Animal prints, that is!
Not real animals, My Sweet Sillies.
Y’all know how much I
cherish my leopards. Cheetahs. Zebras. Giraffes. I need them. Seriously. I cannot live
without animal prints in my life. I remain as surprised as anyone about this
fact.
For Christmas, My Sweet
Hubby (MSH) gifted me a new pair of Ariat Fat Baby boots and a Kate
Spade purse. Both animals! Just thinking about them makes me smile.
Okay. Okay. I confess: I helped MSH locate the boots. (It was my pleasure...teeheehee...) I’d seen them somewhere—I think
Pinterest. My Dooney animal print purse I’ve used for several years was looking
shabby. TLC helped MSH order this FABULOUS purse.
I’m rather picky about my
animal boots, shoes, purses and belts. They cannot be the “hairy” kind. I only
like leather. Or leather-like materials. The animal on these boots is actually
kind of suede-ish.
I sincerely tried, but I
couldn’t get a good picture of the lining in the purse. Trust me when I tell
you it is BEAUTIFUL. Charming. Interesting. Sweet. Unique! It has all kinds of
words, phrases and sayings about the person who’s carrying the purse. Most (I’m
saying “most”—not all, don’tchaknow!) sound very much like moi. Wink. Wink.
I couldn’t have been more
grateful to MSH for these treasured gifts (and for TLC’s time and efforts to
order the purse!) and for helping My 2015 start off with style!
Hope You Sweet-Peas have had
a lovely week so far… It’s Friday Eve…Prepare yourselves for a Wonderful
Weekend, Darlings!
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
New Year...New Week!
So it’s a
New Week in January of 2015…and I’m determined to get some things accomplished.
Here are my (ELC'S) goals:
1. Drink more water.
2. Eat more fruits and veggies.
3. Walk/Move more.
4. Finish organizing and purging in the our Utility Room. (The Pantry is done. Fini. Complete! It's quite pretty—if I do say so myself.)
5. Read more. Out of a book. Not off my iPhone.
6. Get several recorded programs occupying space on our DVR either watched—or deleted. Some have been there for three or more months. (Am I really, truly thinking I’m interested in them? Hmmm...)
7. Say more prayers.
That's one goal for each day of this New Week. I'll try to keep you posted on how I'm doing. But right now I need to get up from this computer and go get a bottle of water. And an apple.
Happy Monday, Y’all!!!
Here are my (ELC'S) goals:
1. Drink more water.
2. Eat more fruits and veggies.
3. Walk/Move more.
4. Finish organizing and purging in the our Utility Room. (The Pantry is done. Fini. Complete! It's quite pretty—if I do say so myself.)
5. Read more. Out of a book. Not off my iPhone.
6. Get several recorded programs occupying space on our DVR either watched—or deleted. Some have been there for three or more months. (Am I really, truly thinking I’m interested in them? Hmmm...)
7. Say more prayers.
That's one goal for each day of this New Week. I'll try to keep you posted on how I'm doing. But right now I need to get up from this computer and go get a bottle of water. And an apple.
Happy Monday, Y’all!!!
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
New Year...New Tissues!
I think it’s interesting
what we, as individuals, find important. To the quality of our lives. Our
priorities, so to speak.
I was the eldest of my
mother’s four children. I have a brother and two sisters. Growing up, we often
got caught in the restroom without toilet paper. Well, you know, three
girls/four females in the house…I think it’s understandable that toilet paper
was hugely important/often scarce.
Also, we weren’t allowed
to have soft drinks. Well, we did have them. Just not often. They were considered a luxury item and mostly
bought for special occasions—like birthdays. Or if there was a super sale on them.
So toilet paper? Soft
drinks? Important to moi. I must have lots o’ both o’ these items. And I do
mean LOTS. I have inventories of them. Not braggin’. Being open, real and honest.
My third obsession seems
to be with Kleenex/tissues. Why? Possibly the fact that I had horrible
allergy issues. Asthma. My mother bought whatever was the cheapest. Even if it
was ugly and rough. (Guess she thought I wouldn’t notice. Ha.) I’m not going to
lie: I need pretty boxes of
tissues. P.R.E.T.T.Y. Or what I perceive as pretty! Wink. Wink.
