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Thursday
Aug222013

43 + 19 Days

Jeeeeesus. I can’t even manage a post on my damn birthday. The Candyman gave me kick-ass gifts though. I found this in the kitchen at 6am. He rocks.

 

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I have this great post I want to write about my couch. Yes, my 13 year old couch that we gave to the lawn guy who charged me $500 instead of $800 for clearing the fuck out of our yard. Fair trade, I say. The Candyman was sad though. It was an excellently comfortable couch, perfect for afternoon naps. Alas, it had seen better days. I have pictures I took of the couch that I planned to share in my fantasy couch-post, but doing so would require me getting my camera, uploading the pictures and dealing with all that. Way too much effort for me these days. How sad is that?

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There is actual wedding stuff going on, believe it or not. A few months back, I worked with a bride on a mantilla style veil and a belt. You can check out the photographer’s post about it here. Here’s a sneak peek:

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And you know what happened to the gorgeous dress? Red wine spilled on the damn thing. The dress is now hanging in my studio – I’m going to try to fix it, but DAMN. It’s not just a few spots, it’s like a full on glass dumped on it. Ladies, for crissake, watch it with the red wine already! In case you do have a spill, remember this post (it’s super-long, look for the stain fighting tips down at the bottom).

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Back to the birthday thing. I’m 43 now. I’ve definitely come to the realization that I’m aging.  The dark circles I’d have under my eyes after a particularly liquid Thurfriday are now an everyday occurrence. There’s like less elasticity in my skin and I’m all “What the hell is this?” And I keep expecting things to go back to the way they were. I think to myself, “My boobs will be perkier tomorrow. They’re just tired today.” But the next day, after a full 8 hours sleep, they still seem a little tuckered out. Poor things.

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Last weekend, after the aforementioned couch-lawn-guy finished with our yard, I had pulled some weeds and laid some pine bark mulch around some front yard bushes that I had been DYING to mulch. The front yard looked fabulous. The Candyman got some sweet tea and I got a glass of wine and we sat in our rocking chairs on the front porch and waved to passing neighbors, talking of nothing much. I said to The Candyman, “It doesn’t get much better than this.” And I was right. Smile

Saturday
Jul272013

Greatest Groomsman Gift Ever! The Tie Flask

My manager picked up brochure at a recent trade show for the Tie Flask as a joke for our group..the tag line says it all:

Because drinking on the job wasn’t easy enough.

Right?

This lovely pictorial will explain the device:

Fucking brilliant.

Best groomsman gift ever. There are 40 colors/patterns to choose from and they’re only $24.95. Their website is offering free shipping in the USA.  Check them out now and give your groomsmen something fun and functional!

So much better than cuff links, don’t you think?

Saturday
Jul062013

Yard Love vs. Yard Reality

I love our yard, I really do.  But you know how the reality of something is a lot different from the love you might feel for that something? Yeah, makes shit hard, right?

Our yard is a constant space for discovery. There is so much going, it is impossible to keep up. You might go so far as to say that when it comes to yard maintenance, me and The Candyman may have bitten off more than we can chew. Or mow. Or weed. Or prune.

Two months ago I took the below photos (I meant to post them then, but blog technical issues and lack of time have been a bitch). Like much of the Southeast, we had a slow spring. The other thing we’ve had is bucket loads of rain. BUCKET LOADS, I say.

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When I look at these two-month old photos, I laugh. I laugh a maniacal, Count von Count kind of laugh. Why? Because this was just the yard getting started with us. This was the yard waking up, still a little groggy and in need of a cup of coffee.

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Now? Now the yard is proving that it’s had several triple-shot lattes. It’s not screwing around. At all. TheThirtySomethingBrideFlower2

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Last fall, we cut our King Humbert Canna Lilies back to the nubs – because that’s what I read you were supposed to do with Cannas. In March and April, The Candyman and I were nervously waiting for things to bloom. Had we cut them back too far, too late in the season, too early?? I mean, what the hell do we know about Canna Lilies? Nothing, that’s what.

Now? Now the maniacal laugh comes back into play. Those damn Cannas are over 6 feet tall now.

 

See those Elephant Ears just sprouting on the left there? They are now up to my hip.

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These little baby buds exploded into the Confederate Jasmine that covers half of our pergola. The scent was absolutely intoxicating.

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Know what these became? Blackberries. We have freakin’ blackberries. The vine is buried deep in the depths of some backyard brush and I can’t get to them, except for this part that’s grown over the fence.

What I need to get are some wellies to get at those berries, but they are more difficult to find than you would think. They are all over the interwebs, but I want to try that shit on and can’t find them anywhere. How odd is that?

Anyway, there are lots of places I need to get into when it comes to our yard but can’t because I need those wellies. Why? Well, when I first started messing around in the yard for real, I came across not one, but TWO little baby snakes. Both were light brown with little spots. In hindsight, I should killed those little fuckers because now (after freaky internet research), I’ve come to realize they were most likely copperheads. So no, I’m not going traipsing through parts unknown without a little protection.

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Last week I was yanking clover and felt a little crawly something in the ass of my jeans. No biggie, not the first time, so I smacked at my jeans a little and went on with the weed yanking.

Later that day, I was showered and clean and about to leave the house when I felt a horrible stinging pain in the same spot where I had earlier felt crawly things. The stinging was so bad that I ran to the bedroom and ripped my clothes off and literally, poured rubbing alcohol on my ass. Not sure if it was fire ant bites or chigger bites, but the welts and itching are just starting to go away.

