You know I have a mad crush on the dollar store as one of my first go-to places for entertaining items, as well as little prezzies. I found these cutie-patootie duck cups for the little grands to use (and take home) from Easter brunch this year.
They were actually cute enough in their original state, but I always like to take the extra step to make things just a little more special. Adding little name flags was a quick and easy edition that took them over the top.
(and it didn't cost me a dime.)
Pretty adorable, am I right?
I don't think I have ever shared this with you, but The Other Tracey has a special gift, of knowing exactly what kinds of little treasures a friend likes, and, when she visits, or it's a special day, or maybe even sometimes for no particular reason at all, other than that she is thinking of you, she will begin pulling these special treats out of her bag, or suitcase, or whatever.
Anyway, this trip, she surprised me with lots of little treasures, and one of them was a collection of out-of-this-world-adorable vintage wooden birthday candle holders, presumably to go on a birthday cake. (Be still my heart! How cute are they?!) I can see them on a cupcake, or even just sitting next to a sweet photo of the birthday child.
I can hardly wait to put these to use. In the meantime, I just might have to find a perfect little spot to display them in my kitchen. (Thank you, Tracey. I adore them!)
Last weekend marked the inaugural expedition in the motor home. We were joined by Ralph's sisters, and one brother in-law (Who had coincidentally gotten an RV the same time Ralph did; how fun is that?!) and it happened to be his sister's birthday last week.
Well, we couldn't let that go by unnoticed. While we were en route to the beachfront campgrounds in Tillamook, I was busy with the helium tank, inflating clear balloons in a rather unsuccessful attempt at mimicking champagne bubbles. (I saw it done on Pinterest, and it didn't quite duplicate as planned, but it was festive anyway.)
Once we reached our destination, and were parked in our side-by-side camp spots, we spilled out and checked out the camp ground area.
It was fabulous.
(You will have to take my word for it, because at this point I forgot all about taking any photos for the entire rest of the trip.)
We then invited everyone in to our motor home and there we had our surprise birthday celebration. It was a hit, with balloons, a banner, and even a party hat for the special birthday girl.
We toasted her with champagne in the most fantastic plastic champagne glasses I have ever laid my eyes on. (Gotta love the Dollar Tree Store.)
We all had a grand time, and agreed it was far too short of a trip. (We planned just one night's get-a-way as we wanted to work out any and all glitches we might experience with motor home camping...) We're already planning to hit the open road again soon for our next big trip.
I can't wait!
The last five or six days have been a blur of happy chaos. I was getting ready to build out and fully stock my booth by Friday morning, and then be ready for our inaugural motor home get away on Saturday, as well as one of the grands birthday celebrations.
Let's start with the build out of my booth space for Camas Antiques, shall we?
Wednesday is dealer's night which meant the store closed at 6:00, but all the dealers are able to fluff and fill their booths until 11:00 at night or so. I got my Rock n' Roll Buddy to help me schlep down a ginormous weathered eight foot long white weathered picnic table and benches down to the store, and then down to the basement. It was at this point we realized the picnic set was far to big for my booth.
We decided to leave it in place, and headed back home, while I would try to decide what to do.
We then hopped back in the car and drove over the bridge to the airport, because The Other Tracey was flying in to lend her creative expertise. (Exciting, I know! It was so much fun, and I am still pinching myself that we coordinated her short, fabulous trip with only six days planning.)
Once The Other Tracey arrived, we ran back down to Camas Antiques to assess the giant table and bench situation, and tackle my ceiling idea for my booth. Agreeing that the table would indeed need to come back home, (After we would use it as a scaffolding for doing the ceiling work) we started with my newsprint with scalloped edges idea, up there by the black painted basement ceiling.
Sadly, what I envisioned in my head did not translate onto the joists of the low ceiling. The paper crumpled, and creased, and refused to cooperate. I tried the rag-tagged shabby twinkly lights with the bad paper and with out, and for some reason, it now more resembled more of a weird Hawaiian lei, or possibly a very long feather boa, but nothing even remotely close to what I was after.
