I'm in love with The Knock-Down Drag-Out dining table, only it's much too big for my space. Which is a pity, because I've been searching for this table my whole life.
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Happy St. Patrick's Day! Now that I don't live there and am spared the smell of public pee the next morning, I'm a bit nostalgic for the big celebration in Savannah.
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Mom and Bert on Tishie Mae I last summer, Mom one of the five lovely towns of Cinque Terre on the Italian coast last year
It's official, late last week Mom found the bigger boat! Tishie Mae II (a Jeanneau Sun Odyssey) smaller than I would have suggested for living in tight quarters on water with your brother–only 37 feet, but she swears they'll make it work. They've survived with only one bathroom in the apartment for this long, what's the trouble with one head? And as long as Mom keeps Bert fed, I think all will be well.
It's moored in Viareggo, Italy, near Le Spezia and the Cinque Terre area we loved so much last year. The "crew" will be based there for about a month for training and shake-down cruising before they head off into the horizon… -
Ruby and I (and friends both human and canine, not pictured) take a stroll on the Eastbank Esplanade, enjoying the early spring sunshine (not enough for me!). -
I'm finally, at long last, set up online at home. wee-hee! I feel like a real person!
And, what better timing for an old friend to look me up online? Good to have you back Amy! -
the cubes in Savannah
I'll get into the details later, but I thought that I should mention that my sofa is home once again. Four states, fifteen years, two renters, three upholstery jobs (one really, really shoddy DIY version), one aunt, a flood, three boys and one very good friend (one could even say an "Angel") later, my beloved little modular cubes are safe and sound under my butt.
Feels good. -
I picked up a new desk (or should that be A desk?) this week–and it's yummy. It's by Paul McCobb for Planner Group, if that matters to anyone. It doesn't to me–I just love that it's perty, blond and petite. Hmm, that didn't come out like I meant it.
And two cute little scruffy-mods just starting their vintage furniture business adventure hand-delivered it. Bonus.
Now I just have to save my pennies for that perfect task lamp (the Tolomeo floor model) for reading at the sofa, or should I say more accurately: working at the crochet-station. How is it that I didn't come by one of those fifteen years ago when I lived with Aunt Maria, who had them stacked up and multiplying like wire hangers in the closet? -
I popped into the pharmacy the other day to have a prescription filled—there was a wait, so I left my basket of other sundries at the counter and agreed to return for the prescription after finishing my shopping at the grocers next door.
I forgot to return. Completely. Until three days later.
One of the items in my basket of pharmacy goods was a bottle of MEMORY supplements. -
I noticed something odd this morning—it seemed that a number of my undies were missing. After some sorting and searching, I was able to confirm that, yes indeed, six pairs are MIA.
My building has a common laundry area.
Some gals would freak out; me?– I prefer to take a positive-attitude approach: Maybe I have an admirer? -
I'm haunted by white VW Bugs with "for sale" signs–today makes the third, in the third city, that I've seen…AS I'M TALKING ABOUT CARS (or my lack thereoff).
