You Go Girl!

Sick or Old Made New (whichever you prefer)...

Not a whole lot going on in the land of You Go Girl lately. I have been sick. Lay-around-and-moan-because-you-ache kind of sick. Sweat-buckets-then-shiver-like-crazy kind of sick. Spend-all-day-staring-blankly-at-the-TV kind of sick. Yes. That kind of sick for FOUR days. I'm feeling better now. The only thing that seems to be lingering is a nasty cough and a voice that sounds like I have a two-pack-a-day habit. On the bright side, I watched all five hours of Pride and Prejudice on Saturday. I've seen it a billion times, but I love it and now my girls do too. I want to be Elizabeth Bennett. She always knows just what to say. 

Before the whole sick thing, I put the finishing touches on the shabby chic dresser for Hailey's bedroom; just another step in the bedroom move that turned my world upside down. The dresser used to look as sick as I've been feeling. (Click the link if you want to see...View this photo ) Now it is a lovely shade of blue that makes me feel like I'm walking through a field of daisies on a spring day. I love me a good rockin' redo.

 

Here's a full length pose from Ms. Dresser. I had the darnedest time getting a focused photo of her in all her glory. I'm still not sure I'm satisfied, but it will have to do 'cause Mr. Handsome and I already carried her down the stairs to her home in Hailey's room. It's too dark down there for a good photo; I'm not thinkin' that anyone wants to carry her back up the stairs for a second photo op.

Next up--paint the bed in Hailey's room and perform a little reconstructive surgery on a vanity for Paige's room. But first, I'm going to get all the way well and then escape with my family on a little road trip before school starts. Oh, it's going to be good a good one...WHALES are involved. Can you hear the squeals of excitement and joy as I type?

Toodles,

Cassie

 

Unsupervised...

Not just one spotted fawn,

but FOUR! 

These four little babies were leisurely eating, completely unsupervised, in a field that I drove by on my way to the grocery store. Lucky for me, I had my camera handy and snapped a picture. I wonder where their mommies are? They're probably scouting out the best garden to raid when darkness falls. Sometimes I think the deer look at my planters and say to one another, "Oh! Look dear. (No pun intended. LOL!) A salad bar. How nice. I think I'll try one of each." Grrrrr...it's very maddening to work hard to make some thing look lovely only to have the whole thing munched down to nothing in a matter of moments. Oh, and if the deer don't like something you've planted, they pull it out by the roots and drop it beside the planter for you.  How rude! As much as I love to see the deer, they are certainly little masters of destruction.

And speaking of unsupervised masters of destruction...Have you ever wondered what eleven year old triplet girls do when left to their own devises for a few minutes.  Well wonder no more.  First they take crazy pictures of themselves.

When the fun wears out of that, they harass the cat and take more pictures. 

They think all of this is wildly funny.  I think they are wildly funny. Tink the cat? Not so amused, I'm guessing.

Rain...

Rain. Rain.

Go away.

Come again another day.

Sassy Cassie wants to take pictures play.

So rain, rain, go away.

This week I've done a little sewing, a little furniture painting, and a little gardening. But I can't take pictures of any of it because the rain has stole my thunder.  LOL! This dreary down pour refreshing little rain shower has made it too dark and wet to get my camera out and capture pictures of anything but what's going on outside.  So even though Thimbleanna says it's time to end the post when all you have to talk about is the weather, I'm writing about the weather anyway. (Are you done with those socks yet, Anna? I could use them today. It's only 54*! Temperatures in the 90's are supposed to return next week so I won't need to borrow them for long.)

My petunias are drooping from the weight of all those rain drops. They are looking forward to the return of sunny days, but at least someone is enjoying this weather. It's good to be a toad on a rainy day.

Toodles,

Cassie