Rambling 7/14/2012

First of all, a heads-up to Schnookums, who has no blog, website or email with which to communicate. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for those kind words, Sugar. And you are truly beautiful also. Truly! Thanks.
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I'm gonna just ramble this morning, just feel like it. It's my blog and I can ramble if I want. Of course, Love Bunny says I ramble most of the time anyway and I probably do, but such is life, right?

I started first grade in Philadelphia. For the life of me I can't remember why we were there except for the fact that my father was a Navy man. But we were in an apartment there when the time came for me to start school.

The only, and I mean only, thing I remember about that particular year was an incident that took place one day. (Oh, besides my first year school pix that I cannot find and lucky for you and me. I had a dutch boy haircut and absolutely hated it! Very dorky.)

Anyway, one day I was sitting at the table with one leg under me and as I stretched up to get my leg out from under me, the teacher thought I was talking to another student across the table. (We sat at long rectangular tables then and don't know why.) She told me to go stand in the hall. I tried to explain I wasn't talking and I truly wasn't. She didn't believe me and made me stand out in the hall. I was absolutely devastated. One for being made a spectacle by standing in the hall and two for not being believed. I don't think I would have even thought of lying. I was only 5 or 6 remember, a good kid and didn't lie. I remember that teacher was a first-year teacher, very young, pretty and wore saddle shoes. (If you're too young to remember them, then Google them and you'll see what I mean.) But then the principal came by and saw me and I remember telling her or him (cannot remember whether it was a man or woman even) that I didn't do what I was accused of. Didn't matter. I stood in that hall for a bit. Lying has been a sore spot with me ever since then. I hate being called a liar. It just brings back those terrible memories of being accused of something that simply was not true. I think we all have something that hits our hot spot though. Lying is my biggest hot spot.
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Oh, and there will be a giveaway soon, not yet, but soon, so stay tuned, chicks! I think you'll like it. :-)
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I found this bedroom unusual as it actually looks like she began with desert colored walls in a bronze texture and then added romantic shabby chic accessories. But it’s pretty.

This looks like the outside of a home or at least the porch area of a home. Cute idea though.

That wallpaper is absolutely gorgeous!

Sweet birdcage and roses vignette

This homeowner did a fantastic job on that wall. The blue color is vibrant and lovely.

My kind of organization. I have way more stuff in my kitchen pantry but this is really neat and pretty.

Sweet yellow canning jars spray painted to match the flowers.

This has to be Southern California! ;-) We lived in bungalows like that when we were young and first married.

I knew many of you were going to love this old farmhouse and wraparound porch, so here it is.

If this doesn’t say “girly” than what does?

A small cabin in the woods for you.

Or maybe you’d prefer this cabin instead.

Feminine pink and apple green bedroom.

Lacy and feminine bedroom.

I actually like this green patio set. Fits right in with the greenery.

But I’d prefer this little small set for me and th’ hubs. Isn’t it sweet?

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Driving Through the Redwoods

I am so sorry to have to do this but I'm initiating the captcha word verification for a while since I've been receiving a lot of spam advertising lately. They give up after a couple of weeks so it is temporary. I've opted to take an assertive stance instead of constantly deleting spam comments. I hate spam!
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In the 80s I had a Pininfarina convertible much like the one below, but a light sky blue color. The seats were Italian leather with the best lumbar support ever, as my chiropractor told me. It had real wood dashboard and was overall a fun and beautiful car to drive. I just had to have that car and since hubby had a Nissan 280Z, he could hardly say no. Of course that left us with 2 two-seater cars, but our kids were out of the home so it was fine.

Hubs was a Scout Leader then and every month
took his scouts on camping trips, whether summer or winter. He loved camping and was a great leader for boys. He taught them how to be men; after all, he was a Marine drill instructor in the 60s so he knew how to teach them survival techniques.

While he was camping with them for the weekend, I'd put the top down on the Pininfarina and drive up the Northern California coast through the Redwoods with classical music blaring. I'd stop at a B&B where the lady was preparing coq au vin for that night's dinner or go to a winery tour. I've since given up alcohol as it never was something I liked. It was such a great feeling for me to drive along California Hwy. 1 and just sing along. I loved those times of my life. The photo below is just south of Big Sur. If you're ever on that highway, stop at the Little River Inn for one of the best meals you've ever had. They grow their own vegetables right out back of the inn.

Personally, I can never get enough roses to grow or look at or to cut from my garden.

Why don't you try this in your family room to give it a more dramatic effect? I just might, but I have so many projects at the moment, I don't know when I'd get around to it.

This is actually a trampoline that someone must have gotten tired of and made into a tropical getaway.

Old wood ceiling, stone walls and ruffles galore are some of my favorite things.


Whisper to your sweetheart: Meet me at the garden gate. See how fast his eyes light up. The intention being...well, you can guess what the intention will be.

I have absolutely no clue whose home this is, but not only did she paint her walls pink, she painted the steam radiator pink also. I knew immediately she was my kind of chick! I love this room.


I absolutely do have these tiny lights strewn throughout my house on tall bookcases and on top of our grandfather clock. Ambiance, ladies, ambiance.

This is not the kitchen of the woman at the B&B in the redwoods mentioned above but her kitchen was most similar to it. She actually was preparing coq au vin for her dinner guests that night I stopped by.

While this is a gorgeous kitchen, I'd prefer more light in it and more white. I like the above one the best.

Okay, it's not pink, but it is absolutely stunning in this shade of elegant blue.

If I said 'my eye teeth' would you understand what I meant here?

If I ever find this spot, I'm hauling my hubby into the woods. I think this is a magical spot.

Now, go and dream an enchanted dream and lift someone up. You'll be so glad you did and so will they.
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