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hey y’all!

okay, so it’s taken me a while to get around to posting my recent treasure finds. but here we are.

it’s friday night and let me start with this: SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER!!!!! (okay, you have to imagine me playing an air guitar and screaming, ala alice cooper).

i know, i know. i’m not school nursing right now and my son matt is home-schooled … BUT, my hubby is still serving time in the public schools, and he is VERY happy to see this particular year END. WOOHOO!! i know it was a tough year, babe … but you made it! congrats on the taks scores, in spite of all the challenges! you’re the BEST 4th grade teacher ever!

alright, alright. enough hubby praises. on with the show. instead of blathering on and on, i’ll let my pics do the talking (i just want you to know how painful that is for me. not talking.).

but before we get to the pics …

last weekend i went solo to a few sales in the ‘hood. some a bust, some a blast. this weekend started TODAY with a couple of yard sales in belton … one of which was sue’s friend cindy’s. got some cute things there (thanks for the sweet deals cindy!), pics are below.

and one final note. i recently redid an old cedar chest. well, not sure how old it is, probably about 25 years, which really isn’t that old as far as the vintage world is concerned. but old enough. it was dark, very dark. and the seat was upholstered in colors and a pattern that didn’t suit me.

it sat on my patio for a couple of months before i finally started the project (THIS is why i could never have a booth … i can’t produce fast enough). and then it took me several days to complete the re-make. but i must admit, it looks pretty good. am v. pleased with the results. pics below.

okay, now i’m truly done talking. for now. hope y’all find just what you’re looking for this weekend.

love and hugs,
terry lee

sweet, sweet yellow and rose fabric ... TONS of it from the GW bins

sweet, sweet yellow and rose fabric ... TONS of it from the GW bins

THE simply shabby chic. yummy curtains from last weekend's yard saling

THE simply shabby chic. yummy curtains from last weekend's yard saling

close up ... love those roses!!

close up ... love those roses!!

sweet little valance from the same sale

sweet little valance from the same sale

i think all of these lovelies are from the same sale (note the precious miniature lamp on the tin ... it has roses on it)

i think all of these lovelies are from the same sale (note the precious miniature lamp on the tin ... it has roses on it)

these guys are adorable! bunnies made from chenille. in great condition too

these guys are adorable! bunnies made from chenille. in great condition too

ohmygawd sweet chickies, on a linen and a little planter or votive holder (??). VERY precious! from cindy's

ohmygawd sweet chickies, one on a linen and one a little planter or votive holder (??). VERY precious! from cindy's

another thingy from cindy. what it is, i am not sure. but it's pink and crusty and rusty and i think she said i could put a cup and saucer on it and hang it.

another thingy from cindy. what it is, i am not sure. but it's pink and crusty and rusty and i think she said i could put a cup and saucer on it and hang it.

collection of little saucers and a sweet cup from cindy's sale

collection of little saucers and a sweet cup from cindy's sale

HUGE (the pic does NOT do the size justice) terra cotta pot from cindy's sale. yes, cindy ... i crammed my hanging fern into it for the pic

HUGE (the pic does NOT do the size justice) terra cotta pot from cindy's sale. yes, cindy ... i crammed my fern into it for the pic

okay, these lovelies are from the other yard sale in belton ... sugar bowl and creamer with rooooossseeessss!!!!

okay, these lovelies are from the other yard sale in belton ... sugar bowl and creamer with rooooossseeessss!!!!

also from that sale, two little cups and saucers. v. dainty and feminine

also from that sale, two little cups and saucers. v. dainty and feminine

a group picture. note the plate also in back. sweet. got the lot and a candle to boot (see next pic) for $5.

a group picture. note the plate also in back. sweet. got the lot and a candle to boot (see next pic) for $5.

and finally, from the same sale, a (damn) yankee candle ... sweet honeysuckle. smells SOOO divine. and yes, it appears to have been lit a time or two (who among us hasn't been?!) but it's still almost new. and for free, who's complaining?

a (damn) yankee candle ... sweet honeysuckle. smells SOOO divine. and yes, it appears to have been lit a time or two (who among us hasn't been?!) but it's still almost new. and for free, who's complaining?

cedar chest, before. the sander's hand belongs to matt. i gave him the hard work!

and here's the cedar chest, before. the sander's hand belongs to matt. i gave him the hard work!

after! too sweet, eh?

after! too sweet, eh?

painted it an antique white and the old brass handles pink

painted it an antique white and the old brass handles pink

and for the seat, i recovered it with a yummy vintage pink chenille bedspread cutter.

and for the seat, i re-covered it with a yummy vintage pink chenille bedspread cutter.