Mildly frustrated and tired, (but having the times of our lives, if that makes any sense at all) we left the shop at 11:00 and headed to my home for the night, brainstorming about the challenges the ceiling presented. The Other Tracey had an idea. (She is a masterful visionary!) What if we replaced the newsprint with a ruffled bed skirt?
Now you're talkin'.
(She's brilliant like that.)
I squealed as I envisioned it, and, thankyouJesus, I had a spare white ruffled bed skirt in the closet. We left my cottage at 8:00 or so the next morning, and whipped into Home Depot for a staple gun to attach the bed skirt to the ceiling.
Another fiasco, as we managed to have not one, but two staple guns (one electric, one manual) that malfunctioned.
Long story, getting longer here, we finally got one of the staple guns to cooperate and ...voila! The bed skirt idea was a success.
The rag twinkle lights were swagged across the beams as well. They looked even better than I had envisioned it to look originally! We both stood back admiring our work far longer than we probably should have, but we were so excited to see it beginning to come together that we couldn't help ourselves.
The Sewing Queen was on hand, (thanks Mom!) busily hand tying dictionary pages together for the side wall with small strips of embroidery thread.(I got this idea long ago from a post Debbie Dusenberry did on her Curious Sofa Blog.)
Before we hung the book pages, we first assembled the left side wall out of shredded sheets, with a printed vintage photo....
and then tackled the book page wall....
(Do you love it?)
We stopped many times to admire our work.
Once the ceiling and walls were sufficiently foofified, we lugged the huge picnic table and benches upstairs and outside to sit for the day while we ran to my home to get my truck, loaded with large pieces for my booth.
A couple of trips later we were carrying in boxes and tubs of smaller items. (By this point it was well past 8:00 on Thursday night.)
Friday morning we were up and out the door at 8:00 to pick up some pillow forms at Walmart and get to Camas Antiques by 9:00 to price items and do a bit more tweaking before the anniversary sale began at 10:00.
(We did it!)
I was thrilled when on of the first shoppers in the store bought the charming sofa table across the back wall of my booth just ten minutes after the store opened. (Thankfully, she wasn't taking it until late in the day...) We left to hit a few thrift shops then and circled back to my home to pick up a sweet little wicker desk and chair to replace the table that sold.
We moved the sold table out and then loaded in the desk, and re-fluffed the booth as the store was getting ready to close Friday evening, and we felt pretty tickled with the work we had done.
I know none of this would have come together this way, were it not for my dear sweet friend, full of her over-the-top creativity and killer skills at putting things together in such a charming way.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy was having an extra stressful day, and he was set to arrive at my cottage before I arrived home from a play. Before I left, I whipped up some fun little signs to direct him in through the back door when he arrived.... (Please ignore my ghetto-style scotch tape job. It was raining cats and dogs all day, and with all the moisture I was afraid a little dab of tape on the back of the card wouldn't be strong enough to stay put.)
Then, the door from the laundry room to the kitchen gave him further direction...
...and there, complete with plate, napkin and fork, was his favorite dessert, waiting for him on a sweet little pedestal tray...
I know. Pie can't work miracles.
But it can show somebody that even on dark days, there is still be a little light, and things are gonna be alright.
(Admit it. About now you're thinking, "Oh, thank Gawd. She's going to talk about something besides that booth space at long last. We get it: you're excited, but we're over it,already.")
I'm hosting an Easter brunch, and I'm planning on having a cute little sparkling-cider-slash-mimosa bar, complete with marshmallow peeps to adorn the rims of the glasses. (How cute is that gonna be?)
I made a sign last night to add some whimsy to the beverage area.
I think all of my peeps attending brunch will like it.
Pom pom garlands!
(A crazy-good find, if you ask me.)
And, for only a buck.
I bought the black, but they had several other bright colors as well. I think I'm gonna put mine in my workroom somewhere, and I just might pick up a few more to go with my New Years decorations.
