Tuesday, May 29, 2012





What an incredibly AWESOME experience!  We are humbled...
Thank you ALL for your support and all of the emails asking how our event fared!
UNBELIEVABLE!  I am still mouthing the words, OMG, OMG, OMG...

And if you didn’t already know about this... the CASH MOB was formed to stimulate business 
for the little guy... the mom and pop businesses that desperately need and count on 
YOUR support to continue surviving and thriving in this day and age!  
SHOP LOCAL is the message:  Don’t let the independents go by the wayside!

WE need YOUR support and WE appreciate you SO much!  All of the independent businesses 
in Issaquah (as well as small communities throughout America) depend on you.  
We have so much to offer... so much more than the big box stores.
Give us a try!  We will help you with anything you need!

And again, thank you for the INCREDIBLE SUPPORT
at the CASH MOB event last Wednesday!  What an amazing day...

King5 was at SISTERS ANTIQUES from 3:00 p.m. until about 7:00 p.m.,
filming our CASH MOB for a feature which will air in about 2 weeks!
Stay tuned for more information:  http://www.king5.com/

Thank you to the Young Issaquah Professionals for selecting SISTERS ANTIQUES 

Thank you to the CASH MOB Issaquah for organizing this event!

Thank you to Jeanne Gustafson at SAMMAMISH-ISSAQUAH PATCH
for their support, publicity and fantastic photos!

And a VERY special THANK YOU to Nathan Perea, Director of Membership Development, 
Greater Issaquah Chamber of Commerce, for making the connection 
and recommending SISTERS ANTIQUES for a visit from the CASH MOB!!!

Can you tell I’m still giddy???

Monday, May 21, 2012


We are SOOO excited to have been selected for the next cash mob!

So much to do, so little time...  But we'll get there... we'll get it all done.

Hope to see you on Wednesday!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

"V" is for Vanessa

It was only 2 1/2 years ago when I shared the
wedding experience of my oldest son 
and his beautiful wife.  

And about 8 months ago they shared 
some wonderful news with me!

Now the title of gramma has been 
bestowed upon me.

At this very moment I feel like the only one 
who has ever experienced the thrill of becoming a gramma. 

...and I can debut my beautiful granddaughter!

What an incredible feeling!

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Sound of Silence

... is wonderful, but only when you are ready for it.

For me, it’s been too quiet lately.  It started snowing on Saturday, a week and a half ago.  Roads were almost impossible to navigate, especially living at the end of a long, narrow driveway and being a little remote.  But I love the snow and this was to be an adventure... an excuse to play and not work.

But then we lost power last Thursday.  It was dark and very cold.  We couldn’t even leave the house for the first few days.  And when we were able to, we didn’t go far or stay long because we just couldn’t leave our animals alone in a house that had become colder inside than the temperature outside.

Layered in long underwear and sweats, multiple long-sleeved shirts, three pairs of socks, a knee-length down coat with a hood and covered with blankets I shared with two cats and two dogs, I heard something.  And then the bulbs in my chandelier flickered.

Finally, late yesterday afternoon, we were no longer powerless. 

Powerless...  I’d never thought about that word having so many meanings before.

This morning, our home is warm again, the animals are content, I am “powerful.”

And I am happy.  Very happy.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Little Stuart

True story... November 26, 2006

It’s 5:30 a.m. and we have finally captured little Stuart.  He happily rests atop a piece of whole grain bread in an antique pickle jar (which up until moments earlier contained dry cat food).

WE -- because this was a team effort led by Rocky (cat) with Pita (dog) and Shadow (dog) bringing up the rear.  The adventure began last night while we were enjoying the massive snowfall, from the inside looking out, of course.  On the telephone in her bedroom, Katie loudly announced, “Mooommm… Rocky has a mouse!” 

Despite Rocky’s attempts to catch and hold the fuzzy little rodent, he was so tiny that he quickly escaped the feline grasp.  After Katie tossed me a large plastic cup to hold the wild critter, the five of us ran in and out of rooms throughout the house in hot pursuit. 

So close so many times, but he eluded us!  Our evening was filled with watching the snow fall, checking the news to watch more snow fall, and keeping watch for our furry friend as he scurried across the hardwood floor. 

Finally drifting off to sleep around midnight, all was quiet…  The dogs were nestled asleep on their beds; not a creature was stirring, not even…  But WAIT!  The soft pattering of cat paws became louder and more deliberate, as Rocky once again encountered his new-found pal.  Rallying the troops, he soon chased through the dining room, into the family room, back through the hall and into the bedrooms, playing tag with Pita and Shadow and a not-so-willing little Stuart.  Despite my attempts to put this game off until the daylight hours, the race resumed several times during the wee hours. 