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welcome to my garden

hey y’all,

lazy. i must be lazy. i thought it was the heat. even the humidity. possibly my blood pressure? my thyroid?? that’s always a likely culprit. OR … i could blame it on the cancer treatments (some might call that playing the “cancer card”).

but no, it’s laziness. i confess it to you, my dear readers. all 4 of you. i just can’t seem to get myself in gear lately. or perhaps i should say i’m stuck in one gear: neutral. or is that even a gear?

okay, enough whining! i just had my 3 month oncology checkup and all is well. yea! also, i’m about to reach another milestone in this journey of survival: at the end of may, it’ll be two years since my cancer diagnosis. YEA again! thanks to each one of you for your prayers, good thoughts, words of encouragment and support. i wouldn’t be here today without you and your faithfulness.

after every good 3 month checkup, it feels as if i’ve been given a gift. another three months! which isn’t a bad thing for someone who’s learning to live ONE DAY at a time. three months sounds like a LONG time to me.

speaking of living … and having faith in the future, this is the first time in over a decade that i’ve actually planted something. i call it a garden, but it’s just barely. a garden, that is.

if you’ve done your homework, you know that we recently filled in our backyard inground pool (if not, back up and read my blog about it). it was a nasty affair, the pool and filling it in, so it seemed apropos to use that area for The Garden.

at this point, it has a little straggly apple tree (shades of charlie brown’s cmas tree … but sweet and sentimental and represents the ONE life that ben and i are making together), 3 rose bushes (significant number, for the three children i bore … and bore … and bore), two crepe myrtles (one for me, one for my sweet hubby) and a GORGEOUS vintage arch/arbor thingy i found in lampasas a couple of weekends ago. what it represents i do not know. maybe the welcoming of family and friends into our life (garden). i fell in love with it as soon as i saw it at crazy nana’s.

lordy me. but this business of planting is a painful proposition. first there’s the shopping (which i do well, unless it’s walmart and/or a payday … arghh), then the lugging of the plants/trees/soil mix/tools/gloves/pots/watering can/plant food/rose food (see?! i told you i shop well!) TO the car, then OUT of the car, then TO the patio/backyard. already i’m pooped and ready for a nap.

THEN you have the actual PLANTING of the plants. gawd-help-us. now, being the OCD middle child that i am, i had all my ducks in a row, as it were. my plants and bushes were lined up on the patio, sorted by color and variety, alphabetized and ready to plant. okay, i’m kidding about the alphabetizing. but truly, i had a PLAN for my garden. okay, so it was only in my head, but it was there: this plant would go here, that plant would go there. so on and so forth. blah blah blah.

i knew that my dear sweet hubby wanted a couple of trees, which was great (because i wanted them too). but i thought we would choose them.

together.

one day, he came home dragging a big pot with a tall stick shooting out from it.

“what is that?” i asked.

“a TREE!” he replies, and continues to drag it through the house, out the back door, straight to the virgin garden area. he grabs the shovel and before i can even speak (and that’s pretty quick) he’s already shoved the shovel into the ground.

whaaa??? what about my plans? my layout for the garden?? is that where the tree is supposed to go?!?! he has absolutely NO concept of my master plan, nor does he seem to care. i quickly weigh my options. is it worth saying something? stopping him, mid-shovel? he was determined and intent on planting that sad little stick of an apple tree.

right there. in that spot.

in the end, i didn’t have it in me to argue. i’d work around that little tree. i took it as a sign that THIS little apple tree would be the beginning of our garden, and as corny and as cheesy as it sounds, it would be a new beginning … the first day of our future. and so i pulled the bag of miracle grow over to the hole and we planted that little tree together.

i hope it survives. we’re watering it, feeding it, loving it (and yes, i’m talking to it every day … i read somewhere that it’s good to talk to plants). maybe one day it’ll surprise us with grand-apples. haha

geez this is getting long. time to stop the insanity. my word count is already 729. i can’t help it. verbosity runs in my family. my mom could never tell the simplest of stories in under an hour. i guess it’s true the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 🙂 more gardening stories to follow … for now, enjoy the pics. and remember, it’s still a WORK IN PROGRESS!