I’ve taken it upon myself
to keep TLC and Little Leighton (LL) in pretty tissue boxes, too! I doubt TLC
has had to buy her own more than five or six times in the past ten years. Like
so many other products I have loved in my life, I’ve had to search and search
for a particular box of tissues I’ve bought in the past and then had to, sadly,
accept it is no longer available. Anywhere. Makes me nuts.
Oh...cost. Yes. Cost. I work at not
spending a small fortune on my addiction to these products. If I can get them for
a good, decent, fair price? I’m psyched. Truly. It’s a good day.
Here are two of my latest
tissue purchases—designed by none other than Betsey Johnson! (Don’t
you positively adore Betsey? Did you watch her as a contestant on Dancing with the Stars? She was precious. Unbelievable. Such an inspiration.
Such a love. She’s been in my life for at least 45 years. Maybe more? Not technically in my life. Where I live. In my imaginary wheelhouse.)
Not only are they Betsey,
but they’re animal! Wwhhhaaaattttt?????? Yes. Animal. Of course they are—Betsey
loves animal prints. Duh.
Wish I could tell y’all
where I found these boxes. Target? Hellmart? Brookshire’s? HEB ? No clue. I’m all over the place between TLC's home and my casa. I could purchase only four boxes
wherever I was—two for me and two for TLC. There were six Betsey tissue boxes on
the shelf. One was a design I wasn’t fond of (sorry, BJ) and one was
bunged/beaten up. Another rule of
mine: I don’t buy damaged merch. Period. Not happening. Pretty and in
good shape is important to me. Silly/stupid? Maybe. I won't argue. Of course I realize there are more critical issues in this World than worrying about a dented tissue box. Still...
Maybe you’ll love these
and maybe you’ll be able to locate them without spending a lot of time and trouble. I haven't seen them anywhere else since I lucked into finding them a couple of weeks ago. I know this: They’ll jazz up your nightstand or
powder room vanity. Jazz them up with style and sass!
Hope Y’all have a WONDERFUL
week—wherever in the World you are!
Smooches and
Hugs…
Friday, January 16, 2015
New Year...New Lattes!
My name is TLC, and I'm addicted to Vanilla Lattes. Y'all know this.
I have a little routine: after I drop Little Leighton at her preschool, I head straight for Starbucks. I order my "Tall, Decaf, Skinny Vanilla Latte" and enjoy every. last. drop. The Starbucks closest to my house and LL's school is always busy--like, line-wrapped-around-the-building-twice busy. LL goes to school two days a week. I try so hard to only visit Starbucks on those days, but, I'll admit, most weeks I fail. You will probably find me there in line, in my jammies, on most Saturday and/or Sunday mornings.
My Husband loves coffee. He drinks one cup each morning. It's strong--he adds nothing frilly, like flavored creamers. Just plain ol' coffee. That's just not my jam. Over the last six months or so, I've switched to straight decaf. I was getting funky headaches and it seems to help. So, even though he would graciously share a pot of his coffee with me, I always politely decline.
One night, probably 4 or so months ago, we were watching TV and a Nespresso commercial came on. I exclaimed, mostly to myself, "How fancy! And how convenient--lattes at home anytime you want!" I didn't think much more about it, until Christmas morning. One of my gifts from My Husband, LL and Henry was--my very own Nespresso machine!
I was mildly intimidated when I first pulled it out of the box, but it could not be easier! I'm able to store whatever milk I don't "froth and foam" in the fridge. It's a breeze to clean. It makes a delicious and smooth Vanilla Latte. (I add about one teaspoon of the Sugar-Free Vanilla Torani Syrup--I've found it tastes very similar to whatever Starbucks uses.) It has really perked up my mornings! I feel like quite the barista. If you come and visit me, I'll whip one up for you and even spell your name right on a cup. I just adore it! (And I adore my "Latte Mug" I ordered for myself from Pottery Barn using a gift card I received for Christmas. Isn't it cute?)
My motto? "Life begins after coffee."
Cheers and happy weekend, Friends!
