Just another WordPress site
Do you know what the number one question I get e-mailed about on my blog?
No….it’s not my recipe for hot dog pot pie (shocking, I know….as appetizing as that sounds).
Or where I got my Ripley’s Believe it Or Not flip-flop disguise.
No.
It’s how to make these book page flowers. [Read more...]
Do you ever wonder where people blog?
Do you ever wonder how they write a post?
I do.
All……the…..time.
I read your post about the easiest burlap wreath you will ever make….or the post about the nests made of chocolate and peanut butter…..or the post about what those little stickers on fruit mean….
….and it inspires me. (Seriously. And to think I have been peeling off those stickers for years and never looking at them).
And all these posts about stickers and nests and burlap make me curious.
Why? When? Where? How? Do you blog?
Just in case you were curious like me, here’s where I write most of my posts.
My kitchen.
There are days I think I am in the running for the “Mom of the Year.”
I am quite impressed with myself sometimes.
So much so that on really good days I imagine….
….as I leisurely stroll through the aisles of Wal-mart dressed to the nines,
with my obedient,
well-behaved,
neat-as-a-pin children skipping and (of course) holding hands behind me….
….I imagine that I’m going to be spotted by staffers from the Dr. Phil show.
You see, those Dr. Phil staffers are trained….trained to spot pure motherly goodness at its best.
And they will quickly and with great fanfare whisk me away to Chicago….or New York….or Las Vegas or wherever they film the Dr. Phil show.
And upon determining my general fabulous skill-set as a mother….
….immediately ask me to come up on stage to recieve my trophy.
All of the world’s eyes on me.
Mom of the Year.
And as I stand there…..hands outstretched…..ready to recieve all the praise and adulation that comes with my new title…..
…..someone will stand up in the audience waving this….
….and my dreams of glory and a starring role on the remake of “The Waltons” will come to a screeching halt.
Security team?
Walkie talkies and sunglasses and notebooks filled with top secret information?
Really?
What was it my blonde-haired, blue-eyed, smocked-dress wearing, tea-cup holding twins that brought upon this?
Too many late night episodes of Charlie’s Angels on TV Land?
Too much Sonny with a Chance?
I’m so sorry Dr. Phil and crew….
….please keep my Mom of the Year Trophy shined and ready….
….I’m sure this is only a phase.
According to a recent survey of 2000 people, the stinkiest smell in the universe was the smell of wet dog.
Hmmmm. Wet dog. Stinkiest smell ever.
Really.
Have they ever smelled the socks of a teenage boy and an almost teenage boy?
I think not.
Because if they had…..trust me….wet dog would never even have topped the list.
When we re-did the upstairs for the boys.
When I spent hours ripping out blue shag carpet….
….when I tediously stripped wallpaper with a bottle of vinegar and tiny scraper…..
…when I patched and sanded and painted until I could paint no more…..
It was all done with the understanding that stinky socks were not to grace this freshly sanded and painted grey wooden floor.
T-shirts, legos, video games, cards, ball caps, books, papers, train tracks…..
….even a stray remote or two.
All these were on the acceptable list.
But socks?
No way.
No how.
We do have standards here at thistlewood farm.
So far we are all on the same page.
So far the inhabitants of the second floor of thistlewood farm are keeping their socks out of sight and out of smell.
But if the day comes….
…..when the stinky socks of the world take over the playroom.
It’s over.
And I promise you this….
….. that blue shag carpet may rear its ugly head again.
PS Don’t forget about our impossibility challenge. We would love for you to join us. Please note that while I do paint and sand and sew…..baking overwhelms me. See my attempts at homemade bread with all the other “impossibles” at our linky party on January 31.
PSS I am linking this project here.
ATTENTION ALL BOOK CLUB MEMBERS
I apologize profusely….
…..that this greeted you when you stopped by.
I know it’s January 18.
I know December has come and gone.
I know Valentine’s Day is on the horizon.
I know the neighbors are talking.
Seriously.
I know.
I also know you were thinking…..
“What is the statute of limitations for Christmas decorations?”
I see. I really do.
I understand this shameful display of wanton disregard for the timely removal of seasonal decor is beneath a card carrying member of the Livingston Literary Society….
……but can’t we just overlook it this one time?
Let’s just concentrate on “The Help” and forget this little embarrassment ever happened.
The president of my fan club lives at my house.
Actually, I think she is the president, vice president, secretary and treasurer all rolled into one.
She is a fashionista, an artist, a cheerleader and could give advertising executive, Donny Deutsch a run for his money.
She never misses a post.
The other day she came running into the laundry room, bursting with excitement. I guess she and the other members of the fan club had been in negotiations.
“Mom….what if a celebrity looks at your blog?”
Now, before we proceed….I feel it is imperative to let you know that my current readership consists of my mom, my sister and a few people who have googled “tiny little pantry.”
But, hey, who am I to dampen the hefty expectations of my fan club?
So I replied, “Wow! What if they did?”
It didn’t stop there.
She continued, “Mom. What if more and more and more people saw your blog….and then a celebrity saw it and wanted you to go decorate their house? I mean mom, what if they saw…..and what if….
(now at this point her face is a study in concentration….furrowed brow….the works….thinking so hard about the most famous celebrity she could dream up).
“…..what if……..Christina Aguilara called you?”
Really?
REALLY?
Christina Aguilara?
Did anyone see booty shorts and red satin in that bathroom make-over?
I’m not really sure that Christina would go for vintage, chippy, shabby chalkboards made from windows, that I found in the trash.
But I can’t disappoint the fan club.
I can’t let them down.
So, Christina if you are reading this…..
I love red satin…
….call me.
PS Don’t forget about our impossibility challenge. We would love for you to join us. Please note that while I do paint and sand and sew…..baking overwhelms me. See my attempts at homemade bread with all the other “impossibles” at our linky party on January 31.
I wish I knew how to draw an arrow on a picture.
If I could draw an arrow, I would add an arrow to this picture of the kitchen to show you where the butler’s pantry is.
Can you imagine an arrow?
Look at the picture of the kitchen and then (with your mind, of course because I don’t know how to draw the aforementioned arrow) and draw a line pointing to the doorway between the hutch and the cabinet.
That’s it!
You are so brilliant.
You draw an arrow much better than I ever could anyway.
So now that we have gotten this arrow business straightened out….
I would like to introduce you to the butler’s pantry.
Let’s put it this way….
It’s come a long way.
Even without the arrow 
 |
 |