love and hugs to all,
terry lee

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
~Dorothy Frances Gurney, “Garden Thoughts”

Gardens are a form of autobiography.
~Sydney Eddison, Horticulture magazine, August/September 1993

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
~English Nursery Rhyme

great rusty crusty arch for my garden. it's flanked by two crepe myrtles which are still in need of planting ...

great rusty crusty arch for my garden. it's flanked by two crepe myrtles which are still in need of planting ...

close up of arch design

close up of arch design

our little apple tree. bless its heart.

our little apple tree. bless its heart.

i call these my strawberry-banana roses ... pink and yellow

i call these my strawberry-banana roses ... pink and yellow

i think this is such a beautiful pink

i think this is such a beautiful pink

had to have yellow (rose of texas)

had to have yellow (rose of texas)

my three little rose bushes ... for alan, tara and matt

my three little rose bushes ... for alan, tara and matt

tara admires her work

tara admires her work

my patio table with new cushions and lovely pink begonias ... with a view of The Garden ... love that arch!

my patio table with new cushions and lovely pink begonias ... with a view of The Garden ... love that arch!

searched high and low for just the right cushions. didn't find them high, but found them at lowe's. haha

searched high and low for just the right cushions. didn't find them high, but found them at lowe's. haha

my patio makeover. it used to be verrrrry scary. now it's an outside room! very lovely and inviting. love it!

my patio makeover. it used to be verrrrry scary. now it's an outside room! very lovely and inviting. love it!

found these beads at the GW barn last week for 75c. they were a tangled mess that took hours to straighten out. but worth it!

found these beads at the GW barn last week for 75c. they were a tangled mess that took hours to straighten out. but worth it!

when the wind stirs the beads, it reminds me of raindrops. a perfect place for those silly 70s disco ball beads!

when the wind stirs the beads, it reminds me of raindrops. a perfect place for those silly 70s disco ball beads!

sort've the focal point of my patio ... an old metal shelf i picked up for a dollar. put some real sweeties on it (love my rose plates, saucers, cups, etc) and flanked it all with the two tall white shutters i got for a song at the lampasas city-wide

sort've the focal point of my patio ... an old metal shelf i picked up for a dollar. put some real sweeties on it (love my rose plates, saucers, cups, etc) and flanked it all with the two tall white shutters i got for a song at the lampasas city-wide

another view of my patio room ...

another view of my patio room ...

LOVE these pink hydrangeas! set them next to an old lawn chair covered in a vintage pink and white bedsheet, finished off with a pink pillow from big lots.

LOVE these pink hydrangeas! set them next to an old lawn chair covered in a vintage pink and white bedsheet, finished off with a pink pillow from big lots.

lace chandie i bought from sue a while back. added some color by putting pink roses on the ends

lace chandie i bought from sue a while back. added some color by putting pink roses on the ends

the little white wicker chair (from sue's) is perfect for my flowers!

the little white wicker chair (from sue's) is perfect for my flowers!

this is an old cracker barrel rocker that i found a few years back at an antique mall. painted it antique white and had been using it inside. i think it looks great on my patio. the mosaic piece next to it was marked way down at 'tuesday morning' because of a small chipped area. lucky me!

this is an old cracker barrel rocker that i found a few years back at an antique mall. painted it antique white and had been using it inside. i think it looks great on my patio. the mosaic piece next to it was marked way down at 'tuesday morning' because of a small chipped area. lucky me!

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thanks-santa

hey y’all,

i really goofed with my last blog. shortly after it hit the press, my dear, sweet hubby informed me that i had failed to mention the absolutely WONDERFUL christmas gift that he gave me … a way cool printer/scanner/copier/fly me to the moon machine … which is HOW i am now able to scan and upload those great vintage family photos that i shared with y’all.

how could i have been so remiss?! old age. chemo-brain. teenager-induced ssstresss. people in wal-mart. any number of excuses. i’m SOOO sorry, sweetie pie. i LOVE my new toy. but i love you more. how’s that? 😉

anyways, on to the pics … some of my other christmas presents (not everything, so stay tuned), some of this and that.

happy weekend!

love and hugs,
terry lee

my friend bonnie got me these vintage turquoise pyrex pieces. we both cried because without realizing it, she had bought me the SAME set that my mother used to have ... i only had one piece left of hers.

my friend bonnie got me these vintage turquoise pyrex pieces. we both cried because without realizing it, she had bought me the SAME set that my mother used to have ... i only had one piece left of my mom's.

love it!

love it!

