My best friend from high school celebrated her 40th birthday this weekend. Shawna (shown middle) also happens to be my sister’s (shown on your left) sister in law. I know, I know. But it’s the south, remember? And how did she celebrate this milestone, you ask? With a real life ho-down square dance —–in a barn. Now you’re starting to be jealous that you don’t live below the Mason-Dixon! It was unbelievably fun. We laughed at old pictures of big hair and blue eye shadow. We learned how to ‘alabama{allemande}-left’ and ‘rip-and-snort’—-that’s square dance lingo for all you northerners reading. And I think the best part was that the teenagers and small children had just as much fun as the adults. Though they probably won’t be as sore tomorrow.
I spent the night with my sister, who lives at the Foothills of the Smoky Mountains and we enjoyed some good food and good fellowship before the party. That’s my brother–in all his Volunteer glory—who, as you may or may not remember, won $25,000 in the Poker World Series this summer.
Sis made these little pumpkin yummies and I took about 53 pictures of them.
The kids had a blast at the square dance. It reminded me of days gone by when this is how ‘we’ entertained ourselves and our youth. Nobody said ‘bored’ —-not even once!
Shawna, Gina, and I and all our girls (minus my little Caiti—who would’ve had a ball). It was so nice to be together again. Happy Birthday Shawna!!
Uncle Mark, who said before we left for the party, “I don’t why this family has to square dance everytime we get together,” seemed to be having more fun than anyone.
My wheels are turning now ’cause Steve and I are renewing our vows this summer and plan to celebrate a little. I may just have to ‘grab my partner and do-si-do’! You gotta love the south!
The Morning After
If we’re friends on Facebook or you follow me on Twitter, then you may know that we just purchased a crack pot espresso machine. I’m on a 36 hour bender. And when I crash, it’s not gonna be pretty.
If I hit rock bottom and come begging you for more coffee beans, don’t enable me. As it is, I’m typing 600 words a minute. And Stevie must like me jittery ’cause he just made me another
latte.
coffee, espresso, milk, half and half, cream, chocolate syrup, and various liquors. I stayed up until 2:30a and was back making espresso at 6:30.
It’s a Jura Capresso machine (fully automatic) and uses whole beans. It makes perfect crema and is a refurbished model—which makes it half the price that it would normally be. It may not seem so inexpensive when I’m in the ER for an arrhythmia!
How to Enjoy Carving Pumpkins with Small Children
In my naivete’ as a young mother (many years ago), I would often save the pumpkin carving for Halloween night.
12 Days of Handmade Christmas {Sweater Stockings} Preview
Welcome to the preview of the 12 Days of Handmade Christmas Tutorials! Join me next Sunday November 1 and meet one of my favorite {new to me} bloggers. It’s a secret until then but you’re gonna love her. To give you a taste of what’s in store, I thought I’d do a tutorial on how to make sweater stockings from old sweaters.
This particular sweater was one of my favorites {from Gap} for several years and then I accidentally dried it. Its’ colorful stripes are perfect for a stocking.
Any contributors to the ’12 Days’ who haven’t emailed me lately with a post update, please do so. I’m trying to stay kind of organized but it’s not my strong suit.
Sewing machines, fake greens and fried dough
The sale was supposed to start at 8am. By 7:45, 1/3 of my stuff was gone. Just like that. No time to mourn. No time to reminisce. Just gone. And by 11:30, we were packing up a small load for Goodwill and headed to the local fall festival. It was nearly the perfect yard sale. Caiti might dispute that there is such a thing.
In short, I drank too much coffee, ate too much sugar and sold more fake greenery than any person should ever have in their possession. The fake greens ruled the day. Or was it the donuts?
I finally coerced my neighbor Renee to buy my ever-so-eclectic planter. She’s a hard sell. She came back for a second look with her measuring tape and her beautiful daughter Natalie. Natalie must have made her buy it.
And then we were off the fall festival where we saw some talented dancers….
and continued the dietary disaster with chili cheese fries and a funnel cake.
I’m collapsed on the sofa and can’t decide if my headache is from the caffeine, sugar or possibly from the various makes and models of embroidery/sewing machines that are swimming through my head. Should I buy a slightly used Bernina Artista 180 or a brand new lesser model? If you have any advice on which machine I need or would like to comment on the outrageousness of todays’ eats or would like to contemplate buying the last few fake greens,
It’s my Yard Sale and I’ll cry if I want to……..
I found this {and many other wonderful pictures} the other day when I was preparing for the yard sale. And I feel a little like this today. Now I remember why I don’t like having yard sales—-it’s a lot of work and I really like my stuff. Even the stuff I don’t use anymore. And inevitably when I swipe the dust off and take a 2nd look, I wanna keep it.