I Love My Shasta!

Oh yes!  I wanted one of these darling little travel trailers for the longest time and I kept my eyes peeled for one until this rough gem popped up in our own backyard.  Well, not exactly in our backyard - but close.  It had gotten some use over the years but had mostly just languished behind a garage for many, many years until I rescued it.


Dusty and dirty, it housed my stored canvases, picture frames and odds and ends that we had put there during our move almost three years ago.  Until last Saturday.  Quite honestly, I've had this trailer for several years and hadn't had much time (so you say) to dig in and start fixing it up but Saturday I got the urge.  I emptied it out and started cleaning.  And cleaning.  And cleaning.

After one bottle of Murphy's Oil Soap, Windex, a Yankee   Candle plug-in scent and a good vacuuming, I started to get pretty excited about what was happening before my eyes!  I found some cotton fabric for curtains at the wonderful quilt store in Lincoln, The Cosmic Cow, and I spent Sunday at the sewing machine until I had all of the windows done.

Love the fabric - It's a Hoot by MoMo for Moda.  I wanted retro but the 60's really were not as cool as you might imagine, kids, in terms of color and pattern.  Trust me on this one.  So I found fabric that is fresh and simple.  It works.

I am having such a ball refurbishing this sweet little travel trailer and why wouldn't I?  It's like having a grown up playhouse.

Thistles . . .

Even those things considered 'noxious weeds' hold beauty and if you squint your eyes and soften your focus, you can see the deep pink heart in the center of the blossom.

I carefully mowed around these few thistles as an old friend in Rye, Colorado, had a special request from a young bride who wanted to carry thistles in her bridal bouquet to honor the Scottish background of her groom.  She eventually opted for Sea Holly with the same 'thistle-like' bloom but it was fun to let these mature and I have been surprised at their beauty.  Usually they're chopped before they get to this stage but this was sweet to watch unfold every day.

I regret having to mow them since I was so careful not to for several weeks but . . . I think this can go on my 'permanent record' if I don't.