LOVE this heart-shaped lovely from my friend jannetta. it's a sue creation ... how precious!

LOVE this heart-shaped lovely from my friend jannetta. it's a sue creation ... how precious! uh, what exactly happened to the man's face?!

dear, sweet, mary (she's such a valentine!) made this collage for me for cmas. it's soooo perfect!!! i love it, mary!

dear, sweet, mary (she's such a valentine!) made this collage for me for cmas. it's soooo perfect!!! i love it, mary!

can't tell you the story behind this sign because it could possibly incriminate my sister and  me. let's just say that i saw it, wanted it ... and now i have it. PINK letters!

can't tell you the story behind this sign because it might incriminate my sister and me. let's just say that i saw it, wanted it ... and now i have it. PINK letters!

sue, i got the DIVA suitcase after all! jannetta bought it for me ... and that sweet little white angel basket next to it. looks sweet perched on my cabinet.

sue, i got the DIVAS suitcase after all! jannetta bought it for me ... and that sweet little white angel basket next to it. looks great perched on my cabinet.

heavy old clock i found at the GW barn a long time ago. it worked, but didn't like that it was all goldtone. FINALLY painted the floral part, numbers and hands pink, glued an old fork and spoon on it (it's in the kitchen) and a castoff earring at the bottom.

heavy old clock i found at the GW barn a long time ago. it worked, but i didn't like all that goldtone. FINALLY painted the floral part, numbers and hands pink, glued an old fork and spoon on it (it's a kitchen clock) and a castoff earring at the bottom. perfectly gawdy (gaudy for you english majors) and over-the-top, eh?

close up of my 'new' kitchen clock

close up of my 'new' kitchen clock

an irresistable little piece i bought for myself, from sue's booth. sweet plate adorned with buttons.

an irresistable little piece i bought for myself, from sue's booth. sweet plate adorned with buttons.

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fag-car

hey again!

okay, before i get into my blog, i must preface it with the following information. some of you already know about my tight-knit little group of friends with whom i go out junking and ‘tiquing and eating as often as possible. some of you already know what we call ourselves. but for those of you who don’t, hang on to your purple hats ’cause i’m fixin’ to lay it on you.

we are The FAGs. no disrespect to alternative lifestyles intended. in fact, the name has nothing in the world to do with alternative anything. when we first started shopping/junking together as already dear friends and co-workers, we wanted to name ourselves … shades of the purple hat ladies, if you will.

however, they are waaaaay too organized and besides, we wanted our OWN name. since we all tend to have attitudes (some of us a little edgier than others …) and are somewhat rebellious (uh, that might be moi more than the others), we came up with … WARNING … the faint of heart and gut might want to close their eyes now … the F***ing Attitude Girls! hence the acronym FAGs.

at first, our husbands and children were taken aback. but after a few years, they have adjusted nicely. “are you fagging this weekend, dear?” they ask (yes, you can use it as a VERB!!). “mom, are you shopping with the FAGs on saturday?” it’s as natural to them as breathing.

to us, fagging means GIRL TIME!! junking, thrift stores, goodwills, antique stores, yard sales, estate sales, road trips, cramming crap into the car trunk till we have no more room, eating at great little diners, cafes, tea rooms, restaurants, and laughing till we pee our pants, crying, whining, sharing and just being together. it’s good medicine for all of us.

and now to the blogging! the FAGs hit the road last weekend with georgetown as our goal. we made it, late in the day, after several yard sales, estate sales and antique shops along hwy 195. what a BLAST we had! and oh my, what great treasures we found! my poor car (camry) was PACKED to the gills. the trunk, the backseat, the front seat floorboard. at one point we thought we might have to rent a u-haul to get it all home!

i’ll let my pictures do the rest of the talking since i’ve done way too much already. thanks to sue for cluing us in on the gatherings in georgetown. worth the trip for sure! but getting there was more than half the fun!

love and hugs to all,
terry lee

one of our first stops was ruby's attic

one of our first stops was ruby's attic

inside ruby's attic, we pose with "lucy"

inside ruby's attic, we pose with 'lucy'

marilyn monroe mannequin inside ruby's

marilyn monroe mannequin inside ruby's

one of our stops, in florence, was this great old house ... the best yard sale i've been to ever!

one of our stops, in florence, was this great old house ...

the old house is having a yard sale!!! woohoo!!!

