room redone

A series of before/after pictures:

before

after

before

halfway after

after, after, after, after, etc.

 close up. Ritz crackers, PB, and pastel floral box are not permanent.

 if you know me, you know I have an odd love for 1. statues like this of people. 2. especially old people. 3. cute old people.

the pile of b&w photos are for pasting up somewhere on the wall later, if I get the chance. they look nice on a pile too though. ;)

 ahhhhh. I still love it. (I know you're supposed to decorate in odd numbers... I don't plan things out very well so I hammered up three nails, realized it looked pretty bad so off centered and added another one.)

 instead of laying them on the floor in a pile.

 books sorted roughly by color.

 okay, my room isn't all sparkly clean. but where in the world am I supposed to pile the shoes other then the floor?

 clock as a jewelry holder? kind of tacky maybe. but I like it. a few more pictures will be added here when I find the cardstock again.

 full view of that wall.

 black and white in real life, not sepia. but you get the idea.

so that's it!

p.s. how odd, 11:10 must be the time to post things... seeing the last two posts.

cynical

I like to think I'm gracious; prone to forgive readily. Slow to judge because I've been found wanting and I'm pardoned.

But looking at others I think, "I can see the pride behind their actions" when the one with pride is behind my condemning eyes.

Unless your morals are identical to mine, or unless I really like you right away, I'll find a fault or two with you and think, "I'm better," when NO. No, no. I'm not.

Maybe because they look more in-control. Or maybe they seem more sanctified. Or maybe they just seem popular. So I try to make excuses;
They must be putting on a front. Their motives must be wrong. They're always looking for attention. Because they couldn't actually be nicer and better then me! NO. No, no. They probably are.

Pride is what is making me cynical of Children of God.

pointless

This is a pointless post
to say;
Pistachios and
Smoked cheese
and
Fresh, moist,
frosted cake
made of
poppy seeds.

I could eat like that all the time.

lazy-amazing

fog thick as
whipped cream
we’re sailing off the edge of the world
cold tea in
sloppy mugs
soggy tea bag swirled

waterfall mist
without the roar
skyscrapers rise where none were before
thoughts clearer than
the damp gray day
and smashed grass wet to the core

poultry smell of
winter soup
bare sunlight did not overstay
is that you in
my mind
or just the dim wind
inspiring, lazy-amazing day

fog, books, tea

This is my kind of day.

It could be better, of course, if my tea was hot all the way down the rounded edges of my mug. Or if the chocolate bucket was beside me along with a good sized spoon. Or if my book wasn't so daunting.

But you can hardly go wrong with fog, tea, chocolate, books, hair up, plaid, boots, mist, and researching to keep you busy.

snow globes and cell phones

You know you've always wanted a pair of Martha Mahinsky glasses.

Since I am stuck with a flip phone, (and becoming more content with it with every minute I think of how much $$$$ out of my pocket it would take for an iPhone) I decided I'd try to snaz (that's not a word?) it up with some nail polish.

The nice thing? I can get out the polish remover and change the design whenever I want.

I made a snow globe with NJ from a pizza sauce jar, an old ornament, water, and glitter. I love it. :D Maybe because the glitter is sparkly. Maybe because I love Winnie the Pooh. (Probably that.)

Today was the type of day to wear floral with stripes and say it works. I walked into the laundry room where Michael was working on his car engine. I was wearing a plaid shirt over the stripes and I said, "Say hello to style!!!"

Michael looks at me with a blank face for three seconds.

"...Hi." he says.

Snow Globe in the Sunlight.

Today is an adventure because;

I had a homemade donut, yogurt, and granola for breakfast.

Stripes with floral.

The sun is shining.

I drank non-folgers out of a thick fat yellow & blue mug.

I'm going to read.

I might sew.

Garlic Basil grilled cheese with Spaghetti sauce.

the proof

The proof of the Christian worldview is that, without it, you couldn't prove anything.

 -Greg Bahnsen