I have a little routine: after I drop Little Leighton at her preschool, I head straight for Starbucks. I order my "Tall, Decaf, Skinny Vanilla Latte" and enjoy every. last. drop. The Starbucks closest to my house and LL's school is always busy--like, line-wrapped-around-the-building-twice busy. LL goes to school two days a week. I try so hard to only visit Starbucks on those days, but, I'll admit, most weeks I fail. You will probably find me there in line, in my jammies, on most Saturday and/or Sunday mornings.
My Husband loves coffee. He drinks one cup each morning. It's strong--he adds nothing frilly, like flavored creamers. Just plain ol' coffee. That's just not my jam. Over the last six months or so, I've switched to straight decaf. I was getting funky headaches and it seems to help. So, even though he would graciously share a pot of his coffee with me, I always politely decline.
One night, probably 4 or so months ago, we were watching TV and a Nespresso commercial came on. I exclaimed, mostly to myself, "How fancy! And how convenient--lattes at home anytime you want!" I didn't think much more about it, until Christmas morning. One of my gifts from My Husband, LL and Henry was--my very own Nespresso machine!
I was mildly intimidated when I first pulled it out of the box, but it could not be easier! I'm able to store whatever milk I don't "froth and foam" in the fridge. It's a breeze to clean. It makes a delicious and smooth Vanilla Latte. (I add about one teaspoon of the Sugar-Free Vanilla Torani Syrup--I've found it tastes very similar to whatever Starbucks uses.) It has really perked up my mornings! I feel like quite the barista. If you come and visit me, I'll whip one up for you and even spell your name right on a cup. I just adore it! (And I adore my "Latte Mug" I ordered for myself from Pottery Barn using a gift card I received for Christmas. Isn't it cute?)
My motto? "Life begins after coffee."
Cheers and happy weekend, Friends!
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
New Year...New Pantry!
Well, technically we have
the same old pantry—but we have a new determination to organize it! Throw out
expired stuff!!!
Actually, 2015 is going to
be a year of “purging” for me and My Sweet Hubby (MSH). In 2014, we spent several
weekends over at our Barn—the apartment and the loft—going through boxes and
boxes of memories. Stuff. Junk. We've made a small dent in that nightmare. At our age, we are truly understanding and FEELING the cliché:
Less is MORE.
We’re faced with the (probable) inevitability of one day having
to move from our Country Casa Heaven (we have almost 34 acres) to a smaller home. We ain’t getting’ any younger. Although
our place is not huge—by anyone’s imagination—it’s plenty big and full of work.
Work that MSH and I do by ourselves. Work that gets harder and harder with each passing year.
So we’ve made a goal of
tackling one room and/or closet and/or drawer every week until we have our home and barn
(and life) under better control.
Saturday we started with
our pantry! We’ve cleaned it out over the almost fifteen years we’ve been in
our home. Many times, in fact. Smallish jobs, though. Nothing major. We began by attempting to agree on a "Plan" and looking at the floor to ceiling
shelves—said ceiling being 10-feet tall. We decided it was time to let loose of some
serving pieces, dishes, appliances, etc. It was also time to go through all of
MSH’s spices! Lordy, he has enough to open either a small store or a
restaurant.
Because of the height of
the pantry, I couldn’t get a full picture of our challenge. But these are two
“Befores.”
BTW:
We acknowledged there was going to be no way we could do the entire pantry in one
day. Even two! Especially since The Dallas Cowboys were playing Sunday at noon. (We'd rather not discuss that, if you don't mind.) We worked for almost five hours Saturday.
Beginning at the top and working our way down. Sunday we worked almost three.
Our criteria categories: Things we still use. Things we never use. Things we probably never needed. And, finally, the things TLC might want—at some point—down the line. (We even assured her we'd pack them up and store them in our Barn Loft until she could retrieve them. Sheesh.)
The next two pictures are a few of the items we removed from the top three shelves. (Not all, don'tchaknow. I wouldn't put y'all through that torture. You're welcome!) The top picture depicts items that were returned to the pantry. Approximately one-sixth of what we pulled out! The next picture contains items that will be donated. I'm proud to say there were only a couple of items that warranted the trash can. The rest will be taken to two organizations we love to help out in our tiny way. One organization is in our small town and the other is in Tracey's (bigger!) city.
Our criteria categories: Things we still use. Things we never use. Things we probably never needed. And, finally, the things TLC might want—at some point—down the line. (We even assured her we'd pack them up and store them in our Barn Loft until she could retrieve them. Sheesh.)
