My two first-born grands, just a month apart, are heading off to kindergarten. Their respective younger brothers are heading off to pre-school.
Oh, I am so excited for them all! I have some special little somethings for them to make the big day even more special.
(Okay, I got them all underwear.) My grand daughter will be wearing a uniform at her school, and I was stumped on what could work universally for all four of them...underwear seemed like a logical choice at the time.
Don't judge me.
They're Super-heros underwear....for the boys anyway. Ms. Cutie-Patootie got fun prints in various shades of pinks and her favorite color...purple! That should garner a small amount of hoopla I am thinking.
(I am hoping it does, at any rate.)
I thought it might turn out to be another new family tradition.
(Although, I am not sure how this will be going over when I am buying boxers for 15 year old grands.)
A Gramma can hope, you know?
For now, I am looking forward with eager anticipation to hear how those first big days go! (and having really cool underwear from your Gramma Cupcake just might be the icing on the cake.)
Okay, probably not, but I want them to all know I am thinking of them on their big day.
Oh, how I enjoy sitting out on the deck on these beyond warm (it hit 100 here today, which is extreme for the Pacific Northwest!) August evenings.
I convinced my Rock n' Roll Buddy that we needed a shed last fall, and we placed it strategically in the yard to become a focal point as our backyard landscape is evolving. We painted it to match the house (I love the rich gray and white. So New England looking to me!) Now, I am having fun searching our treasures to foofify up the exterior.
I am still debating on whether I should make a planter bed along the side there, but for this summer, I am happy with my old vintage French table full of pots and such.(What do you think?)
I wish I were a better gardener, but my squeamish nature at the sight of any kind of worm, slug, or snail makes it a little more challenging for me. I go along fine until the sight of one of those little creatures, and I am done for the day.
I am still perfectly content with the neutral color palette as a backdrop for my potted flowers and tablescapes. This works great for adding whatever punch of color I might want to use when entertaining.
I tossed my much loved old crocheted blanket throw on the loveseat for texture and a vintage touch. I got my cutie patootie pillow at Camas Antiques (of course) and the striped gray toss pillow covers are from Ikea. Oodles and toodles of mason jars filled with tea lights add ambiance after dusk.(I like to fill the bottoms of the jars with birdseed, but I am currently out of it!) Pretty welcoming, no?
What are your favorite tips and tricks for cozying up your outdoor spaces at home? I would loveto read and be inspired!
We spent last weekend at Hot August Nights in the biggest little city.
Over 10,000 cars on display all over Reno and Sparks, everywhere you looked.
I have experienced Hot August Nights many, many, many times, as I lived in Reno for over two decades, but for my Rock n' Roll buddy, it was a first.
There was more to see than cool old cars. There was live music.
This guy danced like nobody was watching.
I have pretty much decided that very nearly everyone that went to high school in the 60's or 70's is now an old car enthusiast on some level.
It makes sense. We've raised our families, the economy is improving, (slowly, but steadily) we've got the time. and it takes us back to some fond memories of cars we had, or our parents or grandparents had, back in the day. In some cases, the guys that have restored these cars have had them since they were in high school.Such was the case with this guy... he originally bought the car for $20 while in high school.
He took his dad for a test drive in it before he bought it and his dad said, "Honk the horn."
He did, and it was loud.
His dad then said, "Heck, the horn is worth twenty bucks! Buy it!" and the rest was, as they say, history. (Granted, it didn't look like this back then. It was a rust bucket jalopy that needed some TLC and clearly this was just the guy to provide it.)
If I knew then what I know now.
I would have hung on to my midnight blue '71 Superbeetle that I bought on payments through my Mom's credit union for $800 after high school.
There are no shortage of chickens and roosters on the island of Kauai, and I got a little..fixated on snapping pictures of them.
Such charming little creatures.
You may know that my affection for chickens is not really new, as I shared here a few years back. I know I am not alone, as raising chickens has become pretty popular these days, even in urban settings.
If you pay attention, you'll see that they all have their own personalities. (Some share better than others, for example.)
We saw chickens and roosters everywhere...they were enjoying the beautiful lush landscape when we stopped at the lookout point...
...and we had fun watching them sunning themselves, poolside. It was even more fun to watch other people watching themcross the road.
According to some folks, the reason for the incredible number of these birds everywhere was due to hurricane Iniki, back in 1992, but other people say the Polynesians brought chickens to Hawaii in the canoe voyages, and they just kept multiplying.
However it is that these fluffy foul arrived, there's definitely no shortage of them anywhere you go on the island.
We also discovered that they develop a fondness for french fries at an early age when we stopped for lunch at Bubba's on our way to the airport.
(True confession here, there is a teeny-tiny part of me is incredibly homesick. Do you feel that way at the end of a trip? So sad for it to end, wondering where the time went, and longing for home at the very same moment?)
Okay, back to my story.
We rendezvoused at the baggage claim in Lihue last Wednesday at noon, and while we didn't have any sort of real agenda or schedule for our time on the island, my oldest-dearest-bestest gal-pal since fifth grade and I managed to make the absolute most out of every single second in the tropical paradise that is Kauai.
The sun, and the sand. The pool, and the steam room, the hot tub, the restaurants, and the quaint little towns nearby. We even experienced one real life up-close-and-nearly-personal celeb-siting.
(We saw Pierce Brosnan shopping for produce at the local Big Save grocery. We held back on taking selfies with our cell phones with him in the background, let him have his space, andhis strawberries.)
We drank our share of grown up drinks with pineapple wedges adorning the rims, and scarfed down pulled pork sliders, and a gazillion several orders of chili pepper chicken wings (So yummy!) while discussing everything from grand babes to boyfriends, to career choices and challenges.
We laughed. A lot.
Not wanting to waste one precious minute, we woke up early and stayed up late, and spent all most of our time eating and drinking, or talking about when and what we would nextbe eating and drinking. (Melissa, our favorite poolside Nashville-born-and-raised-waitress, was never more than a nano-second away from filling our food and beverage needs with a smile and an adorable Tennessee drawl.)
We reclined on side by side chaise lounges close enough to the water to jump in and cool off when the sun hot. We debated the pros and cons of mix and match two piece swimsuits,(that seem to neither mix nor match) discussed and debated our assorted weight and exercise challenges,including, but not limited to, what to wear to Zumba.
We talked about our bucket lists, future vacation ideas, recipes, coffee makers, and quite literally, everything in between.
Today we will leave the island, and fly home. Back to daily life, and reality, with our phones full of photos to take us back to this magical escape at a moment's notice.