True confessions...

...I am beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, just a little bit that I may have a touch of the hoarding syndrome.  Now let me explain before you sign me up for an intervention.  I don't have 'stuff' everywhere, you can see all of my floors and counter tops and you will not catch any unwanted diseases from using our bathrooms or fixing meals in the kitchen.  phew...What I do have are many, OK several unfinished projects around the house.

Some of these are just your usual upkeep...painting, deep-cleaning types of things.  These projects are not scattered all over the house but for the most part reside in our spare bedroom/dressing room/sewing/craft/ironing/let's put it here room.  You know, we all have one.  Thing is I never really get around to finishing these projects, or even beginning them.

I don't know when this started.  I can only guess that it was a few years ago when I discovered HGTV and blogging and realized that I could buy things at flea markets and transform them into something beautiful and useful.  In my mind at least.

I have overloaded myself with so many projects.  I've bought all the necessary items to refinish, repaint, buff, wax, distress, well...maybe I do need an intervention.

Here's where you get to help me.  I am going to list some of the more pressing projects and post them as I go along.  This will help you to keep me in line and it will help me to realize that I need to make time for the things I love.  You can help me keep my feet to fire otherwise I will be embarrassed that I have confided this in you!

I've got frames to paint and distress, sort through and remember what I was going to put back in them.  (I have a problem buying old frames!)  Also, painting this plant table and putting some sort of scrolly design on the top. 

Paint and recover these great chairs that we found at a city-wide garage sale for $5.  There were six of them but someone bought three before I saw these.  I didn't want three, I wanted four or six...so I settle for two.  Now we will all have our own chair around the dining room table.

And this door.  This door has puzzled me for several years. Yeah, I think it was the beginning of my disorder.  Now that I have it and it's beautiful crystal doorknob, I need to decide what to do with it.  I've been leaning toward a headboard for quite awhile and think that is what will eventually come of it.  What would you do with an old door?

I also have a front door to paint, the one that leads to our house.
A back hall re-do.
And a few Christmas surprises.
I am setting my goals on the easy, lazy, side but hope to have them all finished by years end.  So, I'd better hop to it and make sure I show you all my progress weekly.  But first, FIRST, I must start here and see what I can uncover in the 'craft' room.   Happy thriftng y'all.

the word of the day...

...is "grumpy." 

we had a family get-together last Sunday to celebrate the summer birthdays of which there are many. ( My goodness November is a 'busy' month!)  Anyway, after all the planning and cooking and shopping for gifts the majority of the guests...o.k. all of them including the hosts were quite grumpy.  Lack of sleep, cranky parents, tired/bored daughter/husband, ungrateful ....well, you get my drift.

Rather than bore you all with the details or further offend anyone who was there, or supposed to be there, I will leave all the 'talking' to my sweet pumpkin.  The end.

ketchup...

...I can't believe it's been so long since I posted, so not like me but then again, summer came to town and I have been taking full advantage of her wonders.

For all my east coasters: I hope you are all right.  Nothing like a little shake, rattle, and roll to spice things up.  We haven't had a tembler in quite awhile (fingers crossed, sign of the cross) but my memories of the last one are still quite fresh in my mind.  Stay safe y'all.

I haven't been out junkin' in over a month which is something I hope to rectify tomorrow as we head over to the island for the day. I don't think I've shared my last treasure with you and since I had some other treasures out for a photo shoot I thought I would add this one.

I picked up this cute little silver-plate coffee set a few weeks ago for $3.99.  I just love the scrolly details although I don't know anything about them.  There are no markings on the set and it is in excellent condition.  I'm going to see what I can find about it before I decide if it goes in the shop or not. and yes you can see the photographer in the reflection.

Have a great Wednesday peeps.

report card...

(my mimi is not a photographer!)

6 months
15 pounds
2 bottom teeth
sitting up
eating cereal
rolling over and over
almost crawling
pulling herself up
NOT napping
happy, happy, happy

move over hostess...

...much like Homer Simpson or Yogi bear I am easily distracted at the notion of a donut.  That is why, when perusing the produce isle yesterday, I immediately spotted the 'donut' peaches and nectarines.  These are new to me but have been around for about twenty years and they come from my state...who knew?

 just look how they are packaged!

 just the right size with a stone (pit) about the size of a pistachio.

 and only 40 calories means you can indulge

have you tried these little gems yet?

we all want to change the world...

Making peace with my head...

...I am a redhead tried and true, to my core and in every sense of the word.  My mother was a redhead as was her father so that recessive gene really had a field day in our family.
As a child I hated having red hair, it seemed there was nothing worse that you could be and the teasing and taunting started when I was very young.  In fact my mother was deeply disappointed to see she had birthed a redheaded daughter.  I like to think that was because she knew it would add a cruel dimension to my life but her disappointment in me ran much deeper than just my red head.

