I forgot to mention that tonight after our dinner guest leaves, we will be going on a roadtrip to buy yet another boat.
Oh---and we brewed a whole batch of beer and bottled wine this morning. And also took a long walk and consulted with the Texas Christmas Tree Grower's Assocation (of which we are members) about irrigation stuff. AND I did lots of laundry. AND cleaned crayon off the couch. And the dog. And out of my daughter's teeth.
My hubbie has been home for a week and will be here for yet another. While I am THRILLED to have him home, I must admit that his frantic whirlwind pace is making me a tad exhausted.
We now have a little catamaran/sailboat thingie, so we had to spend a day freezing to death in a filthy brown lake enjoyed the opportunity to take it out for the first time. I've been sailing many times before, but I always forget how much scuttling to and fro is involved. And how many ropes.
Did I mention he's a Type A-ish sort of personality? He's just about the only person I've ever met who can make ME feel lazy. Which might be one of the many, many reasons why I married him. However, it also may be one of the reasons why I need a large glass of wine and perhaps an ice pack for my head and a fainting couch whenever he is home "on vacation".
One of these hoses had to be run past every single solitary baby tree.....that's 475 of them in case I haven't mentioned it before. Yes, I know I have. A hole had to be punched in the line near each tree and a drip emitter installed. Believe you me, that takes a Long Darn Time. With lots of squatting and kneeling and dirt and fire ants and snakes.
(not my husband) Did I mention that wretched place called Shenanigan's? Fortunately, Adam didn't actually enjoy it much either---we had a gift certificate from someone. That was really nice of someone to give it to us, actually. I'm being a total ingrate to complain. Now I feel guilty. It just wasn't my kind of place. I'll try anything once, though.
All right......we're having more people over for dinner. I need to chop and dice and whatnot. What I could really use is a nap. How do YOU nice people deal with spouses/significant others being home on vacation?
I take a million photos then get behind on processing them. Do you?
Later, we went to Stacy's birthday party. Miss One tried on a friend's hat....isn't that adorable? She was fascinated with Stacy's tortoise (hiding in photo). Stacy's very nice husband got the tortoise out so Miss One could pet it.
This has nothing to do with the rest of the post, but I saw this poor little critter at White Rock Lake. Adam and I rode our tandem bike for a few hours, and we were surprised to find this beside the sidewalk. That's a ferret, isn't it? What in the world is a dead ferret doing beside a bike trail? Do they live in the wild? Maybe it escaped and got hit by a bicycle?
As a bonus photo, I'm sharing this one. I found this bizarre head sitting in the parking lot of our local grocery store. Who disposes of a beauty school practicer head in the Walmart parking lot? That's just weird. What's even weirder is that I saw two different people pick it up, look at it, then decide to put it back down on the ground.
(photo from NETX News)Well, we went to the Dallas Roller Derby this past Saturday. It was something else.
(Photos by Steve Wilson)
I'm not sure I'd be a season ticket subscriber, but it was interesting. The girls were kind of........rough. There was some serious rumbling. I was expecting hokey, wrestling-type stuff, but this was more athletic and real. We saw one poor girl get pushed out of the track and knocked unconcious. (Ha---my spellcheck changed that to 'ungracious') She was creepily passed out for several minutes, then finally began to twitch and wake up. It was a little scary!
I'd definitely recommend going at least once in your life.
Adam and I are going to see a roller derby meet (match? game? bout?) in Dallas with some friends on Saturday. I've never been a real 'rink rash' kinda gal, but I've always been curious about the sport.
I use the term 'sport' loosely. I've always envisioned roller derby as a sort of glamour-girl-wrestling-with-choreographed-fights-on-skates type of event. I have no idea if that's true or not, but I imagine a high hokey level. The above photo makes it look campy and fun!
I'm afraid modern roller derbiettes may look a little more like this. Kinda (Okay, SUPER) trashy and tattooed and rough. But I still like the kitsch factor. Is that a REAL bruise and cut on her poor arm?
So, who in the world IS a roller derby girl? Are they off-hour strippers with an anger management problem? Former figure skaters with a death wish? Struggling actresses that are parlaying their extra rollerskating talent into spare change rather than wait tables? Just curious---I really don't know.
I'll let you know how it goes! Oh, curses---what DOES one wear to a roller derby event? Miss One is NOT attending, just in case you feared for her little baby life.
I'm freshly obsessed with dresses by PriscillaDawn on Etsy. She makes "doll clothing in wearable, grown-up sizes". Fabulous!
There's a neat site called 'Where They Create'. Paul Barbera photographs artists' and designers' work spaces and shares them.
I always enjoy seeing the insides of other people's studios. Although I adore "Where Women Create", most of those spaces seem like highly decorated showrooms, know what I mean? Don't get me wrong....I LOVE them! But....they're very 'done'.
These glimpses of are more real, gritty work spaces. They look kind of dirty. Which is a good thing sometimes. You can tell people really work in these rooms.
Maybe they're more nuts and bolts since many of the artists featured are men. Men (and I'm making gross generalizations here) seem to be more content with a functional but sort-of-unattractive space. Women often seem to be more focused on making their workspace a showplace, you know?