... and they were having a yard sale!!! woohoo!!!

windows that used to be in that house. five of 'em in all. a buck each. have i died and gone to heaven?!?!?!

windows that used to be in that house. five of 'em in all. a buck each. have i died and gone to heaven?!?!?!

ohmygosh! this antique stepstool is over 100 years old and used to belong to the owner of that house ... and see those AWESOME key hole plates on top? from the historic house also!! all mine for a buck. A BUCK!!!!!

ohmygosh! this antique stepstool is over 100 years old and used to belong to the owner of that house ... and see those AWESOME key hole plates on top? from the historic house also!! all mine for a buck. A BUCK!!!!!

killer white wicker vintage table. mine!

killer white wicker vintage table. mine!

sweet little old lady who used to own the house chats with bon and jannetta

sweet little old lady who used to own the house chats with bon and jannetta ... the stepstool belonged to HER mother-in-law!

yea! we finally made it g-town and Gatherings!

yea! we finally made it to g-town and Gatherings!

we check out the sidewalk pretties first ...

we check out the sidewalk pretties first ...

sweet vintage aprons

sweet vintage aprons

great vintage display

great vintage display

red fru fru dress in the little girls' room!

red fru fru dress in the little girls' room!

bonnie admires all the lovelies

bonnie admires all the lovelies

jannetta holds up a vintage collage

jannetta holds up a vintage collage

i ADORE this old sign. my daddy taught me to fish off the banks of cowhouse creek. love it!!

i ADORE this old sign. i was raised on the banks of the cowhouse! my daddy taught me to fish there. love it!!

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Hey y’all,

This past weekend was filled with birthday celebrations, presents, balloons and cakes. Saturday was my sweet hubby Ben’s birthday. Won’t say how old he is because he’s been known to read my blogs. ha! And Sunday was my daughter Tara’s 26th birthday.

Yes, it’s always a little crazy, having two birthdays back to back. But it’s all a labor of love.

As I was preparing (mentally) for their birthdays, birthing memories started washing over me … well, memories of Tara’s birth. Not Ben’s. However, there is a “birth story” for Ben, passed down from his mother Clara Lee (LOVE her middle name!!) which I’ll share in a minute.

Tara wasn’t crying when she was born and I asked if she was okay. The nurse said, “She’s fine; just sleeping.” (Probably something to do with the Demerol they gave me!!)

Then they placed her in my arms and I thought she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. A perfectly round head, covered in the softest, silkiest golden hair imaginable. It looked like a halo … and she lay there, all cuddled in blankets, sleeping like an angel.

When I fed her for the first time, I was shocked at how much she drank. Without fanfare, she slugged down the entire 4 oz of formula in nothing flat and was sucking air, wanting more. Hmmm. A hungry little angel, I thought.

Tara and I were talking about this (as we always do on her birthday), and it wasn’t lost on either of us that she hasn’t changed much. She still loves to sleep and still has a healthy appetite! Happy Birthday, my 26 year old golden-haired angel!

Ben’s story is a much different tale. He was born at home, with two physicians in attendance. He claims his mother was on an ironing board while giving birth (and if so, SHAME on that doctor … even though he’s probably long dead by now). When Ben was born, the first doctor pronounced him dead and tossed him on the bed. But the second physician wasn’t giving up yet. He picked up baby Ben and successfully resuscitated him.

Thank God for second doctors!

Happy Birthday, Ben … honey o’ mine!

Gotta have pictures, especially for those who don’t like to read. haha! They’re a mish-mash of this’n’that. Some birthday, some of Sue’s magic (naturally!), etc.

Love and hugs to all!

Birthday Girl

Birthday Girl

Great old clock "Baby Ben" ... in honor of MY Ben's birthday

Great old 'Baby Ben' clock ... in honor of MY Ben's birthday

Sweet cottage sign from Sue's

Sweet cottage sign from Sue's

Adorable little Paris Lady picture, Sue's creation

Adorable little Paris Lady picture, Sue's creation

An ordinary book, transformed (as if by MAGIC!) into a Paris lovely. Great work, Sue!

An ordinary book, transformed (as if by MAGIC!) into a Paris lovely. Great work, Sue!

