implore of you to have your pets microchipped. It's safe and really cheap these days and SO worth it. While I've been searching for Skippy Lou, I've heard story after story of pets being found years later and many, many states away because of a simple microchip. Get you some happy tears here and here.

And please make sure that they have secure collars and tags with your updated information. The time to think about this is not after they've become lost and you are panicked. And this just in: Barbara just clued me in on QR Tags. This is an additional tag that can be put on your pet's collar that can be scanned with a smart phone if your pet is found. You kids with your technology today - you KNOW you love that! The finder can then immediately get your contact information and hello, happy reunion!

Also make sure that you have clear, updated photos of your pets in case you have to quickly make a lost pet flier or post them on the internet. Oh! And if you ever switch out your pet's collar, keep the old ones wrapped in gauze in a ziploc bag in a drawer somewhere. We've been using a bloodhound in our search and those collars are the best scent item ever for tracking. The gauze helps keep your pet's scent intact.

Click on the photo below to go to a site with some great tips on helping your pets feel safe and calm during fireworks:



I hope that you and your furry families have a joyous New Year's Eve! Please pass the word to your friends, families and neighbors that have pets as well. This is an exciting, hectic time of year and it's easy to forget to take these precautions.

Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Light It Up!

It's no secret that I am a bit of a nut for blow molds. I was super excited to be asked by Lisa Hallett Taylor to participate in an online article about them over at About.com.

Click the photo below to see a pretty slideshow of some awesome blow molds and to learn a little history about them too. My portion is on page five but the whole article is full of eye candy and fun facts:



Until next time (let it glow...let it glow..let it glow..)
x's and o's,
Eartha

Fa La La La La

I hope that you all are having a great holiday season! Ours is still in full swing. We've made our way through Tennessee, Georgia and South Carolina and are still in full-on party food snacking mode. Pimento cheese truly is addictive. And don't get me started on the regional favorite of white bread - which if we're honest is like shooting sugar right into one's veins.

Now we're getting ready to hit the day-after-Christmas sales. Yes, it's true. I'm a wrapping paper hoarder. I've told the Mister that if I die before I can use it all, he is welcome to construct my coffin out of the stockpiled rolls of paper and bling it out with the four thousand slivers of tangled ribbons that I've kept. And if money is especially tight, he has the option to have me cremated and displayed in one of my "Yes, I have way too many but they are dirt cheap and I promise that I will give cookies to everyone as gifts next year, m'kay?" cookie tins.

Let's just hope that I die during a Christmas season or people are going to think that he's a real cheapskate!

Here's a little show-and-tell for you until I can get back and give you the scoop on all of the holiday spills, chills and thrills away from the ranch:


From the gift pile


The aftermath


Dad's corner


At Mom's House. Knew that Santa was watching me. Did not steal.
Still questioning decision.



Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Happy Christmas Eve Buckaroos!

Purrrrrfection

Just when I think I've seen the end-all-be-all of Christmas stockings, a package arrives in the mail from my friend, Joan:


...who apparently knows me like the back of her hand.


Do you hear angels singing? Because, I do.
Little googly eyed kitty cat angels. With bows on their tails. Draped in garland.
These are the kinds of things that I like to remember when I lose faith in the world.

Until next time (remember...every time a bell rings, a tabby gets it's wings!)
x's and o's,
Eartha

That Year Of The Giant Snow People

I bought myself a little Christmas gift. My friend, Joan found this photo on Etsy and passed it on the link to me. And I just had to have it.


Awesomeness
It's got everything that makes my heart happy.


Enormous Snowmen? Check!


Stern Slightly Distant Lady?Check!
Freaky Flat Santa Guy? Check!
Eep. What a pair, huh?

I'm still waiting for the photo to arrive and I can't wait to get a better scan of the details. Or to map out my own freakishly gigantic snowmen for the lawn next year. What do you think is in there? Ranch Dressing friend Peashells suggested that they might be bushes - and I think she's right. That would be perfect.



As we don't have any bushes, I think that mine will be chock full of cat hair, dryer lint and Sonic grilled cheese wrappers.

