I would have blogged yesterday but I was distracted by all the Christmas crafty things everyone keeps putting on their Pinterest boards.
I don’t know where you people find these cute projects. Clearly, I’m not spending enough time prowling the outer recesses of the Internet.
But I’m perfectly willing to take advantage of all y’all’s research.
And somewhere a grammar teacher is cringing at the “all y’all’s”.
Let’s see – I need to fill you in on the weekend. It involved spending hours cleaning the house so that we’d have some clear areas in which to pile all the Christmas stuff we hauled down from the attic. And then I realized the error of my ways because we pulled everything out of the bins and scattered boatloads of dust, glitter, and fake greenery all over those freshly mopped floors and vacuumed carpets.
Proving once again that housework is wasted effort.
I decorated the mantle (no pictures yet because it’s missing a critical piece or two that I’m sure I could find at Michael’s or HomeGoods) and set out some Christmas pillows in the den but haven’t touched the dining room table centerpiece or the sideboard yet. Mainly because I need to clear them of all the stuff that Craig piled on top of them when he cleaned out his office and didn’t know what to do with random and sundry items so he stacked them on the table in hopes that the Household Fairy would magically make them go away.
Little does he know that the Fairy is French and therefore on strike until after the holidays.
Speaking of the French, that reminded me of pastries which reminded me of these little gems that I have sitting in my cupboard just waiting for a steaming cup of coffee for accompaniment.
My friend Shannon went to
Texas over Thanksgiving and brought back an assortment of bread products from Mrs. Baird’s. For those of you not from the Promised Land, Mrs. Baird’s is a local bakery that supplies grocery stores in Texas, Oklahoma and Arkansas and it is the bread that was served at my grandparents’ house. I have many happy memories of going to the day-old bread store with my grandfather to buy cinnamon rolls, fruit pies and loaves of split-top honey wheat. Just a single toasted slice slathered with Welch’s Concord Grape jelly transports me to my grandmother’s kitchen where I can see her standing at the slide out electric cooktop in her house coat stirring skillets of scrambled eggs and bacon and fussin’ about something.
Which distracted her long enough so that I could grab another slice.
Also in the blissful category, I had a hair appointment yesterday. (Please do not get whiplash from the abrupt segues today. I warned you in the title that this post was going to be all over the map.) Craig’s office party is this Thursday and the roots, they were a-showin’, so I popped in to see Lacie my Goth hairdresser who changes her hair color like most people change underwear and she freshened me up with the magic touch-up brush and a few pieces of foil.
Isn’t that lovely picture of my ceiling? The other picture I took showed the disaster that most others would call a kitchen so we had to make slight adjustments to the camera angle. You’re welcome.
And with that, I’ve run out of things to say other than I’m not going to take my freshly highlighted hair to Michael’s to buy crafty stuff so I can come back to my messy dining room table and eat cinnamon rolls and think of my grandmother while I make all the things y’all put on Pinterest.
That’s a wrap.
Have a nice day.