Not Sure.....

Okay, I have some before and not-so-afters of my little hutch-moving extravaganza yesterday. I'm not sure about it. At first I liked it, but now I'm not sure.



BEFORE:

















AFTERS:







I'm messing around with accessories. This will probably lead me to taking everything off the walls and re-arranging all wall hangings.

And then painting the walls and getting new window coverings.

And then inevitably painting the woodwork.

This is all because I had to make myself busy while waiting for little Xochi to make it into this world. Now we have 2 new sweet girls: Audry and Xochi!

This Job Stinks....

I haven't worked on the garage since last week. I got about 1/3 of the way done with this side. It's boring work. It's dirty work.



I'm trying to figure out how to arrange the Noodle's new book shelf to look cute enough to show my internets yet still hold practical items.

No matter. Noodle has other ideas:





This kid cracks me up! She is so much like her Daddy...rigging things up and using that big imagination of hers. We've been talking about hammocks lately and she decided that she was going to make one for her dolls.




I'm thinking about taking off the top of this hutch and placing it across the room. What do you think?

Oh boy.....

Sigh.

It's been a weird few days. I was up at 2 am today and can't back to sleep.

First of all, I'm thinking about Cutz and her baby adventure.

Second? My elderly neighbor, Mrs. C. came over yesterday.
And not for a friendly little visit, either. Oh, no.

She's becoming a little off-kilter and thinks people in the neighborhood are spying on her.

There's about an hour and half (yes. and hour and a half.) of this nonsensical conversation that I'm leaving out, but please know that it was bad enough that I had to overeat and take a nap after she left.

And then I woke up and sucked my thumb and rocked back and forth under my divorce desk.

Because it's just disturbing to hear an 85 year old woman use the "F" word. Over and over. In my house when I'm still in my jammies with bed-head and morning breath.

Third: On Saturday one of the great loves of my life died unexpectedly:

Our neighbor dog, Gracie Mae, the Shepherd-Collie mix.

We loved her like crazy. She was a remarkable girl....smart, protective. Her nickname was "The Sheriff" because Girlfriend was in charge and not to be messed with.
We were lucky to know her, but she wasn't here long enough. She brought so much joy to our family...we loved taking care of her when our neighbors, Pam and Jeff, went out of town. She was a world-class snuggler and when I'd stay over night, she'd spoon with me all night long. I can't even say that much about Zuddy.

I don't know what else to say. And I cry every time I think about her. Her sister, Nikita, is very sad. She's been howling with sadness. It breaks my heart.