Shortly before 5, as one of the team members ran across my sleeping body, obviously taking a shorter route to catch up with his pal, I decided to join in.  Through the hall, into the kitchen, back around to the dining room, around the boxes (note to self: finish unpacking or throw this stuff into the garage…), under the coffee table, behind the couch and between the blanket chest, little Stuart was getting tired.  Not so for the team!  With Rocky at one end and my flashlight and cup at the other end, I attempted to carefully poke a broom handle between the couch and chest to prod our furry friend into the safety of the cup.  Without hesitation, little Stuart squeezed himself under the couch, turned around, and poked his twitching little nose out to see if we were still waiting for him. 

Another chase behind the buffet, under the dining table, back behind the couch, and under the fireplace hearth led our buddy to safety behind a stack of suitcases on the floor.  Again, with Rocky at one end and my flashlight and cup at the other end, I was able to slowly and safely move the stack away from the wall to expose a very tired, nearly sleeping, little Stuart.  Gently, I reached behind the suitcases and carefully cupped my hand around this little creature and placed him safely into the plastic cup.

Rocky is still waiting at his end of the suitcase stack for his friend to re-appear.  The other two members of the team, totally exhausted from the chase, are fast asleep on their blankets.  And hopefully, sometime this morning when Katie finally rolls over on the couch (where she fell asleep watching the snow) and is face-to-face with the pickle jar sitting on the coffee table, her screams won’t awaken a sleeping little Stuart.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


It’s not that I don’t have plenty to be thankful for, I guess it just becomes more apparent this time of year.  
I found myself complaining (hopefully to myself and not others) I never felt like I got my fill of summer.

Having grown up in Southern California, I always loved the heat.  Even though I’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest for the past 22 years, it seems like there were always distinct seasons... until this year.  

Sure, there were a couple of days in the 80s, but my measurement of what kind of summer I’ve had comes in the form of how many times I’ve watered the lawn and my rose garden, and whether or not I’ve turned on the fan/air conditioning system we have.  

Sadly, not only have I not watered the lawn at all, nor have I turned on any fans, I just noticed today that the Styrofoam protector to keep the pipes from freezing is still on one of the faucets from last year!  And the only reason I watered my rose garden once or twice was to soften the soil so I could weed the beds.

I started thinking... how is it that I can feel so young and so vibrant, but I have outlived all of my relatives except for my children and a couple of nieces?  Does that make me the matriarch now?  Gulp!

Then I remembered that my oldest son and his wife will be having their first child in April.  My other son lives a few miles from me so we can visit often.  And my daughter is getting married next June.  I have a second daughter and will soon have a third son.  I will be a grandma for the very first time.  I already have a wonderful mother-in-law buddy because of my son’s wife, as well as her sister and a son and daughter.  And now I’ll be getting two more in-law buddies next June.

And I am blessed to have the most wonderful man in my life.  He is my best friend, my mentor, my sweetheart.  He shared his incredible mom with me soon after we started dating.  Add to that a brother and his wife and family, and a sister and her husband and family.  And the icing on the cake are his two wonderful daughters.  One has a great husband, two little boys and a baby boy.  The other has a very special man in her life.

You see, sometimes we take for granted those things that should be so obvious.  I don’t care if it isn’t hot and sunny all the time; I really don’t care if it rains most of the time.  Well, I try not to care about the rain... but living here and enjoying the lush greenery year-round and the wildlife certainly makes it all worthwhile.

What a perfect day to think remember how blessed I am and truly be thankful for what I have.
I hope you take the time today to count your blessings as well.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Saturday, November 5, 2011


Please realize this blog isn’t “anti” anything.  Quite the opposite, it’s “pro”.


This was shared on Facebook by Heart Vintage Design, a store in Mount Dora, Florida (a self-proclaimed purveyor of quality vintage items).   I think it’s very worthy of being shared again and again.



As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods – merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor.  This year should be different.  This year Americans need to give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans.  There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands.  Yes there is!

It's time to think outside the box, people.  Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese-produced wrapping paper?

Everyone – yes, EVERYONE – gets their hair cut.  How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?

Gym membership?  It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.  And for those special furry critters – what about pet groomers?

Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed?  Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.

Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamins on a Chinese made flat-screen?  Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.

There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants – all offering gift certificates.  And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint?  Remember folks, this isn't about big National chains – this is about supporting your hometown Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?

Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom?  Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.

My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.

Okay, you were looking for something more personal...  Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves.  They make jewelry and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.  

Plan your holiday outings at local, owner-operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip.  And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre?  Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.  

Honestly people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese made lights for the house?  When you buy a five dollar string of lights, about fifty cents stays in the community.  If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.

You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city.  Christmas is now about caring about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams.  And when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine.

THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.

May it be your tradition as well.