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For those of you that have not been following the continuing saga of the fireplace. Check HERE for the background on some of the drama. Or HERE I really thought that the worst of it was over. The fire would be out soon. I could clean the living room. The rest of the house. The front porch. Get a new rug. Oh, the gas bills were low. But. The rug was ruined. $$$$ Chiropractor bills from back issues that I blamed on unloading firewood. $$$$ Initial cost of woodburner. $$$$ Continual vacuuming %$&* All ok, because the gas bills were really LOW. However, lately there has been the issue of the smoke. Lots and lots and lots of smoke. Not up the chimney smoke... in your face, choking you out of your recliner at night, SMOKE! I thought that something was wrong. JWS just kept jamming more wood in there. What do I know? Finally, on Wednesday... I slide him this little post-it note with the name of a chimney sweep on it. Talking to Shelby on Wednesday night, we laugh about Dick Van Dyke/Mar...

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...

That is what arrived in my mailbox yesterday.  Cathy at Cath's Pennies  (so glad that I finally figured out how to make that a link) had these ornaments and penny rug on her blog and I just happened to drop in there.  Blog reading is not UP for me right now, it is hit or miss, but anyway there they were and they are just the cutest things I have seen EVER!  I ordered this Wednesday AM and it arrived yesterday (Thursday 2:00).  You sure can't beat that service! We are having a ladies camp weekend this weekend at a friend's camp and I am taking this (among half of everything else in my sewing room) with me to work on.  If anyone is following the progress of the Ever Evolving Fireplace.  Finally, last night everything came together and the fireplace insert is in place and when I came home from my meeting at the church, there was some nice toasty air in the room.  Whew!  Just in time for the 70 degree, sunny weekend that we are going to have! ...

The shower is over, the baby's room is done (no pics yet, I forgot my camera) And I am back to painting frantically to get ready for the Open House. And crafting.  These started out as a sewing project when I realized that they were a much easier GLUING project.  Very quick and easy and I already had the squares of fabric cut. And doesn't this just look like a scene from a sci-fi movie.  Aliens invading the fireplace. The process has begun for the fireplace insert that we bought a month ago.  It has been sitting on our porch.  Reasons why it needs in? 1.  It is getting cold and we need it. 2. It is sitting on the front porch..and 3.  It is sitting on the front porch. And off to the gym for the second morning of torture.

Or otherwise known as Why I Don't Have New Carpet. This is our fireplace. Nice rug in front of the fireplace? This is what it is covering. And this. Oh, and this.... You see, these are what happens when my husband builds his fires. Not nice little Indian Fires, but great big crackling, spitting, sparking White Man Fires.  The first Thanksgiving that we were married was the worst.  House all clean, it was to be the first blending of the families.  Just as I finished cleaning, (no small task in a house this size) I smelled smoke and ran downstairs to find at least 15 smoking places in the carpet.  Not a happy, fuzzy Thanksgiving memory, only to be topped the next year when I burnt the gravy, my mother put it down the garbage disposal and it came back up in the bathroom shower, but we'll leave that story for another time.  The only reason that I mention it is because every time I tell the fire story, dear hubby says, "Well how about the year the gravy came ...