LOVELY crotcheted doily (from Sue's booth, natch)

LOVELY crotcheted doily (from Sue's booth, natch)

A wannabe Vintage Queen posing with the real deal. Talk about craziness!

A wannabe Vintage Queen (me) posing with the real deal. Talk about craziness!

Darling little 'sweet pea' ... Sue's magic

Darling little 'sweet pea' ... Sue's magic

Mother and child (Is it possible for me to have a 26 year old?!?!)

Mother and child (Is it possible for me to have a 26 year old?!?!)

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Hey again!

With my youngest’s birthday fast approaching (he’ll be 15 next week!), my thoughts have turned to what matters most in life … family, friends, health and happiness. So with that in mind, I made a little slideshow to share with you.

Hope you enjoy.

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Hi again!

I’ve had this discussion with my junkin’ buddies, and with some of you bloggers, but here we go again.

HUSBANDS.

Let me preface by saying I absolutely adore mine. I love him to death. And no, I have no (current) plans to poison him with arsenic. 😉

But I bought this GORGEOUS crinoline petticoat from vintage Sue last week. And, not ever having an original idea of my own, I borrowed one from Sue, thinking it’d look PERFECT over a lampshade in our bedroom.

Giddy with excitement, I brought it home and slipped it over the shade of our floor lamp, which stands behind our bed (great for our nightly reading). Voila! It instantly transformed the drab, white Wal-Mart lamp into a romantic, Victorian-esque piece.

And that was just the beginning. Visions of pink ribbons and bows, pearls and other bling danced in my silly head.

So I’m lying in bed, half-dreading, half-anticipating with girlish excitement my hubby’s arrival. He goes about his usual routine and doesn’t even notice the lamp for a few minutes. Then when he does, he honestly thinks it’s a JOKE!

He laughs, and says, “You’re kidding, right?!”

“No, I’m not kidding. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Honeeeey, you can’t be serious. It’s so big and it blocks my reading light. Please take it down.”

Okay, this is where I get a little touchy, because a few weeks ago, I finally took down a lovely pink windchime that was hanging below the ceiling fan in our bedroom. Hubby complained constantly about it … not so much about the sweet tinkling sound it made, but because he ran into it several times each night as he trekked back and forth to the restroom (that’s another story).

So I’m starting to feel sorry for myself … can’t I have anything I like in this bedroom?! This is where I inform him (having read Emily Post, et al) that it’s “tradition” for the bedroom to be decorated for the WOMAN.

Apparently, he hadn’t read the book.

“It doesn’t block your reading light!”, I continue in defense of the crinoline.

He lies down and of course, his head is right under the crinoline. I have to admit, it does look pretty comical.

And then I suddenly remember this is the man who stayed by my side in the hospital for days on end, putting Blistex on my lips and ice chips in my mouth when I couldn’t do it for myself. He’s the man who helped me to the bathroom when I was too weak to make it alone … and he’s the one who still pampers and spoils me, even though I can pretty much take care of myself again.

So against my vintage, romantic decorating instincts, I acquiesce and remove the crinoline in deference to my sweet hubby’s desires.

Then I promptly re-hang the windchime. All is fair in love and war.

I did take some pics of the crinoline-attired lamp. It’s lovely, as you will see. As I was snapping pictures of it, hubby walks in and just shakes his head.

When I asked him how he’d feel if I painted the lamp pink (a healthy compromise, I thought), he said, “Geeeeez, honey. Next thing I know, you’ll be cutting off my balls, painting them pink and putting them on the internet.”

“Great idea!” I reply. “But I think I’d rather keep them attached.”

Flat or semi-gloss? 🙂

Enjoy the pics!

how 'bout crinoline on my antique room divider/screen?

how 'bout crinoline on my antique room divider/screen?

crinoline from underneath

crinoline from underneath

crinoline hanging on my bedroom wall

crinoline hanging on my bedroom wall

crinoline hanging on my vanity chair

crinoline hanging on my vanity chair

the sweet pink windchimes, hanging happily once more in my bedroom

the sweet pink windchimes, hanging happily once more in my bedroom

hand-made valentine for my valentine. i include this because it remind me of how much i DO love my hubby

hand-made valentine for my valentine. i include this because it reminds me of how much i DO love my hubby

Thanks for stopping by! Till next time! 🙂

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