For once I am trying to follow my own advice and take some time to escape the day-to-day and fill up my creative tank. I am on color overload here. Thought you might enjoy seeing things that inspired meyesterday.
I joined my husband once again on one of his business trips to Mission Bay, CA. We are staying here again.. We arrived yesterday to what they refer to here as Gray May and it appears the next few days will be more of the same. No worries here. I have my art supplies and instead of adding color to this pale Midwestern body I will make colorful art until the sun comes out. And as you can see, gray skies can't stop the color around here!
And as usual I love to share the vintage postcards.
Amelia's dad: Amelia, were you a good girl at school today?
Dad: If I were to ask your teacher if you were good today what do you think she'd say?
Amelia: Well, she might tell you that some girls face accidentally hit my hand.
Aren't these the cutest Pedipeds? Jennifer and Amelia visited a local boutique and these shoes with my Papillon were front and center. Guess who walked out wearing a pair? The store owner said Amelia had good taste, that these were their most popular pair of Pediped's.
Hope you are having a day filled with butterflies and laughter.
I have sadly had a major problem with Blogger again. This time I was blocked from Blogger/Blogspot, making it impossible to post or even get on my own blog. I literally pulled an all-nighter last eve and have been working on this non-stop to find the problem. I just tried again for the umteenth time and for no obvious reason it is working again. I don't know whether to laugh or cry ...I'm so tired, maybe both? A storm is rumbling outside and I hear hale, but the blog is working!!! I really do enjoy the interaction I have with you all and was frustrated that I couldn't post more often; seriously mean that. And before I go any further, the comments you left for the apron giveaway are so beyond what I imagined. I was thinking I'd hear about wishing you took more time to welcome new neighbors or volunteer. Each entry was an encouragement because I know you are all such giving people. Cynthia and I have emailed back and forth and the winner is:
I sort of had a birthday. It was crammed in with Tim's extensive business travels, keeping the grandkids for a few days and a visit with our dear friends Barbi and Dee. My birthday wasn't ignored, I just kinda postponed it to do other things. But, alas, it still happened and I now have to recite or write a larger number. Next year there will be a big fat 0and we can pay more attention to it then. By the way, thank you so much to my Twitter and Facebook friends. What fun to get so many birthday wishes.
Meet Barbi. She was my matron of honor, we shared laughter, morning sickness, having babies, and everything in between. It is incredible to think that we are still like family, actually closer than family. I am truly blessed and loved that she and Dee could squeeze a weekend up from Nashville just to be with us.
Look at this adorable grandchild of ours. We love her so much you would think we birthed her ourselves. In fact, it kinda looks like she just popped out from us right here, doesn't it? Well, this precious little girl, if you might remember, also called me Poopy Face when she was just a miniature version of her current self. When I turned and replied, "What did you just say?" Without an ounce of hesitation she replied, "Oh, I meant Sweetie Pie". Not to be outdone by a two year old, that Christmas some of her gift tags read To: Poopy Face. I mean Sweetie Pie. Two can play this game, ya know.
So, my little darling was here one day as Jennifer and I were trying to get some work done. Granted it was a very long day, but before I get to the punch line, you must know I am very big on eating healthy, taking naps, snacks and lots of attention to prevent bad behavior. Yes, so after I was taken care of....when Jennifer and Mia were leaving, my darling little bundle of joy slammed the front door so hard that she bent the hinges and door frame which resulted in the door being JAMBED SHUT. Tim tried all the powers at his disposal (engineer powers, at that) to no avail, The only remaining possibility was for him to kick the door in! I was very concerned about how we would explain that to the police, but our own break-in went unnoticed.
So here was our front door.
And here's the new door.
Thanks, Sweetie Pie. I love it. And be careful, this one is glass.