Guess who hates having her picture taken?
She cracks me up…
No Photos Please
Blackout
I’m on a social media blackout for Lent, so here is Mike’s little car, taken with my phone, through the front window.
It’s our dry season, so I’ve been working in the yard. Just cleaned this mess up:
Needed a palate cleanser. Anything would do, really.
I KNOW!
I should be at Home Depot buying caulk and paint, but couldn’t pass this up…
Must.stop.taking.pictures.
Wow
No bokeh, but check the growth speed! Hard to believe I just got this booger a few days ago.
In other news, have you ever seen a bulb glass like this? I think when the hyacinth dies (let’s just go ahead and face the inevitability of it now, k?) I’ll put a lily bulb in it and see what happens.
I Can’t Help Myself
I can’t help myself; everything must have bokeh. I’m taking pictures of any and everything, like this little votive holder.
And this super cute hyacinth bud. If I bought more of them, when they flowered I’d have a Hyacinth Bouquet! Ha!
Poppet
I can’t really talk about this with anyone IRL because everyone knows everyone else… but this rage has to be quenched or it will spill over…
This is our granddaughter Amber. Picture was taken 3 years ago, but she basically still looks the same.
Now a happy, lively 11 year old. Creative, empathetic, intelligent and I think, pretty. Cute as a bunny’s nose.
Always sewing or wanting to cook, she did make a dish for her family night before last. The bitter, twisted crone that is her live-in grandmother pronounced it “the worst thing I’ve ever tasted” and then proceeded to tell Amber that she is UGLY.
Amber cried for an hour.
God forgive me for what I’ve been thinking… all the ways to cause that woman pain… She needs to suffer. She’s never been what you might call ‘nice’, but that was horrible. And I can do nothing except love on that beautiful little soul when I see her this weekend.
What is wrong with people??
Playing
Playing with lights, that is. I have a weakness for fairy lights and even though the holidays are behind us, have them everywhere.
My Lampe Berger. Much too fancy for me, but wot the hell.
AND my sugar bowl, a gift from Oldest Daughter.
Joanie! Don’t you love the bokeh on the counter?! It just kills me. 🙂
Joyeux Noël
Arthur brought home flowers for Christmas. We didn’t have anything to unwrap because his gift was a new video card and it was installed immediately… and mine from him was a down vest (and I snuck in another little jacket).
You may wonder why I would want outerwear. After all, this week’s temps have been in the 80’s. But… we won’t always live here… fingers crossed til they bleed, baby.
pamibe 