Until next time
x's and o's,
Eartha

The Ghost of Christmas Past

Oh, so okay. I've come to terms with it. The Christmas decorations just aren't going to happen this year.

I did manage to put up the huge Santa head that I found last week:



But beyond that, we still have a Christmas tree with lights and no ornaments standing in our living room. Truly, it's still pretty when the lights are low and it does kinda sorta feel like Christmas.

Since I love seeing everyone's Christmas decor tours, I thought that I'd fake one of my house using photos from last year. Oh, why the heck not? So, this is what my house would have looked like this year if life hadn't gotten in the way. Enjoy!













Okay, that last one is my Mom's house but I figured while I'm cheating, I'm going to cheat it up!

So there you go. I hope that you enjoyed the tour of 2010 pretending to be 2011. I should have the word "kitsch" slapped out of my name for my transgressions this holiday season, I know. And somewhere states away, my Mom who puts up a dozen Christmas trees is filing paperwork to disown me. Oh what a year, people. Oh what a year!

Here's to a festive finale to 2011 and to 2012 being ah-mazing! I just know that next year, I'll have everything done months in advance. Mmm hmm..

Until next time (All aboard! Next stop..Procrastination Station!)
x's and o's,
Eartha

Hustle and Bustle

This guy looks like I feel. I only have a few Christmas presents bought and no Christmas cards written or sent. No halls decked. No holiday baking or crafting done. Not to mention that Christmas tree standing in my living room with lights but no ornaments. Even the cats seem to know that it's inferior as they haven't even bothered to destroy it. Meow. Meh.

It's so funny how we have a full year to get ready for the holidays. I mean we know that they are coming but in the end, people like me are running around calculating shopping days and mailing deadlines at the last minute. I so want to be the girl with perfectly wrapped presents under the tree. The one who is bustling between neighbors' front doors, dressed like Christmas joy and delivering freshly baked cookies. But instead - Oh Mylanta...I'm going to be one of those people, standing at the post office in line for two hours while some stranger behind me breathes down my neck with a rasp that can only mean that I'll be moaning in bed with a flu within a week's time.

Tell me, readers....you're all done, aren't you? You're sitting back with hot cocoa and cookies with sprinkles and thinking, "Ahhhh.." Right?

Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Clickety Clickety Click Click

This weekend, I got my dream typewriter. Well, the Mister got it for me. Being the mighty hunter that he is, he nabbed it from an estate sale. It's from the 60's and is from the Italian maker, Olivetti.


Ciao Bella!

It's clean as a whistle. The case was completely decrepit but the typewriter is pristine. Score one for the fast moving Mister! I showed him a photo of it sitting under a table all forlorn in the sale ad. Like my own personal shopper, he went quick like a bunny and brought that baby home.

I like to think of him fighting off hipsters as he makes his way to the lady with the cash box. Cries of "But..we were going to sell it on Etsy!" trailing behind him.

Since it's older, it doesn't have a key for an exclamation point.



Did you know that most typewriters didn't have those until the 1970's? True. I mean, true!

Being the overenthusiastic writer that I am, I use exclamation points a lot. My understanding is that before typewriters had them, an exclamation point was made by typing a period and then backspacing and adding an apostrophe over the period.

F. Scott Fitzgerald said "Cut out all those exclamation marks. An exclamation mark is like laughing at your own jokes."

Oh, that F. Scott...I'd hate to think of him living in our ROFL!!! LMAO!!! OMG!!! society of today.

Until next time (the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog!!!)
x's and o's,
Eartha

Audio Crush - Shotgun Party

Shotgun Party - Great Big Kiss from Live & Breathing on Vimeo.

The "I Want To Own Him Immediately" Santa

If you've been taking a spin on the Wacky Santa Train (choo! choo!) with me this week, you'll know by now that I delight not only in Christmas but also in the Crazy Creepy Christmas. It was with pure unbridled joy today that I came across this guy:


Um, whoa.
And are you thinking what I'm thinking?



Someone took The Village of The Damned and mixed it with Christmas. Someone who obviously knows the inner longings of my heart.

No, no....unfortunately I do not own him (hangs head in sadness) but it's this shot that makes me want to own him more than anything:


Oh my gosh.
Want some more? Because you KNOW you do!


