My dear friend and new neighbor H left Barefoot Contessa’s Salted Caramel brownies in my mailbox this weekend. Some of the best chocolate I’ve had in a good long while! What I wouldn’t give to be Jeffrey (Ina’s main squeeze). He has all the luck.
Our porch is literally swimming in pollen. When we covered everything with tarps for the pre-paint pressure washing I had no idea it would stay like that for weeks on end. Here’s to hoping that today’s nasty weather will bring a little relief for those of us just wanting to sit on our back porch and enjoy spring.
I adore leftover pizza. Cold. For breakfast. So imagine my disappointment when I pulled out that last leftover slice only to find this… Tell me I’m not the only one who’s husband puts the crust back in the container and the container back in the fridge after a midnight snack.
My go-to breakfast for months now has been organic fat free vanilla yogurt with fresh strawberries and honey. You know…for the days when the only thing left of the leftover pizza is the crust. It actually makes me look forward to getting out of bed. No, really!
I was knocked off my feet by how many of you took the time to respond to my Skirting the Issue question. After much thought (and the fact that I don’t have one inch of that fabric left), I’ve decided to leave the arm chairs unskirted. And I love it! Pics coming as soon as the sun comes out (but not this weekend seeing as I’ll be living at the ball field.)
I cannot get Angie Reuter’s latest painting out of my mind. It’s gigantic and completely gorg in person. I really really really want one!!
Speaking of things I want, I need to know… are Tieks really as fabulous as everyone claims? The former ballerina in me is intrigued.
I found this gem of a spider in my basement this week. I described him as a “tarantula” to Honey on the phone and the PCP latched right on to that. So much so that when I was volunteering in his science lab the next day (they were studying spiders, of all things) he raised his hand and told the whole class about the “tarantula infestation” in our house. Lovely. (But not quite as bad and the sweet little gal that then told the class about the cockroaches in her house. Her momma is as cute as they come and would die of embarrassment if she got wind of it.) If you’re wondering, this cocktail glass has been permanently relocated to Honey’s storage room.
Since the porch is dripping in pollen covered tarps, the baby and I have just enjoyed our lunches this week on the driveway. Can I just tell you how much I adore a child that is happy as a lark to dine on a plate of hummus, pimento cheese, pickled okra and fresh strawberries for lunch? It makes me so happy that I obliged when he requested sweet tea with mint to drink.
Happy Friday, y’all!
xoxo
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