Once a Hippie Always A Hippie
Once a Hippie Always a Hippie. Take a step back in time. Join me in my Hippie adventures. Things fro Hippies just want to have fun. No hustle or bustle. Enough said.
We are a community that seeks a quieter life. To create a peaceful place where we can calm the troubles of the day. Either through music, fashion, literature, art, or comradery. I want this to be a safe place where you can dream and be free. No religion, politics, or sexual stuff. I would like to enhance your life and spirit so you can feel good about yourself. While I do have a vintage shop online I still would like to use this space for others.
A Mushy Christmas Cookie Box from Must Love Herbs, who shows us how to make a Baba Yaga gingerbread hut in our latest Winter Witch issue! 🍄
The wheel of the year is turning. It is the season of the Crone
Keira Cronesgrove
This is a piece that I found today. https://sweetpeavintagetwo.etsy.com/listing/1622212235
Check out this cool vintage motion sound and light-up wall hanging from the 70s. https://sweetpeavintagetwo.etsy.com/listing/1621999733
Very cool vintage large horse leather ashtray or change tray. https://sweetpeavintagetwo.etsy.com/listing/1123021146
Amazing handmade blanket. https://sweetpeavintagetwo.etsy.com/listing/1053682383
Just in time for that Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. https://sweetpeavintagetwo.etsy.com/listing/1618890039
Check out this vintage hippie coat so cool. https://sweetpeavintagetwo.etsy.com/listing/1620370219
Who remembers using one of these?
Check out our annual sale at https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaVintageTwo?ref=hdr_shop_menu
Come on over and check out our fall sale @ Sweet Pea Vintage. https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaVintageTwo?ref=hdr_shop_menu
Check out this funky owl made of shells. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1082199496/kitschy-handmade-owl-shell-art-work?click_key=61d07e7ef275fd93afc49437560704cbf4b41420%3A1082199496&click_sum=89119d7f&ref=shop_home_active_112&pro=1
Art festival
~serenity
Keira Cronesgrove
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(¸.👻´ (¸.•`⋄ Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve. . . And on this fatal night, at this witching time, the starless sky laments black and unmoving. The somber hues of an ominous, dark forest are suddenly illuminated under the emerging face of the full moon. ⋄•*'⁀⋱•🎃
⋄ Elizabeth Kim ⋄
1950s and 1960s vintage comics to bring back some fond memories. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1595522757/twelve-vintage-classics-illustrated?click_key=a75b32b7658d632f036b1d52ecaef9dce0769553%3A1595522757&click_sum=b068103c&ref=shop_home_active_13&pro=1&sts=1
Good morning friends, don't forget to check out our annual sale at Sweet Pea Vintage. Thanks, and have a great day. https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaVintageTwo?ref=hdr_shop_menu
Words to leave by. https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaVintageTwo?ref=hdr_shop_menu
It's been a long day. Time for a break. https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaVintageTwo?ref=hdr_shop_menu
Have a great day my friends. https://www.etsy.com/shop/SweetPeaVintageTwo?ref=hdr_shop_menu
This is a wonderful piece of Navajo pottery. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1205603520/vintage-navajo-native-american-etched?click_key=84872f0e2bd68f4947b8977e621056bb5d350ef0%3A1205603520&click_sum=06986fcc&ref=shop_home_active_31&pro=1&sts=1
"I am an old woman now. The buffaloes and black-tail deer are gone, and our Indian ways are almost gone. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I ever lived them.
My little son grew up in the white man's school. He can read books, and he owns cattle and has a farm. He is a leader among our Hidatsa people, helping teach them to follow the white man's road.
He is kind to me. We no longer live in an earth lodge, but in a house with chimneys, and my son's wife cooks by a stove.
But for me, I cannot forget our old ways.
Often in summer I rise at daybreak and steal out to the corn fields, and as I hoe the corn I sing to it, as we did when I was young. No one cares for our corn songs now.
Sometimes in the evening I sit, looking out on the big Missouri. The sun sets, and dusk steals over the water. In the shadows I see again to see our Indian village, with smoke curling upward from the earth lodges, and in the river's roar I hear the yells of the warriors, and the laughter of little children of old.
It is but an old woman's dream. Then I see but shadows and hear only the roar of the river, and tears come into my eyes. Our Indian life, I know, is gone forever."
Waheenee - Hidatsa (North Dakota)
Halloween fun at the beach. 🤣
Sweet dreams my friends.
Sweet boho dress. https://www.mercari.com/us/item/m83812524999/
Peace Dreams
Regina
Walking Buffalo (George McLean) age 92, near Morley, Alberta in 1962. “Did you know that trees talk? Well, they do. They talk to each other, and they'll talk to you if you listen. . . I have learned a lot from trees.”
Photo: Rosemary Gilliat / © Library and Archives Canada