I mean, they are just a buck. (I know I already said that, but gosh, that's pretty spectacular.)
For the entire garland of little pom poms.
Oh, and they had packages of two large pom poms too. (I bought a few of those in Robins egg blue!)
Do you need some of these? If so, you'd better get down there, before they are gone!
Okay, I am the first to admit that prepping for my booth space has kind of taken over my evenings lately, as you can tell from my recent blog posts. I was out picking up a couple of key big items that will be for sale and display last weekend, and when I arrived home from work last night, a package was waiting for me on my porch.
Be still my heart.
I was thrilled to find that my roll of 36 inch wide newsprint shipped so quickly, and I could hardly wait to begin cutting scallops along the edges of it.
I'll bet you can't guess what this latest project is that I am working on for my booth space.
Let's just say that, in this case, more is more, and that's gonna be a really good thing.
Did I tell you I am going to Hawaii for holiday at the end of May? In all of my carrying on about getting a grand-babes, the holidays, and now, my booth space back at Camas Antiques, I don't think I did.
Well, I am. I'm going to Maui with my best friend since fifth grade in eighty days. (But who's counting?)
(I can barely stand the weight for this encore trip.)
We've been planning our return trip to Hawaii for some time now (early last fall) and we're both doing all the things girls do in anticipation of any vacation involving fun in the sun.
Mmm hmm. We've both been working on getting our non-swimsuit bodies ready for unveiling on the white sandy beach (And pool-side) of the fabulous Kaanapali coast. **Spoiler alert here** Losing weight is definitely torturous nearly impossible slightly more challenging as you get to be ...ehem....less young.
And while we're on the topic of girls of a certain age gearing up for vacations, when did I develop "crepe-y"arm skin? No one warned me about that. (Yikes! It's concerning...depressing even, and after researching it on google, Dr. Oz, and Wikipedia, it seems there isn't anything I can really do about it. (Thank God people will be looking past me at the sweet twenty something girl sitting on the lounge chair a row behind me by the pool, and so they won't even notice, am I right?)
Anyway, now that we're officially in the final countdown (Less than three months out now.) I've begun my packing list, and have started my shopping list for important things needed for the trip. In exactly the same way that magazines come out pushing and talking about the next season, it's equally crazy how early the stores put out swimsuits isn't it? I feel like if I don't grab a cute swimsuit cover now, they will be long gone in May when I actually need it. Come July they'll begin showcasing the 2016 winter coats and jackets. It makes me nuts. (Probably because I am for the most part, a deadline-wait-until-the-event-is-upon-me kind of girl.)
I know these next eighty days are going to fly by, (F-L-Y by, I tell you!) and I'm doing my best to be more healthy, and organized this year, so you might see me doing a few more vacation-planning-shoe-and-swimsuit-cover related posts, as those eighty days shrink down. Aloha!
First of all, I want to apologize up front to those of you who do not give a hoo-ha about renting a space in an antique mall. (And any of you who never even shop in an antique mall.) Feel free to skip reading my post today if this is you.
Second, I want to thank Barb, who wrote me and asked for my two cents on being able to make money with a booth space, at exactly the right time, as if it were a sign from God himself. It gave me the final nudge that I needed to write this particular blog post and share it today. (Thanks again, Barb. I hope you find all the info you are searching for here, in the links to articles I have provided in my post.)
I'm in total Traceyville overdrive mode here at my cottage each night after the day at my grown up girl job, working to get my fabulous little booth space props and merchandise ready for my very own personal grand re-opening day on March 18th. I'm thrifting, and craigslist shopping, and creating things at home. My emotions run from I'm-so-excited-I-can-hardly-stand-it to How-can-I-get-time-during-my-work-day-to-hit-that-estate-sale? and I am wondering how I ever lived a full life this past year without having my booth space.
That being said, last week when I was wasting far too much time on Pinterest idea gathering for my return to booth-space ownership, I came upon this article on the most informative Antique Mall Booth Space blog I have ever stumbled upon.