Let me tell you how klassy it was digging at my ass all week at the office.

“Yes, I’m totally scratching my ass and I don’t care what you think.”

That’s how bad that shit was itching.

 

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So there’s this whole other side to our house that we have been kind of denying exists. It’s basically all brush and vines and I’m fairly certain it’s where all things creepy, crawly, scary and biting live. Our neighbors recently informed us that one of the trees from our yard is dropping dead branches on their roof. Being the conscientious neighbors we are, we immediately called the arborist to clean up our tree-act.

If you didn’t know it, I’m here to tell you that arborist ain’t cheap. We’ve got a Red Oak, a Post Oak and 5 Pine trees, all on one side of our house. The good news is that if they ever go down in a storm, the arborist told us that they are actually a little too close to our house to do major damage. It’s the neighbors who are screwed!

We’re having massive dead branches removed in the next few weeks. The arborist recommended that I be the one to stay home that day. He was encouraging watching strapping young men climb my trees. This is the kind of arborist I like.

 

We had all sorts of plans to build a raised bed for a garden this year, but with the late spring we had and constant rain, it’s been too hard to get to, so I planted tomatoes, a few herbs and some cucumbers in some pots. The dirt from our yard is so freakin’ fertile that those things are over hip-height and I’m no shorty. Baby cukes and teeny tomatoes are popping out! Fresh food! From our yard! Love it.

So, it’s Saturday and I’m sitting on the couch staring at the clover gone wild in our grass. We haven’t been able to mow in two weeks because of the rain. Honestly, it’s just too early in the morning to think about.

I think I’ll seek out that triple-shot latte my yard consumed a few months back.

Monday
Apr152013

The Little Nooks

I’ve been focusing on a lot of negative energy lately. There’s been too much bad juju floating around me and I am sick of it.

This weekend, I FINALLY had a free moment, several of them, in fact. And they ALL STRUNG TOGETHER! Kick-ass, right? So after I had a girl-friend lunch with two glasses of wine, shoe shopping, a massage AND a facial, I walked around the house and took pictures of the little parts of the house that I love and that are coming together quite nicely, thank you very much. Lookie!

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I love the hallway. It’s 30’ long and I actually found a runner for it. Love the hallway. And we have art picked out for the side walls. We can’t wait to get the pieces, but we have to save the pennies first.

I also love my TJ Maxx special – the orange lamp. I just picked up the cute little succulent plant and it makes me love the lamp even more. And succulents are just SO COOOOOL, right?

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I like where this is going. This is the guest bedroom. The Candyman wants to make it ‘The Nashville Room.” You’ll see why in a second. But I like this little part of the room. The quilt used to be on our bed, but we’ve moved it here because it looks better. The beside table is a family antique.

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The bedframe that I spray painted matte black looks fine, but I think I want a fabric headboard now. So far, I’m OK with this.

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It’s the guitar wall, hence ‘The Nashville Room.”  The Candyman thinks the other bedside table should be a vintage guitar amp. The idea is growing on me. And yes, The Candyman LOVES Johnny Cash.

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We bought a cowhide rug! I just realized that might be inappropriate for my vegan friends. Sorry guys, cuz I love it! It’s a gorgeous brindle color and looks somewhat awkward with our goose-neck couch. Once we get that sucker recovered though, it’s going to look BAD ASS!

We also got three vintage Danish post-modern tables. They are amazeballs. We got them refinished for a song and they look so good with the hardwoods and the rug.

 

The other side of the room has a big ass plant. We love our big ass plant. It brings a really mod feeling into our mid-century house. Love. Love. LOVE!

My last favorite little area is my bathroom. I finally got it all pulled together. I didn’t know what to do with the old ceramic soap and toothbrush holders (there are FOUR), so I bought these little votive holders and planted little kalanchoe plants in them. The just finished flowering and I don’t know if the containers are too small the allow them to flower again, but I still like how they look. The pink flowers? I pulled them off a tree in our backyard. Booya. I stuck them in an old spice jar and voila.

So there are my little nooks of happiness. Where are you finding yours?

Thursday
Apr042013

A Blind Date…Plus Six

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Six years ago today.

I walked into Bosco’s looking for a tall blond man. His on-line pictures (all two of them) were blurry and old, at best. I had prepared myself for a weird, potentially creepy dude. I sat right next to the door and waited. He was late.

About 10 minutes later, a really tall and really thin blonde man came barreling through the door and made a beeline for the bar. He stood a full head amongst  the Nashvillian Bosco beer drinkers. He looked left, he looked right. He looked into the restaurant. I sat right next to the door and watched him with a stupid grin on my face. He finally made eye contact with me and and I smiled. He smiled and coolly walked over to me like he’d been there the whole damn time.

We sat. We spoke. We ordered. I had a portabella salad. He had shrimp and grits that he stirred and stirred and stirred before he finally decided to eat them. I sat with my legs propped up on the booth. He would refer to this as my “S-Shape” for always afterwards. He told me liked the shape of my face.

I grabbed his hands when he mentioned MC Solar. “I like MC Solar TOO!”

Much like this stupid spring, it was cool then too. He walked me to my car and when we were waiting for the light to change, I stepped inside his jacket. What? I was COLD!

At my car, I offered to drive him to his. He accepted. I dropped him off and he turned to me, offered his cheek and said, “Knock me one.”

So I did.