A tip-----the studios/artists are listed on the page's left hand side. Select one, then at the very top of the photo will be a small description and buttons for Previous/Next. I only mention this because it took me a while to find it and I didn't want any of you to get frustrated. Every now and then, a webpage isn't very intuitive to me....how to find things just doesn't click for me. Do you know what I'm talking about? The layout of this page confused me for some reason.
Just LOOK at this embarassment of riches sent to me by my friend Dusti.
I feel ashamed to be the recipient of such wonderfulness. I didn't do anything to earn it. Dusti is the sister of Brandi----they're both crazily creative and masterful at all things Halloween. They made me an Honorary Pearson Sister. I'm terribly honored. She MADE all the cameo glories!
There are few things I enjoy more than hats made out of dead animals, except weird Southern Religious chocolates. And glitter skull magnets. And handmade cameo jewelry. She ALSO made that gorgeous cuff bracelet----she cut it off a decorative band from an old sterling chafing dish. Isn't that the coolest? And matching Mommy/Daughter headbling.
Thanks, Dusti! That made my month.
Here was our simple but fun little Easter breakfast. We love soft boiled eggs.
As my mother likes to say to my daughter when she falls down or drops something, "Uh-oh, Spaghettio!"
We are horribly, terribly sick. We're all taking turns, along with friends and co-workers, with a hideous stomach goblin sickness. I have to go make Adam more Jell-O.
We met up with my mom, aunt, and grandmother for an Early Easter. Little Miss Bunny picked dandelions and hunted eggs for the first time.
Miss One took a break with Granny, her great-grandmother. Aren't those cheerful quilts? The one on the left is from her other great-grandmother, and made by a sort-of family member named Mrs. Keeling that makes gorgeous quilts. The one on the right is a fuzzy wool quilt made by her Bubbie. What a lucky little girl to have so many quilters in the family! They keep us cozy in the winter and happy on summer picnics.
It's a bit after-the-fact, but I wanted to share some Easter stuff. I was too busy having fun to post, which is a nice thing.
I stole some of the rabbits from her room, and opened up a Beatrix Potter book to a page from "The Fierce Bad Rabbit". That mean rabbit makes me mad every time I read that story! But the nice, gentle rabbit is adorable.
More rabbits. On the far left is a neat hand-carved wooden toy that has a rabbit pulling a carrot out from under a scarecrow. I white washed it. There's a nest I found in the woods that had blown out of a tree, and more bunnies.
Here's Miss One's Easter basket. I say it's for her, but Adam gets to eat most of the treats. I don't let her eat much junk. So, I tried to fill it with goodies my husband would like, too. You never get too old for an Easter basket, do you? My friend Stacy said her mom only stopped making baskets for her and her brother when they were in their thirties. Isn't that nice?
I bought her a fuzzy rabbit, and switched out the ugly bow for a buttery yellow velvet. I also re-wrapped a dark chocolate bar with scrapbook paper and a printout of a vintage Easter postcard. My husband just bought a sailboat, so I tried to do some fun boat-themed things. I really like re-doing 'blah things'. Something as simple as a candy bar can really be dressed up nice, huh?
I also bought a bag of speckled malted eggs and re-packaged them by putting similar colors in one bag, then tying with sparkly tinsel string. I put old postcard tags on everything, too.
I printed out another old postcard and put a pretty bow on a tub of cotton candy. I found a retro pink bunny with red eyes...it's a piggy bank. I framed a photo of me and Miss One in a cute thrifted yellow rose frame.
And Peeps, of course! Actually, I never grew up eating Peeps, did you? My hubbie did. (Oh--someone remind me to tell you about the annual Peeps art contest.) I slapped another vintage postcard on that, too---kittens and pink eggs and pussy willows. Look at the adorable chocolate owl and hedgehog (squirrel, too, but not shown) from Walmart. Walmart, of all places! And the yellow fuzzy thing is a vintage chick.
Oooh....I LOVE making treats for my special people!
I meant the food is yucky, not the husband.
Is this not the nastiest looking plate of food (and I use that word lightly) you've ever seen? My husband's dinner consisted of a bagel, cream cheese, sardines, and onion powder. Adam was very popular with the cat all evening. I tend to think of food like this as "wife repellent".
The only thing worse is whole fish with the eyes staring at you, imploring, "Why did you kill me? Why?" Soooooo unappetizing. I'm exceptionally thankful we don't leave the heads on chickens or cows when we eat them, aren't you? Or lambs....oh goodness-little baby lambs would be the worst!
Our hotel was a short walk to the original Neiman Marcus, so we had to go. NM is waaaay out of my price range, but I love touring over-the-top, old fashioned luxury department stores. They feel like museums, almost. I guess they are in a way. They're sort of time capsules of American shopping and fashion culture.
Even the escalators seemed like a work of art. The sides are lit internally and have a shell-like, sort of opalescent sheen. Those suckers are NARROW! I think Americans are just getting bigger and bigger, huh? How unglamorous of us.
And last but not least.........CRAZILY expensive shoes. Holy Moly----$1,200.00 shoes. The were quite beautiful, but I don't think I'd ever feel comfortable in shoes that cost that much. I'd be terrified to get them dirty. Sooooo pretty, though. My friend actually tried on the sparkly ones! She should have been a foot model. Seriously.....my Mystery Guest has the most lovely feet I've ever seen. Weird compliment, I know, but true.
All right---I'm done! It sure was a fun trip. Thanks, Mystery Ladies!