The blog post covered the hard truths and breakdown of cost versus profit, and the debate of time spent well or simply spent.
Truer words were never spoken.
In. My. Face.
I agree wholeheartedly with ever word in that blog post, (and her update at the end of it regarding business deductions.) and my faith remains steadfast that I am going to be successful again in my space, both by bringing in a profit, and fulfilling a spot in my soul that needs this creative outlet, and I will love every single minute of it.
Her post was a sobering reality check for us junk booth junkies, although not breaking news. (Be sure to read the linked post!) I had my 10 by 10 booth way back when, remember? Back then, I felt I was making a nice little piece of change from my booth each month, but I then became quite busy with my new job and felt I needed to give it up. The month following giving it up, I saw a huge reduction in my Visa bill, and it was then that I realized how much I was spending to have a booth space. Merchandise, sure, but so much more than that. Gas to drive around, Mickey-D's across the bridge for lunch while out thrifting, and items that I bought, thinking they would sell lickety-split, that didn't.
I wondered, was I making money? Or was I just bringing in enough cash to pay my Visa bill each month for a thrifting habit I very nearly needed a 12 step program for?
Possibly...er...probably the latter, at that particular moment, but through my past experiences, I have learned a few things. This time, I'll take knowledge from that article, and work smarter, not harder. I'll be sure to not undercut my talent, time and genuine value of my merchandise.
I can tell you this; the act (and art) of creating, and assembling, and building my booth, fills a space in my heart that nothing else comes close to. (Except maybe planning an incredible soiree for special people.) It excites me to put together old treasures and trinkets, and have it look heaven-sent. I tell you, it sends me straight over the moon.
And the comradery at an antique mall? It cannot be beat. The most wonderful, warm, friendly, kind-hearted, creative kindred spirits you could ever hope to meet.
You just can't put a price on that.
Can you make money at an antique mall? You can. Your odds are incredibly slim that you're gonna hit six figures, but it's the same odds for wild financial success that an aspiring guitar player in any garage band in America faces. You don't know unless you try. Somebody's gonna be at the top, so why not you? It's the love of the craft, am I right?
If loving thrifting is wrong, I don't wanna be right. And I can hardly wait to get get in there and get things set up.
(Oh, and Barb...My advice for you is this: Don't call it a dream. Call it a plan. GO FOR IT!)
It took a whole lot longer than I expected it to.
Four and half hours, give or take.
I am excited to see how it looks once I have it hung in my new booth space at Camas Antiques. (Two weeks from today! I can barely contain myself!)
Yep, it's March 27th this year.
That's just three and a half weeks away, my friends.
I'm not reminding you when Easter is for any other reason today than the decorating aspect here. Unlike the Christmas season, Easter's tulips and daffodils, bunnies, colored eggs, and peeps spend a relatively short time in the limelight.
Yesterday when I had to begin typing March instead of February, it hit me, and I wrangled out my small tub of Easter decor items. Truth be told, all I really do in the way of actual Easter decorating is these fabulous over-sized glitter eggs that I scored last year at WalMart.
So, what about you? Do you decorate the outside of your home? The inside? Just your Easter brunch table? Or, just the kids baskets? I'd love to hear what all you do.
I spent part of my weekend, and all evening (while flipping back and forth between the opening episode of The Voice, and The Bachelor) Punching holes, adding reinforcements to those punched holes, and printing on book pages for what is going to be a creative backdrop-slash-divider walls for my new booth.
Honestly, I get so excited working on this stuff that I can't sleep. (do you get like that with things that inspire you?) My mind starts to spin, and ideas come flooding in. It's better than Christmas.
Oh, and the poster of the gal ironing up there? Just you wait and see where she is going to land.
Can you guess what it is?
Neither could I.
That's not true.
I knew what I had ordered, with my two day free shipping order from Amazon Prime.
