The Assemblagist

Work continues on the Ann Head but progress is slow. This sore throat/fever/aches and pain - stuffy and I can't rest syndrome is for the birds. My sedentary days make the dogs nutzo bazooms because I won't take them for a walk until the sun goes down and the air is cooler. My little household fills quickly with internal squalor as my health declines. Rob [my muse] remained home last night as The Assemblagist ventured out into the public domain to seek inspiration and comfort amongst friends and family. While the opening act proved sufficient to reduce my ill-gotten cold symptoms, by the second hour my throat began to its quick descent into complete oblivion as my tonsils and adenoids became visions of past infections. ... read more

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The last Woodside Antiques auction we attended must have been in, what... January? That's when we acquired the Victorian scrapbook and the sewing basket filled with dozens of spools of vintage thread. And the Victorian handmade lace, the 1920s dresses... great bunches of "stuff" at some very low prices. Yes, I'm talking to myself. Didn't I end up with a huge box filled with matchbooks? It was the time I bid without knowing I'd done so? Yeah, it's all coming back to me now. Well, seems the $5.00 purchase price may not have been so ignorant after all. Turns out, matchbooks are collectible. Who knew? You did, right? Why didn't you tell me? ... read more

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