The next two pictures are a few of the items we removed from the top three shelves. (Not all, don'tchaknow. I wouldn't put y'all through that torture. You're welcome!) The top picture depicts items that were returned to the pantry. Approximately one-sixth of what we pulled out! The next picture contains items that will be donated. I'm proud to say there were only a couple of items that warranted the trash can. The rest will be taken to two organizations we love to help out in our tiny way. One organization is in our small town and the other is in Tracey's (bigger!) city.
(Update: As it turned out, TLC completely insulted her parents by
saying—after seeing many pictures of things, via our cellphones, her Mom thought she’d just love to
have—“No, thanks. I’m good.”)
Bright and early Sunday morning became “Spice Day!” (See the above picture of our Utility Room and the beginnings of our work in there Sunday.) We
took out bottles and bottles—containers and containers—boxes and boxes—of
spices and other baking items. We checked each for its expiration date. Our
criteria was this: Anything with a date before January 1, 2014 , was going to be trashed. Now, before you think we
didn’t need to go that crazy, let me promise you most of what we pitched into
the trash was more than half used. Or not worth attempting to keep. There were only a few bottles that had never
been opened.
We worked on Little Leighton’s
Gluten-Free Shelves with love, devotion and a sense of fun! We’re honored to help our precious granddaughter stay healthy. We then
worked on a section for rice, flour and pasta.
We actually still lack
two—almost three—shelves. Canned goods. Baking items. Sauces/Vinegars/Salad
Dressings/Pickles/Olives/Jalapenos/Mayo/Mustards. Cooking oils. We expect that to be done next Sunday and to take another three to four hours.
Then, all that will remain, are the crates and items we keep on the floor of the pantry. (We want this area to be tres attractive/prettier!) This area includes Buddy Boo Bear's dog food bin and other dog treat containers. We confess: BBB looks forward every single afternoon to two ginger snaps. That's all. Two. And they are, cross my heart, the only "people" food he gets. Unless Little Leighton accidentally throws him something every now and then. That's rare. She's learning it's not good for him or her dog, Henry.
Here are a couple of “Afters.”
Although they’re not what we hope will be the final outcome, maybe they show you we’re
getting close?
Yes, we question how long we can sustain our current determination. And energy. And kindness to each other about our 2015 Purging Project. I’ll keep you posted...
Have a Wonderful Week,
Silly Friends Everywhere!
Hey,Clean/OrganizeSomethingAnything, okay?
Hey,Clean/OrganizeSomethingAnything, okay?
smooch
Friday, January 9, 2015
New Year...New Show!
Well...new to me, at least!
Guess what? My Mother is (almost) always right. She really is...especially when it comes to television shows. I know she's mentioned her love for Parenthood before -- and I had sporadically seen a couple of episodes. However, it wasn't until last Saturday that I sat down and watched the entire first season in one afternoon.
ELC and My Sweet Dad had Little Leighton at their Country Casa for the weekend, and I was sick...again. (Preschool germs are the pits.) My husband and I recently decided that we would sign up for Netflicks...again. We had it several years ago but let our membership expire. Luckily, once we logged in with his email address, it pulled up all of the shows and movies we had previously added to our "list." Parenthood was on there...right next to Friday Night Lights...which I'm also determined to finish (it wasn't because I didn't enjoy the series...I actually loved it but had a baby and became subsequently distracted...or only able to process mindless Real Housewives).
I woke up Saturday morning barely able to move. I somehow managed to drag myself from my bed to our oversized chair in the living room where the Apple TV is located. I promptly began the Pilot and was hooked. Instantly. I am completely torn between binge-watching this entire series in two weeks...or slowly savoring every episode -- only allowing myself one Parenthood per day. (Who am I kidding? That's impossible!) I never want them to be over. My husband says I am quite literally addicted. It's true. He actually enjoys watching this show with me. It's honest. It's real. It's funny. It's heart-wrenching. I want to be a Braverman.