Yeah, I am all about getting my full value on my Amazon Prime membership, you know, with the free shipping. I mean, with shipping and mailing costs through the roof these day, is that amazing, or what? (Seriously, I mailed my grand babes two dollar store Valentine presents, and the postage was $7.75. How ridiculous is that?)
Back to my story.
What I had ordered was a ten inch thick memory foam queen size RV mattress, and, naturally, I was anticipating a very large mattress in a bag or giant mattress sized box. I worked from home in the afternoon to be there for the big delivery. There was a knock on my door, and I eagerly scampered to answer it.
An unusual shaped box was waiting for me in the driveway.
Unusual in a this-cannot-possibly-be-a-queen-sized-mattress kind of way.
It looked more like a box that a golf bag would arrive in. I hollered a rather confused thank you to my UPS guy, who then announced, "Man, that is one heavy box!"
I replied, "Um....I'm a little concerned. It is supposed to be a mattress."
"Yeah, super heavy."
"I mean a queen sized real mattress."
"Well, it was sure heavy!"
And off he went.
I walked around the box and studied it more closely. It was labeled that it was indeed a mattress. Should I open it? I was suddenly envisioning myself slicing that box open with my handy-dandy steak knife (That is my go-to tool of choice for opening anything, or for tightening screws on things.) and the pressure of a rolled up giant ten inch thick queen size mattress springing open, pinning me against my old blue truck, like something out of an episode of I Love Lucy.
If I were lucky enough to survive that, and the mattress turned out to be funky, or weird, or whatever, (How could it be anything but funky, all rolled up in that small box?) how would I ever manage to box it up to return it?
I left the box and hurried in to see if I might call the Amazon folks. First, I confirmed I had indeed ordered the mattress I wanted. Yep. I read questions and comments and not one single person mentioned their mattress arriving in an unusual cylinder shaped box.
Then, I looked for a customer service phone number. Do you know that there doesn't seem to be a phone number on the Amazon site? Nope. Just specific "Help" questions, and surprisingly, none of them are "How do you return a mattress?" or "How are your mattresses packaged?"
I decided to be brave and cut the box open. I laid out a quilt, to catch it before it touched the ground, if it did indeed explode upon opening the box. I carefully cut the tape everywhere I saw it along the side of the box. Sure enough, it popped open.
I held my breath.
There it was.
A vacuum bagged and sealed mattress, rolled up tighter than a California spring roll. I thought about it for about a nano-second, and decided to wait for help before slicing into this next bag. Shortly thereafter, my Ralph arrived, and we both studied the bag a bit more.
We decided to take it into the motor home still coiled up in it's vacuum sealed bag.
It was heavy.
We got it to the bed platform, and then carefully sliced it open. To my surprise, it didn't explode open and start puffing up like Pillsbury dough. In fact, we had to unroll it, but once we did it slowly began to relax and rise. We left it there for a couple of hours, and when we went back to check on it, sure enough, it was about ten inches tall.
(Thank you, Jesus. I wasn't going to have to figure out how to package and return this thing.)
It came with a 30 year limited warranty, (I am not sure what those limitations are just yet.) so I am feeling pretty confident that this is going to work out just fine.
I'll let you know once I have the fresh bedding on it and we see how comfortable it is.
We are having a beautiful sunny spell happening here in the Pacific Northwest, and it has brought on a severe case of spring fever in me. I was at Homegoods and I spotted all of the spring and Ester decor and linens.
Well, before I knew it, I had surprised myself with a little springtime placemat and napkins present.
And some coordinating dish towels.
In my favorite robins egg blue. (Or do you call that Aqua? Turquoise? I just know I love it madly.)
These few linens have inspired me to rush about my cottage foofifying things up for spring.
(Do you do that? Have an inspiration piece, or moment?)
I'll just say this; it's a small price to pay for getting my patootie in gear with spring cleaning.
