a cunning plan...

this weekend

i was a little dazed,

perhaps even disoriented.

for i had a cunning plan all worked out

but it would appear,

i misjudged my clan

and therefore

i am most delighted to report,

i did not require a cunning plan...

my disorientated day began with a cup of tea in bed,

something i have not enjoyed since my birthday.

i was told not to set the alarm by our #3

he would get up and sort little olive.

i pottered downstairs way after 9am

to a little pile of goodies

all wrapped in homemade paper...

i was not required in the kitchen,

i was asked on numerous occasions

if they could fetch me anything,

or

did i want a cup of tea.

i was given plenty of crafting time,

giving me a chance to

'dottie angel'

a forsaken little cuckoo clock

who came my way.

in the afternoon

we took a trip across the bridge

into the big city,

the sun beaming down on us.

we sat in pioneer square

with our drinks 'al fresco'

me, my man and my four children,

a rare sight indeed.

i looked at each of them in turn,

wondering what paths they will take in life

hoping they will be okay

at the end of my mother's day

i sat quietly reading what our #1 had placed on my facebook wall.

i'm 'crappity crap' at facebook.

but she doesn't let that bother her...

she wrote

"this will be our last mothers day together for at least a few years, so i would like you to know i love you a lot.

you're so charming and odd, but completely influential on me in the best way mothers can be.

eighteen years of mother days. can you believe it?"

and the thing is i can't,

i can't believe yesterday was the last mothers day i will have with all of my children living under the same roof.

so here i go again dearest readers...

feeling melancholy,

counting the days

and

as i watch my children,

messing around,

winding each other up,

being their silly selves,

and driving me up the wall at times,

there is one thing i know to be true

without a doubt,

i have truly been blessed in my life

she is beavering with Miss Ethel, for a shop update is in the makings ~ Tif

the little voice of insanity...

i have come to the conclusion that the little voice that spoke to me earlier in the week,

was indeed the 'little voice of insanity' that lives within me...

upon finishing up the four coats it took to cover up the mocking green,

i held off adding color or paper to the drawer fronts

as was my first thoughts.

for now it stays just as it is...

here's a nice big picture so you can see the whole wall,

you may also care to note little olive's suitcase just to one side

under the kitchen island.

the bowl you see sitting randomly upon the floor,

well that is little olive's and used dog's water bowl.

i thought i would mention that in case dearest readers

you think i keep my kitchen wares on the floor...

it is quite possible, but i don't.

as we are on the topic of my little voice of insanity

i thought i would also mention

i like to keep my printer cozy,

just so she knows i love her.

i have changed out her winter jacket

for something a little more springy.

i have also finished a sewing chair for Miss Ethel,

so i am no longer shuffling my desk chair too and fro

she came with a peachy label,

i'm thinking any label that starts with the word 'utmost'

truly is a label above the rest

for one so old,

i was a little wary

but she's sturdy

she's willing

and

she's looking spiffy

in her new attire

i'm not listening to my little voice of insanity for a while...

despite it's wisdom

it has worn me to an unravelling.

on another note,

one of utmost importance.

it is U.S. Mothers Day this sunday.

this year i'm not taking any chances,

no sirree...

i've devised a cunning plan

she is wishing you a peachy weekend and will be back on monday ~ Tif

thrifty thursdays...

oh yes indeedy!

it has been a while has it not, since i did a 'thrifty thursdays' ramble.

indeed it would be quite true to say

it has been a while since i went to the thrift store,

a whole six days...

i think that shows great willpower on my behalf.

of course now the 'great show of willpower' thought has popped into my head this morning,

i can think of nothing else than leaving the shed

and heading to the thrift store.

i've actually started

twitching,

rubbing my hands

and

pulling my hair.

i am now relying upon every ounce left of my 'willpower' reserves

to stay rooted in the shed.

so let us not dwell on the thought of what lovely finds could be waiting for me

but instead focus on my last adventure to the thrift store.

it was a perfectly perfect thrifty adventure

full of fabby forsaken finds...

if you asked my man he would tell you otherwise,

but we are not going to ask him

for we do not want to spoil our 'thrifty thursdays' post

with 'bah humbuggers' of the thrifty kind.

as i entered the thriftstore

with $15 in my hand

i found many a forsaken little soul looking for a happy home

a nest of russian dolls

who obviously have something bothering them

but they haven't told me what

a few napkins and one pillowcase

always a favorite find for me

a pair of sprightly salt and pepper pots

who have seen many sights in their lifetime

a little wooden monkey looking for a new nose

(and of course we know had a very long journey to find it)

a red tin bowl, just like one i already own

but it would have been insanity to leave it behind

a pretty summer straw basket,

rather battered in a perfect vintagey way

as soon as i saw it, i went off into my imagination,

thinking of the lovely summery thoughts that come from owning such a straw bag.

upon leaving the thrift store that evening,

i pondered a thought...

indeed it was quite true to say

i was now $15 poorer than an hour before

and yet

without a doubt

i now felt so much richer than an hour ago.

i'm thinking i am probably not alone with that thought...

she has been fiddling with things again, she is wondering if others have noticed her fiddling ways ~ Tif