That picture right there makes me want to buy him just so that I can use this shot on my Christmas cards next year. Could I possibly love him more? Because, no..I couldn't.

Here is the text from the eBay auction:

You are bidding on what I believe to be the coolest vintage stuffed Santa in existence. This Santa appears to have been made in the 30s or 40s The body and head are stuffed, the face is painted and he has light sockets for eyes. When plugged in, the eyes flash on and off. All pieces of the Santa suit are present except for perhaps his belt, if he in fact had a belt originally. Both Santa and the suit are in about the condition you would expect of a 60-70 year old item, worn but presentable. This is the easily the coolest and creepiest Santa I have ever seen and I believe it's pretty rare, try to find another on the net. If you've read this far, you know you want him. Look into his eyes...go ahead...bid.



Brilliance

It's true - he is rare. And I've never seen one before as if I had, I'd still be talking about it even if it were years ago. As for now, I will only dream about him coming to Kitschville as all of my "fun money" has to go to things that don't evoke shrieks of glee this year. But if you want to make him yours, go on over and see the super nice seller bertie2330 here: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Until next time (let it glow...let it glow..let it glow),
x's and o's,
Eartha

A Very Nervous Santa

In keeping with the theme of yesterday's post, today I'd like to show you another Santa from my collection.

Also from 1952 - but this time, the very nervous Santa!


Whoa Nellie!
Since there's just so much to think about here, we'll not get bogged down in the fact that he has no legs. We'll just focus on his face. That face that brings to mind someone who is getting a way too personal pat-down from airport security.

Or perhaps a man who is trapped on the tiny ledge of a skyscraper and is inching slowly towards an open window. Both things that you never think about Santa being involved in.

And once again, just like yesterday's Santa, the box is pretty deceptive:


On the left: Police Lineup Santa
On the right: Santa Glo

That said, he's also nothing like the advertisement from the Sears catalog either:


I remember watching this Western once where the bad guys (yes, I said "bad guys" like an eight year old) tied up a man in the middle of the desert to torture him until he slowly died from baking in the sun. That's what this illustration reminds me of. Picture rope around his wrists and men in black hats snarling through chewing tobacco stained teeth..

Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Santa Follows You

Yesterday I noted that there should be a "Scared Straight" program for holiday blow mold addicts like myself. Then I remembered this awesome wall Santa that my Mom gave me a couple of years ago:




Adequately scary, huh?
This guy should come with a light bulb and a restraining order.

Here's an ad for him from the 1952 Sears catalog:


Is it just me or does he look jollier...friendlier in the ad?

They briefly mention that he's made so that his eyes appear to follow you around the room. Because leering is festive.

But wait until you get a look at the company's name that made him....


Eep.

Of course, I had big hopes that this place would still be open and sending out Santas to follow stalk the masses after all of these years but alas:


A strip mall restaurant

Records show that Santa Follows You, Inc. filed to be a for-profit business on Thursday, April 03, 1952 and then, not a single mention of them ever again. Not a peep. Not a ho ho ho.

Being a huge fan of The Twilight Zone, I like to imagine that this company was set up for a short time only to send these Santas to follow us out into the world (for an eerie purpose that has yet to reveal itself) and then as the clock struck midnight on that Christmas night in 1952 they evaporated into thin air.

Tomorrow (in an attempt to keep the Crazy Santa train rolling on down the tracks), I'll share with you a very nervous Santa.

Until next time (he sees you when you're sleeping..he knows when you're awake),
x's and o's,
Eartha

Coming Soon....Huge Freakin' Santa Head

There should be a "scared straight" program for blow mold addicts.

Dream It. Make It. Wear it. WORK IT!

I'm nobody without that salad bowl hat. Simply, nobody.

For the Love of Marilyn

I can't say for sure how this will be as a film but I do believe it's going to be some lovely eye candy to lose ourselves in for a while:

Crafty

First up:




Well, someone loves cats!

When I've been told that I'm going to be a "crazy old cat lady" one day (and I've heard it often), I've always imagined myself as reeking of cat urine and all of my friends, neighbors and relatives trying to find a tactful way to tell me. Or shuffling around in the grocery store covered in cat hair, trying to get an enormous bag of dry cat food into my cart without falling over. Okay, that last one happens now but still...

