Estate Saleing Report

Well it's not technically a report since I've only been to one estate sale in the past several weeks, but, I found a couple of neat things I want to show you!

I had a million better things to do but the devil on my left shoulder kept saying, "just go to one sale, it won't hurt."

So I did. The family was running it, so, things were el-cheapo!

Item 1: Felt owl bulletin board
Items 2 & 3: Vintage Wilton foil cake pans ($.50 each):

(Although I do not have a daughter, I had to get the Strawberry Shortcake one; I'm fond of her and loved the cakes my mom made us as wee ones)

Items 4 & 5: Boontonware melamine bowls

Item 6: Boontonware melamine platter:

(the cookies are Kill.Er. Click here for recipe)

Item #7: Small turquoise vase perfect for the mantle
A total of $3.25 spent. Well spent.

While we're on the topic of vintage, click here to shop a kick-butt Etsy store I recently discovered. I'm salivating over the s/p shakers on page 1!

Chicken (or Vegan) Soup for You

Perhaps you will recall that it takes little to rattle me. That, 90% of the time, I hold my head steady.

What? Why are you laughing?

And that only a few times in my life will I write about feelings of failure, sadness, mortification.

I mean, what's the point? This is the internet, after all, and I would never want to be a Downer Debbie for your soul. If this blog is not Chicken Soup for You, then, well, I quit.

Not really. What I mean is, it matters more to me to be transparent and truthful about the highs and lows of life, rather than bear my pearlies (which, by the way, I do want fixed again; still have an overbite) on a seemingly impossible basis.

So, I give you this: I pulled a total bratty, baby move and made Shawn do most of the work yesterday. Sunday. The. Day. Of. Rest. And he's at work all the time. Yes, so am I, but, we tend to take the teamwork approach when it comes to Wild Man. I feel ashamed today. Ashamed my bum left an indention in the couch, and, uh, our bed. But so appreciative I have a man who lets me take a break.

As I mull it over a little more, I'm leaning toward forgiving myself for not always embracing the mundane tasks set before me . The loving Wilder part? That's the easy stuff. The rest? Meh.

Confession #2: I'm deathly afraid of shorts and have yet to meet anyone who will convince me that it's okay to wear them, even with a tan and cellulite cure (neither of which I possess). So I tromp around this land in blazingly uncomfortable jeans (muffin top).

Confession #3: I could've been kissed on my Sweet 16 but opted out for fear of having bad breath (metal mouth).

Confession #4: I haven't washed my hair since Friday.

Confession #5: I secretly wish we would've left the green carpet, heavy vintage drapery, and kitchen wallpaper in our house to preserve the mid-century feel (I wasn't as obsessed with this era as I am now; oh well, we will find another "time capsule" someday)

Confession #6: I received lots of roses from beaus in high school (I was fabulously thin), so, in order to differentiate whom they were from, once dried (this was a weird trend back then), I color-coded the stems with nail polish. I also had an obsession with kitties and Laura Ingalls, uh, Wilder.

Whew. That feels better. Goodnight.

With her pixie wand

It seems the 550 photos from our trip have mated like bunnies and now there are more. So many I want to share with you.

But, for now, and until then, I'll admit I'm grappling to discover how:

a) Goodness began, budded, and catapulted
b) then paused with her pixie wand, and
c) hovered awhile over my heart and in my life
Goodness: thank you.

...for all the times you stay to rest. How do you do it?

~

I'm baaack!

I've been out of Kansas nearly the whole month of July. While I've had a few meltdowns and frenzied moments (I started crying when my sunglasses broke--gave the new mascara a good test run), I'm thankful to have had many travel opportunities and know it wouldn't have been possible if I was still working full time. 

We are now back from Colorado. Oh, what a glorious state she is! I'm smitten by her beauty, her people (ponytails are permitted, if not encouraged), and the potent sense of adventure. The mountains were a constant reminder that we are small and there's so much transpiring in nature and in us, so much we (I) don't know. In that realization I think to thank you--for reading about this Kansas girl's life of mommyhood and evolving self awareness...my life is not little, but, neither is our world.

If you'll let me, I'll drag out our 500+ vacation photos into as many posts as possible.

I just looked at the calendar for August. For now, this pestering you is where I am.

Summer party

Yay, we get invited to little kids' birthday parties now!


I couldn't stop photographing three year-old Diego, uh, I mean, "Mr. Conductor."
He and his family are astoundingly precious. Thanks for the invite, guys!