ELC and I spent 30 minutes this afternoon discussing our love of every character. They are completely relatable. We love Crosby. Despite his ways. We love Adam and Kristina and their devotion to their marriage and family. We love Zeek and how proud he is. We want to have a glass of wine with Sarah and hug Amber. We just can't get enough. If you haven't seen an episode, don't hesitate any longer. You need this show in your life. Like, yesterday.
Happy Friday, everybody! I'm literally going to hit the "publish" button now and start Parenthood. When I'm not twirling or having tea parties, you'll find me parked in front of the TV this weekend.
Guess what? My Mother is (almost) always right. She really is...especially when it comes to television shows. I know she's mentioned her love for Parenthood before -- and I had sporadically seen a couple of episodes. However, it wasn't until last Saturday that I sat down and watched the entire first season in one afternoon.
ELC and My Sweet Dad had Little Leighton at their Country Casa for the weekend, and I was sick...again. (Preschool germs are the pits.) My husband and I recently decided that we would sign up for Netflicks...again. We had it several years ago but let our membership expire. Luckily, once we logged in with his email address, it pulled up all of the shows and movies we had previously added to our "list." Parenthood was on there...right next to Friday Night Lights...which I'm also determined to finish (it wasn't because I didn't enjoy the series...I actually loved it but had a baby and became subsequently distracted...or only able to process mindless Real Housewives).
I woke up Saturday morning barely able to move. I somehow managed to drag myself from my bed to our oversized chair in the living room where the Apple TV is located. I promptly began the Pilot and was hooked. Instantly. I am completely torn between binge-watching this entire series in two weeks...or slowly savoring every episode -- only allowing myself one Parenthood per day. (Who am I kidding? That's impossible!) I never want them to be over. My husband says I am quite literally addicted. It's true. He actually enjoys watching this show with me. It's honest. It's real. It's funny. It's heart-wrenching. I want to be a Braverman.
ELC and I spent 30 minutes this afternoon discussing our love of every character. They are completely relatable. We love Crosby. Despite his ways. We love Adam and Kristina and their devotion to their marriage and family. We love Zeek and how proud he is. We want to have a glass of wine with Sarah and hug Amber. We just can't get enough. If you haven't seen an episode, don't hesitate any longer. You need this show in your life. Like, yesterday.
Happy Friday, everybody! I'm literally going to hit the "publish" button now and start Parenthood. When I'm not twirling or having tea parties, you'll find me parked in front of the TV this weekend.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
New Year...New Ear Pretties!
I came a tidbit late to
the “Pierced Ears’ Game.” My mother wouldn’t let her daughters have pierced ears when we
were in junior high or even high school. I was 19 when I had my ears punched
at the Monnig’s Department Store in downtown Ft. Worth . It was summer and I was working at a huge
insurance company (making about $3.00 an hour!). I went during my lunch break to have one of the cosmetic ladies do
the honors of putting holes in my ears. Within seconds, I was quite scared to go home. Petrified.
My mother didn’t even
notice them for a few days! I wore my hair down over my ears. It was long. I
wore the “pretend” earrings in those days—a lot. They’d improved over the
earrings my mother had worn as a teenager and young adult. From what I recall,
one of my siblings ratted me out. (Confident I know which one that was.) Mother was
furious. Which was nothing new and which I thought was interesting—she since really hadn’t even noticed
them. (She finally gave in to “peer pressure,” herself, when she was about 50!
Had her ears pierced and wouldn’t allow me to give her a hard time.)
TLC was four years old
when, one late Spring afternoon, she asked me if I’d call Kit. She needed to "ask her a question." I’ve mentioned
Kit to y’all in the past. She’s been our family hair stylist for thirty years!
TLC couldn’t reach
our kitchen “wall” phone—so I dialed the beauty shop number. When Kit got on
the line, I told her I wasn’t sure why we were calling, but TLC wanted to talk to her. Then
this:
TLC: Hi, Kit! Would you
pierce my ears?
What? Whhaaatttt did
she ask? Did I misunderstand her?
ELC: Whoa, there, Missy!
If you just asked Kit to pierce your ears that is NOT happening.
It happened the next day.
(Yes. I had to drive TLC to the shop. It was too far for her to walk! J/K. Teeheehee.) TLC crawled up into the chair. Kit got on one side of TLC. Kit's Mom, also a stylist in her shop, got on the
other. They positioned the “guns” just right. Kit said: “On the count of
three. One. Two. Three.”
