Oh the dreams have started. For the longest time I wouldn't let myself think about what I wanted to do with my house but that has now changed my friends. I have searched every blog that has the word "cottage" or "shabby chic" in its title.
Here is my current list of dreams.
I have always loved chalkboards..... But that gold frame around it! Be still my heart.
Love the gathered skirt.
There is not a place I could put this door but I still want it. And it yellow.
If anyone finds this table, can make this table, knows a friend of your aunt's cousin that can make it, let me know. I will sell my shoes for this table.
The lights over the kitchen bar...... Yes, I will take two.
This room is everything. Everything I want my house to be.
It was also a 4'' heel day. I really wanted new shoes that I would call my "New House" shoes....
Do you name your shoes after the occasions that you bought them for? I do. I thought this was normal...... its not. Its also not normal to be rambling on about shoes, when I could be rambling about buying a house. Which some feel is bigger than buying shoes. I haven't decided yet, both are pretty big occasions.
But yes I bought a house....... And the whole time I was signing the papers, I just kept thinking gosh I hate my signature. ADVICE: If you are a person who loves details, who is all about the details, who's favorite things in life are details....... Practice your signature before going to a house closing. It will just make you feel better.
Here is my house.......
Oh, wait no its not. LJP went to NYC and sent me this picture of Carrie Bradshaw's front steps.
Think of the fashion these steps have seen??
Ok here is my real house... With really ugly bushes!
This picture probably would have been better if my house was in the background.......
Doesn't having a total of 5 nieces and nephews sound perfect?
Let me tell you a story....
Today around 8:45, I logged onto facebook...... Yes, it is one of the first things I do every morning. Its right up there with checking the stock markets...... Oh wait, I don't care about the stock markets. What I meant to say was, right up there with checking Etsy.
As I log on, the first status update I see is from my sister. Now I know that when I went to bed last night she was having contractions and that she wasn't far enough along to be committed....... I mean admitted. :) I also woke up to text that said they were moving her to a private room. I thought ok, some time today I will have my #5. So you can imagine how very very shocked I was when my sister's status read
"We added sweet Leyton Thomas to our family this morning"
What???? And yes, I did find out through facebook that my nephew had been born. I was the 14th person to comment and I was about 4 hours past his delivery time.
Now this is 100% nobody's fault! My sister did text but for some reason it didn't go through. My mom and other sister thought I knew, so they didn't call. Now was I upset.... Yes! Did I think they purposefully left me out...... for a few seconds, till I realized they would never do that.
Then I started feeling guilty for being mad, for not knowing my nephew existed for 4 hours, and for my sister thinking I didn't care about her having a baby (which you know she thought because I didn't text her back).
But all was forgotten when I saw this...
When I saw this, I just felt blessed.
Leyton Thomas, I may not have known about you for your first 4 hours in this world but I promise, you will be on my heart for as long as the good Lord gives me life.
Every Saturday morning my mother would make pancakes for the family. If we got up late, which we usually did, she would just leave the batter out, waiting for us. She knew there was something special about warm butter and sugary syrup.
I have taken my mother's lead, added a few chocolate chips, and found that her little recipe has been the foundation for some life long friendships.
Like with these ladies....
(Sorry your eyes look like satan and sorry that there is a handful of girls missing)
Over pancakes we have discussed/debated
peanut butter on pancakes,
single ladies & cats,
and much more.
The topics are endless and laughter contagious.
I have watched these girls grow as they drink orange juice and pour syrup on their chocolate chip pancakes, around my cramped little kitchen island, listening to each others hilarious stories. The group has changed, some girls have moved back home, some have gotten married, and I am blessed to have some still here. I have one more year till this group graduates. I am already dreading it.
I raise my orange juice glass and give a toast to one more year of calorie intake while discussing all that is important in our little world.
1. It helped me rediscover my dislike of Barbara Walters. She says some of the most ridiculous things.... I finally couldn't handle Barabara talking about suicide repeated times during the wedding. I went to Katie on CBS, which wasn't much better considering what her hair looked like.
2. I set up straighter all day. Royals have the best posture
3. I stopped eating for 5 minutes to be as skinny as Kate.... Then I remembered I wont be in the tabloids any time soon, so I have time before I need to become the size of my thigh.
4. I am looking for reasons to wear a hat. A big hat.... with feathers.
Here is a picture of me in front of Westminster, well the side of Wesminster.
I know its amazing the resemblance between Kate and I.... It could of been me getting married there.... hahhahahhahahhahahahhahahah.