Children Never Grow Out Of Some Things

I'll remind you again to visit my Pinterest page with over 7,000 photos of gorgeous eye candy. I don't think you'll be disappointed. Just click here.
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How do I put this? Hmmmm...Well, I guess I could just say hubs has a hard time finding something in the house I've asked him to find. Usually it's a pantry item. He'll look and look and swear it's not there. While I'll know for a certainty it is. So then I go to the pantry in the kitchen or the smaller one in the laundry room or the shelves we have in a spare room to hold extra food items. I'll find it immediately unless we really are out of it, which is unusual because as soon as I'm down to my last 2 cans I'll put them on our shopping list to buy more. So I'm rarely without something I need. This applies to just about anything in this house besides food items.

When our son was here a few weeks ago, he came out of the guest bathroom and into the kitchen and washed his hands. I queried him about why he didn't wash them in the bathroom. He said, "I couldn't find any soap in there." His father and I just looked at each other. There are 2 sinks in there with a bar in a dish at each sink, 10 bars in a pretty dish holder between the sinks and several more bars in a drawer in there. Son is 49 years old and still can't see something right in front of him. Sigh.......He is soooooo like his dad!
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Some of you who have been followers for a while might remember a book I was reading about the Secret Service, the men who protect our presidents. Here's another story.

A vice-president who espoused family values told his secret service detail to take him to the elegant St. Regis hotel. They took him in the back door and to a room on the fourth floor. He then asked them to come back in 3 hours. They then understood he was having an affair with a woman. They left him there unprotected, a clear dereliction of duty. As agents they were embarrassed because they were facilitating his adultery and felt like pimps. They couldn't look his wife in the eye after that. I never give the names but you can buy the book and read it to find out all the little secrets involving men who lead us.
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Sweet home on a soothing pond.

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous rose wreath!!!

Lovely lined laundry basket.

Adorable kitchen.

Beautiful living room.

I love this print fabric!

Sweet old tins.

A lovely old bottle with a stopper that just won't stop! Magnificent!

Now, this is what I'd call a tiny bedroom.

Pretty little sachets wrapped up with roses and bows.

Lovely lace garment.

Pretty jewelry.

A fantastic wreath. I don't think the flowers are real though. I'd love it no matter what. It's beautiful.

Love these fabric roses.

Pretty close-up of a gorgeous pink rose!

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Tidbit:
A single Formula One racing tire costs about $1,200.

Going Shopping Can Be Hazardous to Your Health!

I went shopping the other day, but it wasn't pleasant prepping for it.

Hubs was gone already and I had showered and was drying my hair and all of a sudden I heard this very loud pop and a bright light flashed. Blow dryer promptly died! Not just died, but blew up. But I had no electricity in either of the bathrooms after that so this is pretty much how I left for the day. Okay, so I look like a scared rabbit (sorry SusieQ) and my eyes are still glazed over—like in this video shot from my iSight cam—but I went anyway.

Here is the culprit that took away probably a year off my life and I don't have too many left so I'm frosted about that, chicks.

It's toast. Luckily, being the OC/DC woman that I am, I had a brand new backup one under the sink. But no electricity to use the curling iron. Hubs fixed it when he got home but that's another looooooong story! Later maybe.

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I've been seriously thinking about a new sofa—ME, not hubs. So I dropped into the Ethan Allen showroom in Boise and looked around. I knew the style I wanted and thought I knew the fabric but the 3 I picked out were discontinued. Now, I bought my sofa in 1995 from them and it looks as new as the day I bought it. I'm very careful with my things but we don't have the traffic that someone with little kids would have, so it looks excellent.

My dilemma, besides convincing Love Bunny we need (translated: I WANT) a new sofa, is what to do with the old sofa in the living room. I love it and don't want to sell it but after 15 years I want a change.

But I also love this sofa cover on the one in the family room. The sofa underneath is not as expensive or good as the living room one so I'm thinking of putting the one in the living room in the family room and covering it with the green stripe slipcover because I can wash it and it's heavy and pretty and I love it.

While I was in the Ethan Allen store the interior decorator showed me a sofa that they were trying to get rid of to make way for new styles. It was a lovely style, 97" long, down filled, but it was navy blue. That's not a color that would go with my decorating scheme but it was a $3,500.00 sofa marked down to $1,000.00!! Noooooo, I didn't get it but that was one heck of a deal. EA furniture is tops in my opinion for the price you get superior, quality furniture.

But she gave me a small catalog—nothing like they used to give me—and it had this room in it. Be still my heart!!!! Isn't this gorgeous? Pink! I can't imagine a man thinking this is "just a woman's room" because it is simply romantic. I know MY man loves "romantic" stuff.

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Now I think I'll just tease you with some delightful photos.

A petticoated bedskirt adds charm to any bedroom no matter what its style.

Simple pleasures: a beautiful rose in a tin can.

Fill your sachets with straw, fragrance them with oils and hang them around your house. I use something special for my sachets but no one has ever guessed yet what I use. It's organic so no allergies to it but I've never heard of anyone else using what I stuff mine with and it absorbs the oils well and keeps them fresh for a loooooong time.

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Random Thought:

The unruly children running amok in Wendy's the other day were certainly not as charming to the other diners as they were to the grandma who was treating them to burger, fries and ketchup the other day! Keep that in mind, grandmothers.
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