If I can be a "crazy old cat lady" like this lady, I'm all in! And seriously, I'm with her in that I can't get enough of making things.

And speaking of making things, do you like making things? My gal pals over at No Pattern Required are having a contest to win a whole slew of fantastic retro inspired Christmas cards. Go on over and if you get a hankering to, make something awesome and enter it in their contest! They're looking for your creations made with thrifted or reused items that are vintage or have a vintage feel. This one has you buckaroos all over it! Three super cool prizes will be awarded and the deadline is November 20th.

Go here for the details, y'all: No Pattern Required

Tell them Eartha said hey and ho! ho! ho! and stuff.

Until next time (remember hot glue burns only build character),
x's and o's,
Eartha

Hey Mister DJ! (and Swoop! There it is!)

If you're a cat owner, you're probably familiar with the mighty Turbo Scratcher. Here's Pip with hers as a kitten:



My cats go apes over theirs. They only spin the ball when they are tweaked out of their minds on the nip but they love that middle scratching part 24/7. As with anything along that vein, the company gets your pet hooked and then you have to pay a ridiculous amount for the cardboard refills. Every time that we buy some, I moan, "That much?? They're made out of cardboard!" But we pet parents know that if we stop buying those scritchety-scratch refills, our couches will pay the ugly price.

I keep trying to fight it but...enter the cutest thing ever:



by Perpetual Kid

$34.99 for cardboard - ouch! But let me tell you...if I were to accidentally find $34.99 on the sidewalk, my kitties would be mix-mastering it up!

And from cats to birds, I just have to share this amazing video of starlings:



Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

We've all got gilligans in us

My Dad told me that when I was a little kid, I once enthusiastically told him, "We've all got gilligans in us! " Now, this was the era of the those island cast-aways and their three hour tour but in the end, he figured out that I didn't mean gilligans at all, but merely skeletons.

And it's true - we do. And they remain one of my favorite Halloween decorations to this very day.

The center of my Halloween display this year is this one made by my niece, Molly from pasta and beans. Love. It.



I may be biased but I think that she's an art makin' rock star.

Let's go get schooled on some gilligans, shall we?



Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Well, Hello, Dolly!

I'm kicking myself for not buying this handmade Dolly Parton soap that I saw in a junk shop recently. I must have lost all country music and kitsch lovin' reasoning!



Okay, to be honest..I think that it was the pantyhose skin. In retrospect, even with my pantyhose craft ban, I may have to give myself just a little wiggle room if it's for the right reason. I think I'll go back and look for it this weekend and if I find it, challenge myself to make a Porter soap to go with it.



We've all got to have goals, you know?

Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Childhood: Proceed with Caution

There are a lot of people from my generation who look upon the cautious era that we live in today and wonder how we even survived childhood.

Why, remember how we'd go on family trips in the back of our parents' carpeted, customized vans or in the way-back of station wagons and not wear seat belts? Just bouncing around in the back like crash test dummies while our parents drowned out our shrieks of joy with ELO in the tape deck? And how most of our toys were either choke hazards, painted with lead paint or edged in sharp metal? Bike helmets were for sissies and of course Silly Putty was supposed to go inside of your ears. And you couldn't even consider yourself a real girl unless you'd burned off the top layer of your knuckle skin on an Easy Bake oven. Or a real sister unless you'd been shot in the head with a BB gun. If you never stretched your Stretch Armstrong to the breaking point and got yourself slung into a wall, you were only a shell of a child.

Yes, I guess it really is a wonder that we're not all dead.

My friends and family always joke when Halloween comes around because we feel nostalgic for the plastic masks and costumes. Yes, the same masks that sliced our tongues as we fought valiantly for air. And those costumes that were bound to rip if you moved too far, too fast.


Me and my brother, 1977

Besides the big rumor that people were putting razor blades in apples, I never considered it as a time when any of us were worried about pitfalls and prat falls. That is until I found this little film from the same year, 1977.



