My life has become a dichotomy of old house, new house.
At the new house:
The girls and I have been making tissue flowers and sugar and salt scrubs for Mother’s Day. The ladies in my extended family are coming over for high tea on Saturday. And I’m making this frangelico cake (I love Ruthanne) and I’m eating a ginormous piece of it. And because you are just like me and I know you’ll ask, the labels for the scrubs are available here for printing.
Stevie and I have date night every night on our back deck for a little star gazing. There’s a cool app on his iPad that gives you a real time replica of the night sky. You hold the iPad up to the sky and the smarty pants thing knows which direction you’re holding it and gives you an accurate picture of where the stars and constellations are!!! It’s the coolest thing ever. Right now, the brightest star in the sky, Sirius, is perfectly situated due West just above the horizon. It’s my new favorite star.
At the old house:
My life has become one giant yard sale. My car looks like a yard sale and my purse definitely looks like a yard sale.
Don’t hate me but I’m having my final moving sale at the old house this Friday from 8-12.
Why would I torture myself in such fashion? Because I love a good yard sale. And yesterday, when my sainted mother was turning my basement into a virtual K-Mart and I was tripping around in broken flip flops, I ‘bought’ some flip flops from my own yard sale. Yes, in fact, I did. So, y’all better hurry and buy the rest of this stuff, ’cause I love it all. And there’s a TON of Christmas stuff for sale this time. A TON! Except everytime I walk through, I remove some other cute item that I just can’t live without.
And here is part of the beautiful patio furniture that I bought with my yard sale money last time. So comfy, perfect for sipping coffee or knitting or snuggling sleepy children or star gazing with your dreamy husband. And it’s from Lowe’s. I looked everywhere and ended up buying this from Lowe’s. I love it. And I take back all the times I called them