I know this blog isn’t all about me (nor is life), but here’s what’s going on in the life of an average (albeit quirky) American housewife and work-at-home mom:
I know I promised that I’d post my art creation from the architecture stuff that I bought last Saturday at the Harrison Brothers’ basement. BTW, I forgot to mention that HB is an old hardware store. Located in Huntsville, Alabama, HB now sells gifts and merchandise from regional artists. Every 1st and 3rd Saturday of the month, they open up their basement from 10-Noon and sell architectural finds and other “old stuff” that people have donated to the Historical Foundation.
Today, I had wanted to Pin this art project but didn’t get to it at all.
School can be brutal. If I can spend just over $8 on one Friday to help Princess Buttercup’s day start brighter, then I will.
Before school, we went by Starbucks, and Princess Buttercup ordered a something-or-other Frappuccino with something-something-something that wasn’t on the menu. She told me that you can always order from their “Secret Menu” or describe your drink and they will make it per your specs. I didn’t know that. Now I do. I just ordered a latte.
One of my good friends is selling Mary Kay cosmetics. You can order from her site right here. She’s such a sweet girl and great wife/mom/dau/friend, so please show her some economic love. She gave me this lotion set for Christmas, and I love it! I usually don’t have a skin regimen (bad, me) but this smells really good and my skin isn’t withering away this winter with the central heat and copious hand-washing.
The Great Pearl Heist! Yes! Here’s the thing:
If I were an atheist, I would totally be a jewel thief. I mean that for real and have told my confidants that many times. After all, if there wasn’t a God (first of all, I wouldn’t be here) but might would make right, right? Even if it was intellectual might. I mean…not that I’m this great intellectual, but now I’m rambling…oops.
Being a cat thief isn’t a fantasy of mine, but art heists and jewelry heists make fantastic reads. Not only that, the book goes into the history of Charles Dickens’ London. Edwardian England is a passion of mine. I don’t know why mud-rakers and chiffoniers hold a fascination for me, but they do. Midway through the book and thoroughly enjoying it.
Last on my photo list are pictures of our doggies, Spike (2-year-old black Lab mix) and Snuggles (our lady alpha dog who thinks she’s queen.)
Since I refuse to post pictures of Princess Buttercup (because of privacy and also bc one day she may resent having her face pop up every time someone Googles her), I post the pups.
Hope you all have a blessed day!