Did you see how many times that kid fell down? What the heck was wrong with her? She would have been weeded out fast in the brutal Lord of the Flies atmosphere of my old neighborhood. And my lord, did you see how they took her from an amazing witch to a white robed, reflection taped butt of jokes?

And how many of you shuddered when the girl put sticky tape all over that amazing vintage Halloween sack? My lord. I do admit that I admired the macabre planning ahead aspect of writing one's name and address on your treat bag in case of accident. Because we all know that no kid worth their salt was ever goin' down if not clutching their treat bag in their cold, dead hands.

How about how the mother slaved away to try and make the costume safer only to trash the poor kid's witch mask?? I guarantee you somewhere, that kid had a pair of roller skates without wheels.

Curious about the second part of the film? Will the little girl even be allowed to leave the house? Let's see:



Did you notice that in the party scene, the food bowls were completely empty? That little shindig must have been thrown at the house of the "eat before you go trick-or-treating" family. Would a little Chex Mix have killed them?

And I don't know which was sadder - that kid having to throw out half of her treats when she got home OR the stand-up routines that the children had to perform just to get candy. Did any of you ever have to do that? Is this just a New Jersey thing? I remember my brother and I shrieking, "Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Give me something good to eat!" and that was it. We were out for cheap thrills - not to entertain the senior set.

And we sure as heck weren't going to wear our Mom's rouge or food coloring when we could be falling off of curbs in plastic masks and putting our lives at risk with impalement by non-sawed-off broomsticks. We'd sooner have our Big Wheels thrown into a fire pit than to wear a dirty old mop head as a wig.

I'll leave you with this clip from one of my favorite shows ever. The Bionic Woman bit gets me every time.



Tell me about your childhood Halloweens, buckaroos! Were your parents the cautious types? Did you run through the night like wild goblins and ghouls until all of the porch lights went out?

Until next time (remember butterscotch and circus peanuts are not considered "treats"),
x's and o's,
Eartha

Ahh....The Bread Group

When I was growing up, biscuits were the thing. Living in the deep South, pretty much every meal had homemade biscuits. I remember watching my Mom's and Grandmother's hands working like whips across a kitchen counter covered in flour and within a few minutes, a well-worn greased pan would be popped into the oven and soon removed to deliver hot and heavenly biscuits.

Strangely enough, even though I lingered in the kitchen like a lost haint when I was growing up, I never learned the biscuit making skills. I've always been more of an exact measurements kind of gal and well, the women in my family have always tended to speak in terms like "just a smidge" and "until it looks right". Recently when I was back home, my Mom was making cornbread and I made her give me every single one of her "smidges" and "until it looks right" before she added them to the bowl so that I could measure them exactly and bring the specifics home and duplicate the magic. Of course, much like trying to capture lightning in a jar, the magic has yet to come even close.

The Mister, being from the Mid-West gets tickled at me sometimes. No matter what meal we are making, I'll say, "Okay, now what for the bread group?" He often argues, "I don't think that we need bread with this." Of course, I bounce a "what in the hee-haw hell?" look off of him and say, "WHERE are you FROM??"

He'll then remind me that his family hardly ever had bread with meals and that they had crescent rolls occasionally on only the most special occasions. (Crescent rolls! Occasionally!) Every time that he tells me, I feel weepy for him. Such a sad upbringing! Why, how on Earth did they get the kids to stop playing outside and come in for meals if not with promises of hot bread? Don't even get me started on how they steam their vegetables out there. Hardly even cooked, I tell ya. Someone could get sick from practices like that.

So that brings us to this fantastic song by The Coon Creek Girls. I think that more songs should end with "wow..wow..wow! wow! wow!" And seriously, any tune that challenges me to eat as many biscuits as possible is a-okay in my book:



I once worked with a realtor who had on his business card "Too Much Jelly For Just One Biscuit". I never really know how that applied to real estate but it seems to fit well here.

Learn the fascinating story behind The Coon Creek Girls here including how they performed for President Roosevelt and the First Lady as well as a high-falootin' King and Queen.

