Monday, March 30, 2015


What an interesting week!

Our gym added a new Pilates class.  As Pilates is basically my new favorite thing*, I happily attended the class because of my previous positive experiences.  In all Pilates classes I had been a part of up until that point, I felt great afterwards - relaxed and generally uplifted.  Unfortunately, the teacher of the new class didn't get the memo and she worked us hard.  Hard enough to the point my arms were noodle-y and my legs felt as if they could give way at any moment.  Worse than that, I ended up being that gal.  You know the one.  The one audibly grunting as she struggles to keep up and breathing like it's the last bit of air on the planet.  Ugh...  It wasn't pretty y'all.

As we headed out to visit Engineer's Grandma in the rehab center, we were in a bit of a fender bender.  Four cars behind us, someone ran into the car in front of them which hit the truck behind us which then tapped our bumper.  No one was hurt, thank goodness, and the damage could have have been much much worse.  Thankfully, everyone involved was very amicable and patient.

A couple of my girlfriends from Marshall came over for dinner and a movie.  It's always nice to spend time with sweet friends.  I miss them dearly.

Diva's book club came over Friday after school to discuss The Fellowship of the Ring and watch the movie.  We stopped mid-movie for dinner and after the movie was over, they all went to the new trampoline park.  Her book club is such a great group of kiddos and I am pleased that she has found a group of like-minded readers with which to discuss books.

A new pair of shoes warrants a happy dance
Saturday Engineer, Diva, and I went to some estate sales.  Sometimes estate sales are a bust and other times we really rack up the goods.  I felt like we did well this week with an oddly shaped Wagner cast iron skillet to add to my collection, 7 vintage hats in absolutely pristine condition, and a pair of shoes.
A new pair of Dior shoes warrants a happy dance par-tay!
Now these shoes are not just any shoes, they are a pair of never-been-worn-with-the-price-tag-still-on-them Christian Dior red/orange flats.  SCORE!

Diva isn't home much of this week so I will be cooking for 2.

Our menu:

Sunday - Leftovers
Monday - Glazed Grilled Cumberland Sausage, Cabbage, and Steamed Carrots
Tuesday - Lamb Chops, Creamed Spinach, and Salad
Wednesday - BBQ and all the trimmings
Thursday - Salmon and Broccoli Frittata, Congealed Salad, and Green Salad
Friday - Date Night
Saturday - Leftovers

This is part of MPM.

*I feel much happier about having a cookie if I go to Pilates, ergo, it's my new favorite thing.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Winter Hats 2014 - 2015

Yes, I know, we've been going on about this hat wearing silliness for years now.

I mean, really, how many hats can one person have?
Where does one store all of said hats?

Ah hem...
I plead the fifth...on with the show...

All of these were estate sale finds.

This vintage black turban was in a bundled lot I bought at an estate sale of a dear lady in our church.

With such a vibrant color, this one caught my eye just a couple of weeks ago.

I like its unusual shape and protruding feathers.  Woe to the person who tries to whisper in my ear though.

This fur-trimmed beauty is a cross between "Agent Carter" and "I'm Gonna Get You Sucka."

Another little black velvet and netting pillbox

A sweet little navy asymmetrical number

Everyone needs a dark purple velvet beenie don't you think?

A veil, feathers, and bows...what else could I ask for in a hat?

Sweet little cap that has a matching pear shaped purse which I wore to a millinery trunk show by Jane Ryder.

Here's what Diva has been wearing:

Easter bonnets we come!

This is part of WIWW.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Madly in Love

Roses from The Little Pink House's garden

Sit back and let me tell you a tale.  It's the tale of why I don't get roses for Valentine's Day.

I'm sure every woman has experienced receiving roses from their beloved at least once on Valentine's Day.  And for this woman, I mean literally once.

It was Valentine's 1998, we had been dating for a while and I had received roses by the dozens for various occasions up to that point.  Engineer called the florist just as he had done so many times before, knowing how much they cost.  

Well, he knew how much they cost anytime other than Valentine's Day.

When he got the total of what they were going to cost, he declared from that year on, he would no longer buy me roses for Valentine's Day.

Which was a bummer...because I love roses.

Fast forward to February 14, 2015.

Engineer, true to form, did not buy me a dozen roses.  

Instead, he bought me fourteen roses - that is to say, rose bushes.  
He then spent weeks clearing out the flower beds, ridding them of shrubbery (often in the rain) and planting my favorite flowers.

You can see the bench Engineer made for me out of my baby bed
in the background
He threw in a few azaleas, a camellia, and a couple of gardenias for good measure.  

1-4-3 EM because you have given me an infinite supply of roses.

Monday, March 23, 2015


Our week was uneventful - partially due to more rain.  I like the rain, I do, but I'm not so fond of the muddy paw prints left all over my floors.  Tell me you can relate.

By the time the weekend rolled around:

Diva had a friend spend the night on Friday and we took the girls to get free Italian ice at a local shop called Sophie's.  In case you were wondering, yes, it was delicious!  So delicious in fact that we ate our free Italian ice and then PAID for a cup of gelato to share; their gimmick worked.  Well played Sophie's...well played.

Engineer came down with something and is still fighting it off.

My friend and I went to a Jane Ryder millinery trunk show hosted by the fabulous Knox Goodman of Knox Goodman's boutique in Shreveport.  It was in anticipation for Derby Day and I was like a kid in a candy store with all of the beautiful chapeaux.  AND...she is from Exeter, England - where Diva was born!  Small world.

Now we are just trying to putter along until next week - SPRING BREAK!!!

We will be eating:

Sunday - Leftovers
Monday - BBQ Rubbed Catfish, cilantro slaw, and warm sweet potato salad
Tuesday - Mac & Cheese w/Cabbage & Sausage
Wednesday - Pasta Fagioli & Salad
Thursday - Gumbo & Cornbread
Friday - Frito Pies with Diva's book club
Saturday - Date Night

This is part of MPM.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Perfectly Practical #218 - Dishrags in the Fridge

A quick tip on how to use those old, dingy, and possibly holey dishrags:  use them as shelf and drawer liners in the fridge.

I truly don't mind cleaning house.  I find it rather therapeutic actually.*
But of all the tidying tasks, the one I absolutely loathe doing is cleaning the fridge.  >Shudders...<

Cleaning the fridge is a necessary evil.   And like other evil things (such as envy and fat free ice cream), I try to avoid it as much as possible.

In an effort to lengthen the amount of time that lapses between cleanings, I attempt to employ as many techniques, tips, and tricks as I can.

This is where old dishrags come in and save the day.  I use them as shelf liners.

It makes my life infinite simpler to remove a dishrag that has soaked up some fridge spillage than to scrub said spillage from the shelf itself.

If nothing else, it dramatically cuts down on the amount of my time standing there cleaning with the door open.  So really, using old dishrags saves energy...which saves money...which makes your husband happy...which compels him to buy you new shoes.

There you have it.
Bottom line is using old dishrags leads to a new pair of shoes.
Hmmmm....I wonder why Engineer hasn't figured out this correlation yet?....

This is part of WFMW.

*Not in an obsessive way, in a I-sure-do-like-sleeping-on-clean-sheets way.
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