History has not been kind to redheads.  In biblical times red haired babies were left outside for the wild animals to destroy.  Adam, Mary Magdalene, and Judas were all depicted as red haired and the mark of Cain is supposedly redheadedness.  Modern society hasn't done much to change past views of the red inclined.  The Nazi's were deathly afraid of redheads, as if they needed another reason to kill someone.  Witches are often portrayed in cartoons as redheads as are most villains.  They are portrayed as untrustworthy and unattractive, hot-tempered deviants.  How could a person ever make peace with that?

There are some interesting facts about us reds that you might find surprising. 

*Per square inch of scalp the reds have the least amount of hair but since it is so thick it appears to be much more.
* During the war when surgical supplies were low the surgeons would use hair from a redhead to 'sew' people up. 
*only 4% of the worlds population is redheaded...most of them being from Scotland or Ireland.  (my grandfather came from Ireland)
*we get more bee stings.
*obviously, the sun-burn-thing.
*we don't get gray hair...we go from red to white with not stopping for the gray.
*we really are stubborn and hot tempered but you would be to if you were taunted from birth.
* we are also very creative and great leaders...think Churchill, Elizabeth 1, and King Arthur.

So how did I come to this new found peace?  age.  As I stated earlier, I hated having red hair from the start.  People would ask me 'where did you get that hair?' and always I would answer 'God.'  It was very confusing to me as a child as to why people would care.  As I got older the silly questions and teasing took a turn and I noticed that men, older men, I mean old men, would make comments to me.  Most of them quite rude and crude.  This was not only confusing and scary but I think this may be the time that I developed my 'temper.'  I'll admit it...I have quite the temper and it doesn't take much of a push for it to come out.  Later as I grew in to adulthood and my hair turned from carrot-orange-red to a blonde-red I began to feel differently about it and myself.  Being 'different' wasn't such a bad thing anymore, I could fend for myself if necessary but it didn't seem necessary as friends, namely boys, found me interesting and funny despite the red locks.

At this point in my life it has toned down quite a bit and the annoying brightness  is less of a problem.  I enjoy not having to color/cover the gray/white.  (I've tried it but coloring and/or perming don't take to red hair).  I enjoy being just a little bit different and standing out in a crowd.  I finally feel a sense of peace with who I am, hair and all.  And if I'm completely honest, although I didn't want my children to have red hair (and they don't) I was secretly hoping that my grandbabygirl would have copper locks.  She doesn't, but I can always dream.





Nobody who has known a redhead can say that redheads are tame. Even shy redheads have a burning spark of adventure inside them. Opinionated, hotheaded, logical, loyal, friendly, reserved, whatever the redheads' personality, you can bet they'll have SCADS of it!" - Review of The Redhead Encyclopedia

Housekeeping...

...Oh my, look at this place, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, dust bunnies scattered on the floors, paint peeling, hazy-grimy windows...the list goes on and on.  Wow, take a few days away from the blog and look what happens!  I must get to cleaning up around here:

I can't believe that it's been two weeks since my fall from grace, or my graceful fall as the case may be.  And there she stands, the perpetrator (fountain), at the edge of the patio with her sly, sweet smile and beautiful flowing waters.  I'll get you my pretty...

You would think with all the nothing that I've been doing that I would have something to blog about but alas you would be wrong...I've got nothing.  Oh wait, I do. 

A few weeks ago Deb over at Whatsoever things are lovely had a little contest and I won.  Yeah baby.  She is a local by the way and hopefully we will drive the hour it takes to meet each other soon.  Anyway, I won these little cutie salt and pepper shakers and wow, do they ever like living here!  Moo-ooo-ooo.

If you get the chance go visit Deb and tell her I sent you.  I will be back as soon as I get my virtual house picked up...take care peeps.

I can't smile without you...

...thanks C..;j

meanwhile...

...back at the cuckoo's nest, I am beginning to learn my new normal.  After spending another day at the emergency room seeking drugs trying to convince someone, anyone, that I needed additional pain medication I was successful.

This doctor was quite upset over the happening of the previous visit and as it turns out little miss nursy nurse is being investigated for taking medication refills from the patients and putting them into her pocket.  She has quite a little racket going on there.

As with any other type of fracture, ribs will take 6-8 weeks to heal properly.  Maybe even longer as they can't be placed into a cast for optimal healing.  I can see it now..."how I spent my summer vacation."

Now that we have the medication situation taken care of I have absolutely no intention of making any more or any less sense than I ever have....go figure.