And just like when I was in therapy, I find I only half listen to the findings provided by my hired expert. For instance, 'Bounce Rate'. Huh? I jump right over that. 'Unique Visitors'? Backyardigans say we're all unique so what good is that statistic?
I do like this one (found under 'Audience/Demographic/Location')...
Woohoo! People from every state in the Union have dropped in on Conundrums!
I know you're probably thinking it's a day early and shame on me for opening it already. But here's the thing. She handed me a Walmart bag. Without any preamble. And of course I opened the bag with a 'what's this?'
'Heart shaped marshmallows!'
'Oh. Just what I always wanted.' (Which is a lie. If there had also been some Hershey bars and graham crackers in that Walmart bag then I'd be telling an entirely different story.) I gave her a big thank you hug.
You see, my mother has a habit of buying me things she likes but doesn't want in her own home. Things like these CupidMallows or welcome mats with chickens on them or scented toothbrush holders. It's her way of showing she cares.
You know I've been cleaning out my garage. Moving treasures into storage. So I have room for more treasures.
To do this I borrowed my dad's pick-up.
This morning, when I packed my first load, I was a spatial relations rock star. My color-coordinated boxes were perfectly lined up and neatly stacked. I drove the back roads. Nice and slow. Keeping a careful eye out to make sure nothing blew out.
Third load, different story. Ran out of boxes and colored duct tape. Stacks, ha! Fortunately there were only a couple of cars that had to swerve to avoid my $^*# taking flight out of the back of the truck.
Sweet, right? She wrote the poem herself. And cut the heart out by herself. The principal at her elementary school insisted she charge at least 50 cents for the card. I agreed without hesitation. I'm all about supporting the arts. Then, before I could even find my wallet, she said, 'But there's more!'
You are not even going to believe this. The price included candy!
Now all I have to do is find someone worthy of such a darling Valentine.
I was feeling all crafty yesterday and decided to make hangers for my jewelry.
First I looked on Pinterest for DIY ideas.
Problem is, I don't know how to find such things on Pinterest. Could be you don't find things on Pinterest, things find you.
After a half-hearted cussing of Pinterest, I ventured to my junk craft closet for 20 gaugewire and round-nosed pliers to bend me some hooks. Nothing fancy. A simple S curve that wouldn't snag lumpy costume jewelry.
In digging for wire I made the most spectacular and serendipitous find!
Oodles of seaglass I had personally fished out of the Gulf of Mexico, washed and stored. In the same box as the wire and pliers. Coincidence? I think not.