TLC screamed bloody murder!
Cried and cried. I had zero sympathy for her and told her so. (Kit shared with
me they’d learned—the hard way—to pierce both ears of anyone under the age of
about 14 at the same time. Several unfortunate experiences had taught them the
best way to handle the situation was to do it this way. They'd had a few kids, in the
past, run out of her shop with one
pierced ear!)
I was tough on TLC for
many months after that. I demanded she
keep her ears clean and wouldn’t allow her to wear anything but tiny studs. I actually remember telling her that her ears could
fall off if she didn’t put Neosporin on them every night. Was
that right? No. It wasn't. It was terrible of me. I’d never encourage
her to tell Little Leighton (LL) that if and/or when LL wants her ears
pierced! I did make this (erroneous)
threat to TLC with gentleness and kindness. But I was firm. It worked.
She never had an "earring" infection in her pre-school, elementary or junior high days.
If y’all have been with us
long, you know how I REFUSE to leave
my home without earrings and lipstick. TLC and I often share earrings. After she’s tired of them, I sometimes get her
hand-me-downs. I’ve also bought earrings knowing we intended to share them from the outset. She
has a few that have been gifts from her Dad, husband and friends I wouldn’t ask to borrow. I have a few like that, too.
Below is a picture of the Kendra
Scott earrings TLC and Little Leighton (LL) gave me for Christmas! (This
is another game I came to late: The Kendra Scott Obsession Game!) They've been placed lovingly in my “ring” jewelry box. (Those are three of my five simple, but very, very much
cherished wedding bands. This Gal doesn’t have a big ole’ diamond. Never have
had a “solitaire.” Never felt like I was truly missing out, either.)
I’ve gotten to the age
where I don’t feel comfortable wearing long, large, showy earrings. Something about
people noticing my wrinkly neck, perhaps? Hmmm...perhaps. I wear many small-ish earrings. TLC
knew I would treasure these. I do! They’re called “Ellie.” And “Platinum
Drusy.” Whatever the heck that means. I love that they’re gold around the edge
(Could that be the definition of drusy?) The sparklies are major platinum-y. I took no
less than fifteen pictures—trying to capture just how incredibly shiny these
earbobs are—to no avail.
Trust me on this: These are the second sparkliest earrings I now own or have ever owned!
(The first being some fancy-schmancy diamond studs I received from My Sweet Hubby for our 24th
wedding anniversary. I’d asked for them for our 20th. One for each
decade of wedded bliss. However, it was important to get a golf cart for TLC.
She was a freshman in high school and wanted to play on the golf team that
year. We lived near a golf course—so it made sense to get a cart, instead
of renting one all the time. Yes, God forbid she walk the course.) BTW: She was on that team for a
year. Sigh. The sacrifices we Moms make, TLC. You’re learning already, right?
I’m deeply grateful to TLC and
LL for these ear pretties! They make up for so many, many, MANY things. Wink. Wink.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
New Year? New Rule.
I made up
a “new rule” for our Casa. For, specifically, My Sweet Hubby (MSH).
Drum roll please...
If you’re going to tell me
to read an article you found in the newspaper? You have to have read it first.
All of it.
A week ago today, MSH handed me his iPad, as I was about
to get out of bed and get ready to go to the “Earliest Movie We’ve Ever Seen At
An Actual Movie Theatre.” (See Some “Un” Assembly Required below…) I
noticed the title indicated it was about hoarders. Are you a hoarder? Or a pack
rat? (Not that exactly...but close.)
For the
one-millionth time, MSH, (and, actually, TLC), I am not a hoarder. Pack Rat? Possibly. Certainly not a hopeless
one. Let’s say I’m a Sorta-Semi-Pack-Rat, okay?
Upon
glancing at the article, I discovered there was a “test” I could take to
determine if I was, in fact, a hoarder. Or pack rat. Or neither. When I looked
at the questions? CONFIRMATION: I AM NOT
A HOARDER. (And I'm barely a pack rat. So there, You Two.)
I asked
MSH if he’d read the article. No, he said. I didn’t.
He was
promptly informed about the NEW RULE.
Since
it’s a New Year? This, I believe, was perfect timing.
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