Our master bathroom is very roomy…..with a very small room in it where the toilette is located. I think these were the only virgin walls left in my house. Many of my walls in fact have had multiple different ‘partners’, if ya know what I mean. So, the fact that these particular walls had never even been introduced to Mr. Paint is amazing. And the truth is, I really didn’t set out to paint Ms. Toilette yesterday at all. I was all set to introduce Queen Anne Kitchen to her 5th paint color in 8 years. Don’t judge her, it’s not her fault. But the partnership wasn’t right. Not at all. It was a mistake from the first roller stroke. And we all knew it. So, being frugal and not wanting to waste Mr. Paint, I mosied around to find him another partner…..and voila! Ms. Toilette meets Mr. Churchill Ivory Paint. This tiny toilette was constuction white and I had really had done very little to decorate at all. After I painted, Ms. Toilette got greedy and decided she needed all kinds of ‘new’ stuff. Despite the fact that Queen Anne Kitchen had already had a rough day, I ‘borrowed’ a few items from her….apologizing profusely and promising her that her Mr. Right was surely coming soon. I think it turned out great!
Thank you Queen Anne Kitchen for letting the young and inexperienced Ms. Toilette borrow your painting…..and your star…….
and your cross…..and your trunk……
and your pretty tassel……
It was a roller coaster of a day, but in end, Queen Kitchen confided that she’d seen Mr. Churchill’s type before…..looks good the first few months…..but then he starts to stain and show his true ‘colors’. A queen needs someone a little more traditional and stable. Like Mr. Ecru maybe. She’s holding out for her knight in stainless steel armor.
Archives for October 2008
Is it the full-moon, is it hormones, do I have GAD/ADD/OCD/PTSD, is it a midlife crisis, or just a plain funk? Maybe I’m just in a funk. I’m okay with that. On the surface, I have no reason to have issues. But I do and I’m crabby and on the verge of tears. every. second. of. the. day. My friend Cindy gave me a great idea…….just set a date for it to be over, and until then, give the folks in your life ample warning. I am hormonal, have multiple psychiatric diagnoses, could possibly be in a crisis, am most definitely in a funk…..and it will be over on Oct. 29th. Because who wants to be in a ‘funk’ on Halloween. My small children who I am homeschooling think Oct. 29th is months, maybe years away.
then we studied this:
and Elea decided her fatigued little fingers couldn’t color one more thing….
and Emme decided she couldn’t see AT ALL without wearing MY glasses…..
so in my hormonal/psychiatric/crisis state of being, I loaded them up and we went to the courthouse and McDonald’s. Don’t be scared. No, I am not planning to feed them burgers and then turn them over to state’s custody. Although they may request that by the end of the day. And Emme for some reason thinks that wearing a tank top over whatever else she has on is quite stylish. I didn’t fight it. I don’t even trust my fashion sense right now.
and when we got to the courthouse to renew our vehicle tags, Elea had brought no shoes…..so we dug around in the car and found jazz shoes. As if the dirty shirt, dishoveled side ponytail, and McDonald’s paraphernalia weren’t ghetto enough…….
Jazz shoes……this is not subtle folks…….
and tank tops over everything…….
So, to top off our afternoon ‘outing’ there was a ‘wedding’ of sorts going on in the hallway of the courthouse right beside the county clerk’s office…..in the hallway…….but who am I to pass judgement? My daughter has on jazz shoes. She fit right in with the ‘wedding party’ who were wearing black jeans, black concert/nascar t-shirts, with the groom sporting a ball cap. Elea could have been a make-shift flower girl….heck, she could’ve done a little jazz number for that matter. Had we known. My girls discussed at length the peculiarity of wedding vows just a few feet away from the vehicle registration. I’ve got my own crisis here…..which I can’t explain….so what makes you think I can explain this? Homonyms and insect body parts…..I get. Weird, lengthy ‘funks’ and shady courthouse weddings in nascar apparel, I don’t get.
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39)
What a beautiful foggy morning……I love chilly foggy mornings.
I talked this one (Caiti-16) into typing my Wednesday prayer this morning in exchange for bacon…..which she said tasted like dog treats…..I love turkey bacon. And I love how fast she types….and I love foggy mornings.
And I love the Lutheran prayer book:
Through the years…….
It has always been challenging to unite our family together under one roof for any length of time….then to get us all dressed and maybe even smiling for a picture…..now that’s a miracle. Since I’m already mentally gearing up for the holidays….making menus, thinking about placecards, seating, decorations and the like, I thought I’d show you some of our family photos through the years. Can we do it this year? It seems unlikely given all the schedules of all the children (some of whom are adults with real jobs who are just learning about PDO’s), but we do always long for the brief moments we’re all together. It’s funny how after gathering at the table with 10 people, a few days later when there’s only 6 or 7 of us, it can feel so lonesome and quiet.
Summer 2002
Christmas 2004
Summer 2005
Summer 2006
Christmas 2007
Sunday lunch with friends….
I woke up very early this morning for a Sunday…..sometime before 5a and decided to make Sunday lunch. That makes for a busy morning when you figure that we’re usually struggling to get out the door dressed and fed by 9a. But we’ve tried the whole eat-out thing….and it’s highly overrated. And overpriced. There’s nothing so disappointing as eating a mediocre meal at Ruby Tuesday’s and then paying $65 for it…and complaining all the way home how we would’ve rather had a sandwich and eaten it at our own table with our own diet pepsi and our own chips and salsa. So, I put on my monogrammed apron and Eddie Vedder’s “Into the Wild” movie soundtrack, opened up all the doors and windows and let the October breeze wash through the house and went to work.
I set the table with my fall wreath that the girls and I made with plenty of handprinted construction paper. I added painted pumpkins and my favorite plum colored wine glasses.
Then I made chicken florentine…..my version at least with roasted red peppers, spinach, linguine, plenty of garlic and parmesan reggiano cheese. Okay and a few more items which maybe I’ll pen down later into a recipe. But you get the jist.
And homeade peach-blueberry pie, the recipe which I got from here and then added 1/4 cup more sugar(’cause I’m southern) and lemon zest(’cause I watch of lot of Foodtv). Oh, and salad and good bread. It was shaping up to be quite a feast. That’s when it occurred to me that I should invite our neighbors over to share it with us. So, we gathered after church and ate and talked and inspected the plates of various children who actually all seemed to like it.
It’s such a blessing to have good neighbors and good friends who you can call for an impromtu lunch and just enjoy each others’ company. Now Leigh Anne’s off to spray painting stuff, Tony’s off to Lowe’s, Stevie’s off to football, and I’m……contemplating a short power nap…..before I tackle Madame Bovary again. Here’s wishing you good friends, good food, and a good Sunday!