Tolentreasures

  A new board for over Kamden's bed. Would not want him to have an identity crisis, because it is still Kendall's name up there on the wall. And one for an order.   In my paint room, there is so much stuff laying around.   I see something in the stash in the basement, I drag it to the paint room, on the second floor and sometimes it sits and  doesn't get painted and so... the hoard begins to move to a place we see everyday.     Trying so hard to get it cleaned up.  I am trying to finish a few things, drag a few more back down that I don't feel like painting yet, and only bringing them up one at a time.   Wouldn't it just be easier to CLEAN it?

Giveaway Ended! As promised, this is a giveaway for my 500th post. 500 posts! That is a lot of talking. So here is how it is going to work. I will give away several items. Some are shown here. So, the rules and regulations. Gotta have 'em! Because I appreciate all of you that have followed for all this time and those of you who recently became followers, first and second prize will be for "existing" followers and third prize will be for any "new" followers. Now, that is not to say that third prize will not be as good as first. I will post the prizes offered at the end of the giveaway and the first name drawn gets to pick first, and so on. Get the idea? So,  1. You must comment on this post to be entered.  2. You must be a follower of this blog.  3. If you don't have a blog, you HAVE to leave a way for me to contact you. And now for the entries. 1. Comment on this post  = 1 Entry 2. Repost this on your blog somewhere = 1 Entry 3. Add this link to your ...

Another hectic week in.  The theme for this one is Three Little Pigs or Pork Fat Rules OR How many gun raffles can you attend in one month? Two gun raffles would be enough for one lifetime for me. Let alone, two in a month. Back to last Saturday, John attends this huge, how can you get any more redneck, extravaganza gun raffle annually. He looks forward to it like Christmas. He asked me to go this year.  Reluctantly, I said yes. I mean after all, He has endured craft shows, art fairs, quilt shops, and more. It's only one day. How bad can it be? It was bad. It was sitting in a traffic jam for hours, twelve hour layover in airport without your cell phone, stuck in an elevator with smelly people kind of bad. I looked for the fun. I tried. Really, I did. It just wasn't there. And then the food. Three types of pork. Sausage Kielbasi Pulled Pork. All excellent, mind you. Two types of cabbage, Sauerkraut and Coleslaw Corn and Potatoes. Anyone want to venture what that menu does to ...

Happily sitting over a humming sewing machine, finishing up some gift bags that I found started in a stash, (thanks, Kim) I was rudely dragged away grabbing projects as I left.  You see, with the cold snap, the Heat Nazi, otherwise know as JWS, has decided that until it warms up, I am not allowed to sew.  His words, "You have enough other places to craft in this house, you are out of here until it warms up...we are not heating this room!' The nerve! I guess I will paint. No idea what to do with the white cupboard doors in the  new stash, and even more puzzling was the beadboard ones, I tried this.  And a mailbox bank for a customer.   And...I guess I can still knit until it warms up. Although, I have to fix a bowling glove thing for my son-in-law this morning, Where is my winter coat? Can I really sew with mittens on?

Otherwise known as Things I Was SO Not Ready to Talk About or All Aboard the Crazy Train...Again. See this picture? Any of you remember this post? Like this rug? Well In the continuing saga... It is no more. This would be our new decorator rug. Maybe we'll start a new trend. Dollar Store Decorating DH, which might or might not be meaning Dear Hubby right now. Burnt the rug. Oh he says a log jumped right out of that fireplace and he single-handedly saved the house and me from a fiery demise. But He has a reputation. Not a good one. I was so mad. So mad I could not talk. Could not yell. Could not stomp and snort. That is REALLY mad. I'm over it now...almost. In the remaining issues of the week. The eye doctor's office ordered the wrong contacts for me. On itchy, dry-eyed day at work and I checked the boxes. Wrong. Two more weeks while I wait for the right ones to come in. There is more to the story. I am over it also....almost. The saga of the poinsettias. The church poinsett...