It's kind of like one of those "If you give a moose a muffin" situations. We've been talking about places we want to see, and starting to slowly put together some ideas for a road trip to Texas. One thing lead to another, and then, rather out of the blue, my Rock n' Roll Buddy was shopping online for a used motor home.
And, it turns out that there are a lot of them out there.
This was uncharted water for us.
Some were too spendy.
Some were too big.
Some were too...carpeted. (If you can imagine that.)
And then...we found one that was not too spendy, an not too big, (but way, way, plenty big for us.) and it had just the right amount of carpet.
It's sitting along the far side of my driveway for now, (All 33 feet of it.) and we're checking things out, and getting comfortable with it. (As my contribution, I've ordered some neutral bedding that I cannot wait to share with you as soon as it arrives!)
Watch out America, we're gonna be on the open road here pretty soon.
Here is the space I will be taking over... (These girls are moving to a larger space at Camas Antiques)
Besides all of the vintage items, I found a couple of pretty awesome books that I might have to go back for....
There is always so much to see. I can't wait to get in there and start foofifying my new booth space!
Before I begin, I wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone that has shared input on my last post about Round Top and Marberger!!! I am so excited to be planning this trip, and you all have been more than helpful!!!
If you have read my blog for a long time, you might remember that even before I moved up here to the fabulous Pacific Northwest, I have loved Camas Antiques. When I made the big move, I was gobsmacked to have been given the opportunity to have a booth space there.
I had a crazy good time reinventing my space over and over, and even tackled the front window one time. I wish I could put into words the warm, fuzzy, satisfied, inspired feeling I get when I am creating and arranging vignettes of re-purposed treasures.
Fast forward, and life continued to be good and full, and I was starting to feel spread far too thin. Two months of debating and pros and cons list making, I gave up my space. Looking back, it was the right thing to do for me at that particular moment in time.
Fast forward some more, and I had settled into my new job, and after a while, there was a little more time to breathe. I started to feel that funny feeling that something was missing. It was my creative outlet that my booth space provided me. I wanted something small then, as I was starting to craft paper banners and such, and I took a case space back at Camas Antiques this time.
I enjoyed working with my little case, and had a lot of fun reinventing it on a monthly basis.
Fast forward...again. I had been promoted at my grown up girl job, and things were busier in life. The small case was a challenge for me, because...well, it was small. I decided once again, that the time had come for me to focus on other things, and I gave up my case.
That brings us to today. I've got a solid groove going at work, and yard saling season is upon us. I'm beyond excited to share with you that I'll be back in Camas Antiques as of March 17th, with a medium sized space in the basement. I'm working on tags, and banners, and oodles and toodles of treasures to nestle into nooks and crannies,a nd ...oh! I can hardly wait!
Still on the topic of road trips today....One road trip in particular has me hoping some of you can shed some much needed light on, is the Round Top Antiques Show, and or the Marburger Antique Show in Round Top Texas. (Are they one in the same, or are they two different shows?) I've always heard Round Top and Marburger are the big ones. The ones that started them all. The grand-mommy's of vintage shows. The grand Poobah's...am I right? (Again, are they two separate shows, or is Marberger at the Roundtop Antique Show?)
I need to know.
Some (but not all) of the burning questions are:
It looks like it happens twice a year- in late March and at the end of September. Is one better than the other, or are they pretty much both equally amazing? I've read that "They span over a fifteen-day period with approx. 60 shows on an eleven-mile stretch of Hwy 237 in Round Top with smaller shows in neighboring towns."
Are the other shows going on in neighboring towns at the same time a must-see as well? I saw them being listed as "Antique Weekend", or are those shows totally separate? Are those other shows a "Must See?" too?
How many actual days are needed to shop Round Top?
I'd love to hear any and all input from those of you who have attended these events!
It's no secret to anyone that knows me that I love to entertain, and I especially love entertaining with a theme. I surprised my Rock n' Roll Buddy with a road trip themed breakfast for Valentine's Day this year, and I had an absolute blast planning each and every step of it.
