Lucky Dorito

…. that I want to come back as a man in my next life.

Can you imagine how fabulous it would be to have someone cook your dinner each night? You just have to show up and make your plate.

Do your laundry? You always have something ready to wear.

Change the sheets on your bed? Nothing is better than crawling into crisp clean sheets.

Seriously.

Sometimes being a woman sucks.

Over the month of August, I’ve shown you basically everything we did in the kitchen by now, ranging from the cabinets to the chairs to the light fixtures. I would never ever have completed as much as I did without the help of my bff Shannon and my sister Lena.

So let me take a moment to publically declare them both to be the BEST helpers ever and I pledge my undying love and devotion to you both! And if either of you ever take your kitchen cabinet doors off and leave them off for five years, I promise to come help you too!

I forgot to show you the updated version of the butt-ugly ceiling fan that lived here before we did. I knew you couldn’t live another moment without seeing that so….

Before

After

Of course, the photos were taken on different days, at different times of the day…. which is what makes the green color of the cabinets look so different. It is funny how much they change, depending on the natural light coming through the window and the french doors. But besides that, I think the ceiling fan looks a thousand times better!

I pass this window every time I go to one of my favorite little antique shops off the town square. I have no idea who wore these boots and why they’re hanging in the window. And where the 4th one went, to make two complete pairs. I always pause for a moment to think about it….. totally random.

This weekend I’ve been with my sister Lena at a Beth Moore conference. It was just us and about eleven THOUSAND other women. And a few brave men. I have read several of her books over the years and been following her blog but I’d never heard her speak before. I really enjoyed it and learned a lot. She is a very wise woman…. and must be related to the Energizer Bunny, the way she be-bopped all over that platform and right out into the audience.

Such a sweet sisterly experience. Not just with my sister, but with the eleven thousand new sisters I praised the Lord with. Even with that one really LOUD sister that sat right behind us Friday night.

I do NOT know how my little babies got to be THIS big. And grown up. Seriously.

Remember the other day when I blogged about combining an old Singer sewing machine legs with the table top from a child-sized table? Well, I had to do something with the matching Singer legs. Right?

This is where Mr. Lucky comes in.

He very graciously offered to build me a tabletop. Ok, so there might have been a wee bit of begging involved but don’t fault the man for begging to get into the action since Shannon and I were having so much fun.  Mwaaaahaaahaaaaaa

After much discussion, we decided to build the table a little longer and more narrow than the other one, so they’d look similar but different… on purpose. Instead of like we’d screwed up on accident.

It now fits perfectly along this wall. The mirror above it used to hang vertically, attached to a medicine cabinet in one of our bathrooms. I separated it from the medicine cabinet and repainted it white, attaching new hardware so it would hang horizontally. I love it now!

The photographs are all mine or Lena’s from the beach. And that blue lamp on the table…. it was banana-yellow when I bought it at Goodwill for $3. Love me some spray paint!!

Welcome to the Conversation Room! Come on in and sit a spell.

While attending the dental hygiene meeting I was at last week in Orlando, I had the great honor of hearing Jeanne Robertson as our keynote speaker.

I don’t remember when I’ve sat and laughed for such a long period of time! (Except for on the drive home when we listened to her cd that I bought after the keynote address.) She is a HOOT!!

I am a dork.

We all know that, right?

I don’t even mind being a dork because… well, if you can’t beat ‘em, you join ‘em, right?

I know I am a dork because last week, while in the lovely city of Orlando, you know what I did?

I sat in class after class and I crocheted coasters.

Lots and lots of coasters.

You know what’s really sad?

I brought them home to add to the stack I’d already done before I left.

And you know what else is really sad?

If I’d had more yarn with me, I’d have made more.

I love crosses.

I love that I can’t look at one without thinking of my Lord that died on the cross for me. And you.

I decided to use this long blank wall in the kitchen/dining area to display my collection of crosses. When Shannon was here, we decided to paint them all black, to match the hardware on the newly painted cabinets and the light fixtures.

Whaddya think?