Every parent's prayer.

Dear Lord,

Please don't let me screw up my kid too much.

Thanks and Amen.


Do you think this very often because I've been finding myself thinking it about forty-seven times a day?

Commemorate

Forty years ago families across America gathered around the only television in the house to watch as the US took it's first steps on the moon. They may have gathered on a sofa much like this one...


Weird, that it should stumble my way today and find itself sitting in my living room awaiting its transport into my craft room. I can now be counted with the handful of people who run across a vintage piece of furniture for a dime. Or 200 dimes. This bad boy cost me twenty bucks. For (waaaay) less than a pair of shoes, I may get to try my hand at re-upholstering.

To infinity and beyond!

Post Edit for Holly. DOES MY NEW RETRO COUCH NOT KICK TOTAL ASS?!?!?!?!?!?

Helpful Hint

Three trips to Home Depot and two to Lowe's in one weekend is too many.

Labor Day Deadline

Grami and Gramps we need your help. We have resorted to public blog begging. I have no shame. I do believe there is an antique toddler bed waiting to be painted blue and a quilt to be pieced.

In your spare time of course!

Head injury?

I must have bumped my head. And hard.

I woke up thinking I was June Cleaver and decided to can Mixed Berry Preserves. And I liked it! I also put on a London broil for dinner. My house was vacuumed, and plants watered too.

I'm half debating whether or not I should refer myself for a CT scan to make sure there isn't any real permanent damage. I do, however, know that it can't be too bad because I did not do it in a dress and pearls. Try jeans and flip flops. But the jeans were white and flip flops leopard print. Yes, I canned berries in white jeans. Afterall, I'm a progressive woman of today. I've even got one up on good old Mrs. Cleaver. I've got Oxyclean. Now that's progress!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Whose the stubbornest of them all?

Ahem.

Stubborn?

Moi?

Bite me.

But I will not be beat. Even if it takes me until Scrunch graduates with her doctorate, I will finish this damned lace if it kills me. And if it kills me Jess, you can have it. I would have loved to take pictures of it, but I've frogged it three times. For you non-knitters, frog it means to rip-it, rip-it, RIP-IT OUT! Just about the most frustrating thing on the planet. I am now resorting to writing out each and every line of the chart on a 3x5 card so I can flip through them. I'm also using markers between every repeat.

This lace is hard for me, but I can do hard things. 'I think I can'. 'I think I can'. 'I think I can.' I think I want 'I think I can' tattooed somewhere.

Aeolian Shawl from KnittySpin.

Mine is a seafoam green with greenish turquoise beads. Well, someday it will be.

Paying it foward.

Maybe this sticky, sweet, syrup of Pleasantville niceness Kool-Aid is seeping into my brain. Or maybe I'm just in a good mood because our neighbor just mowed our lawn, for no reason. I'm feeling like I should pay it forward. Since I'm already planning a special treat to pay them back, I'll just share a helpful hint with you. I'm gonna help you de-clutter, thus reducing stress. To achieve the desired result it is imperative that you follow all the directions closely.

• Gather up anything you know you don't want to keep, but is too nice to give away. Say like, ugly wedding gifts, a mis-matched set of glassware you just had to have- stuff like that.
• Put it in a box.
• Drive ten miles over the speed limit along the windy road to my house.

And walah! You will have no choice but to throw the whole thing away. Now, don't we all feel better? Not that I have a box like that in the back of my car right now or anything.

Oooh, and another thing. Mr. Clean Magic Erasers really are magic.