(I got the idea well in advance of Valentines Day, so I got a little carried away with details.)
(Thank you, Pinterest. You are both a blessing and a curse.)
My Rock n' Roll Buddy and I both have lots of places in the good ol' U.S. of A that we want to see, and we've made it to a few of them already. We've been debating the pros and cons of traveling in an RV as opposed to using a car and hotel stops, and the idea of buying a motor home instead of renting one. The biggest plus I see with a motor home instead of a car or flying, is the fact that you can buy bigger(and more) stuff on your trip to schlep home. (And I have no problem accumulating stuff on any and all trips.)
I decided this year to capitalize on all of our recent travel conversations and bucket lists of places to visit with a road trip theme for Valentine's Day. I started with a vintage colored map of the US. (Can I just pause a moment here to tell you how much I heart Amazon Prime?) I glued it to a piece of sheet insulation from Home Depot, and then put it in a simple frame.
I added manila colored paper blocks bullet pointing the trips we have taken together (these were actual vacation type trips, and not the usual trips to see family)
I placed flags on the locations, and tethered the boxes to the flags with embroidery thread.
I personalized it a bit further....
I wanted it to be a complete surprise, so I hung it in the hallway just before breakfast, and I made sure to have him sit on the side of the dining table where he would not be able to see into the hallway.
I built the entire Valentine breakfast theme around the map, however it was the last present I presented to him, so let me change gears here now.
The more I planned this theme, the more ideas I came up with and the more all-too-perfect (In my humble opinion) gifts I came across. (The internet has made the world of shopping far too easy.)
I set the table with a matching map. (Okay, truth be told, I mucked up gluing the map the first time to the insulation board. If you do this idea, us a simple glue stick, and not heavy duty spray glue. I used the spray glue the first time and it bubbled up hideously for some reason. I managed to peel it off, but it was a bit crumpled, so I quickly ordered another map, and used the first one as my table cloth....it works, am I right?)
To add to my travel theme, I used a couple of my vintage suitcases, and then made a couple small signs with road trip quotes.(You know I am a quote junkie...)
I wrapped the accompanying gifts in my signature brown kraft paper, with more quotes....
I got a copy of one of my personal all time favorite movies, The Long, Long Trailer, with Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez Jr. (Which was why that package had Lucy and Desi sitting behind the wheel on the tag for that package)...
And a couple of too-perfect books on road tripping...
...and then I added a sweet little box that gave him instructions on how to find the fabulous map...
...hanging in my hallway.
Oh! After he opened his Valentine prezzies, we had a yummy Valentine breakfast of heart shaped waffles smothered in butter and warm maple syrup....
In the end, I am 100% positive fairly certain that I had far more fun plotting and planning and prepping for all of this than my Valentine did in receiving it, as he tried to figure out where I was going with this Valentine's theme, (Oh, the vast difference between men and women.) as he was much more interested in the waffles. (I can't really blame him...they were yummy!)
(Oh well. Today is the first day of the rest of my year, so it's okay, right?)
I couldn't sleep last night,and my mind got rambling on all of the projects, and chores I want to bust out this year, so I made myself a list.
The biggies are:
landscaping the front yard, including finishing painting my picket fence (See that hole in front of my Adirondack chairs? I'm planting a Maple tree there next Saturday!)
re-doing my tub-shower
landscaping and adding a shed to the backyard area between my two patios
The smaller projects are:
finishing the laundry room, kitchen and bathroom flooring-adding thresh hold strips
finishing the trim on the doorways in and out of the laundry room
adding shelves to my hall and kitchen closets
misc. sign painting in my kitchen, workroom, garage and on my mailbox
Oh yeah, I do my best thinking and planning and plotting around 3:30 in the morning.
Just a little bit longer.
I whipped up a gift bag to hold his birthday present, and it took me no more than fifteen minutes, start to finish. A simple photo of our little Mister, and a tag proclaiming that he is celebrating his big number two birthday.
They all love looking a photos of themselves, and I know he will like it.