My current favorite and a dog story

Do you sometimes save things even though you have no idea what you are going to do with them?  (Wait, who are my readers?!--of course you do!)  Well, I had been saving those metal Fossil watch tins. 

I recently rediscovered the joys of Modge Podge.  Modge Podge meet metal box.  Throw in bits and pieces of vintage paper, saved tags, and other collected papers.

(Tracy from French Larkspur might recognize the tissue paper with which my latest Jeanne de' Arc magazine was wrapped.  Thank you!  I love ordering stuff from Etsy as the wrapping and extras are a good as the ordered object!)

I tear bits and pieces and Modge Podge them to the inside of the box.  I cut larger pieces to fit the bottom/back of the box.

Then my husband introduced me to Rub and Buff.  I love this stuff.  Rub it on and you have a metallic finish.  A little goes a long way.  And there are endless uses for it.

Then once everything has dried, decide what to do with the mini display space.  Here are some of my past choices.  These last two are waiting for inspiration to strike.

And while I was busy decopaging and buffing, we had a visitor.  I was stuck at home today because of the major blizzard covering the upper midwest.  In the midst of these 50 mph winds, cold temps, and whiteout conditions, a loveable golden retriever showed up at our house.  Now we recently moved to the country and our nearest neighbor is about 1/4 mile away with a marais and trees seperating us.  Poor puppy had no tags so I didn't know where he belonged.  We haven't yet met our neighbors and after doing a county property search to find names of the nearest neighbors found that no one had landline phones.  So, I couldn't track down phone numbers.  After a very lengthy internet search I finally found one probably work email address and sent off a message.  10 minutes later my phone rang and the dog owners had been found.  By this time, 'Frosty' the dog had been at our place about 4 hours.  He wouldn't stay in the garage where he had shelter, water, and food.  Oh no, he had to sit at the patio door hoping to come in the house. 

Unfortunately, a strange dog with no tags was not going to get to come in.  I finally pulled out a blanket and draped it over the patio furniture to give him a windbreak and he settled in and napped until his owners arrived.  All ended well.  'Frosty' was happy, amazingly warm and good natured despite the snow and wind, and got to go home.  We met our neighbors who seemed very nice.  The moral of this story--please make sure your pets have tags!

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