Until next time (if biscuits are wrong, I don't wanna be right)
x's and o's,
Eartha

Johnnie Wright Will Be Missed

We lost another great one today. Johnnie Wright passed away today in his home. He was a solo performer as well as half of the chart-topping duo Johnnie and Jack. Strangely enough, we've got another Patsy Cline connection here - the Jack in the duo was Jack Anglin who died in a car crash on the way to a memorial service for Patsy, Hawkshaw Hawkins, Cowboy Copas, and Randy Hughes.

Johnnie is also well-known as the husband of the great Kitty Wells who is still with us.

Here is a really interesting article on his life and career. It also gives a behind the scenes look at how he convinced Kitty to change her name to such and brought her the now famous song "It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels":

Johnnie Wright, country star and husband of Kitty Wells, dies at 97

May he rest in peace.

Here he is with Bill Phillips and his daughter Ruby who passed in 2009:

Wilma Lee Will Be Missed

We lost one of our great classic bluegrass and country music stars today, Wilma Lee Cooper. Here she is with her husband Stoney and The Clinch Mountain Clan:



Wilma Lee and Stoney began recording in the late 1940s, then performed regularly on the Opry from 1957 until Stoney passed away in 1977. She was known as "The First Lady of Bluegrass" and continued to perform until she had a stroke while performing on stage at the Opry in 2001. The doctors said she would never walk again but she fought tooth and nail and regained use of her legs a few years later. She died today in her home of natural causes.



Rest in peace, Wilma Lee. I hope that Stoney met you on the other side with a song. You really do make a lovely couple.



Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha

Happy Birthday George

I had to take a moment and leave a little birthday tribute to George Jones today. It's his eightieth birthday today! That would make him thirty four years old in this video.

The man singing there with him is also quite awesome. He's George "Georgie" Riddle and because everything seems to be six degrees from Patsy Cline these days, he and George Jones both performed at that last concert that Patsy ever did.

And along with George, this song is also dedicated to my buddy Sara and her Mister who were here for moonshine and a real live possum at our house around this time last year. And heck, I just realized that a lot of things in my life somehow always revolve back around to moonshine, possums and Patsy. I like that.

Here's a toast to "The Possum" George Jones and to evenings with white lightnin' and enormous possums in the driveway:

The Search Goes On

Sorry for missing our scheduled Sunday episode of Pam's home movies. We're still on the frantic hunt for Skippy Lou. Today is her birthday and on Friday, her Mom starts chemotherapy.

If you're praying folks, pray for a miracle. And if anyone has any media contacts (TV, newspapers, blogs - local or national) please let me know. We had the following local coverage from one news station but due to the tennis matches, it came on right before midnight instead of the three earlier time slots when people would have seen it. We really need media coverage right now. And reinforcements. Skippy Lou has been missing for a month tomorrow and though we have possible sightings, she isn't home yet.



x's and o's,
Eartha

Patsy's Things

Hey buckaroos! I've got a special treat for you today. Would you like to peek into Patsy Cline's jewelry box?

Now I wish that I could say that I found these items while rambling about in my attic but sadly, I had to photograph them through dimly lit plexiglass for you at Willie Nelson's museum. More on the museum coming up later in the week but here's a quick peek at their Patsy display. What fascinated me most was her jewelry box and the contents donated with:





Love these dice earrings



And the little horseshoes


These cute little wagons didn't appear to be jewelry - maybe just little trinkets? And I'm not sure if the guns and holsters are brooches or maybe diaper pins. I've seen vintage diaper pins just like these before. The exhibit wasn't labeled very well so it's anyone's guess...


Here's Patsy and Charlie on their wedding day:


And here you can see the whole display including her gold jacket and beautiful gown:



And I love these two shots of her:




This photo is said to be one of the last ever taken of her on the night that she died.

These items were donated by Patsy's husband, Charlie. On a related note (and talk about dream finds) did you know that Marty Stuart once found Patsy's makeup case at an antique store in the eighties? He got it for a mere seventy five dollars! You can read about it here. It was in a local exhibition recently and I missed seeing it by one day. I got my dates mixed up and by the time I got there, it was gone. I was so sad!

Hey, maybe Marty will invite me over to see it one day. With how odd this year has been, one just never knows. If he does, I'll be sure and get photos for you!

Until next time,
x's and o's,
Eartha