daddy to the rescue....

jack and max were "warring" upstairs and max's plane won.
jack's come crumbling down the stairs and ended up in 100 pieces.
poor kid. so daddy came to the rescue! the two of them managed to put it back together. when jack walked back upstairs max said, "jack, that is so much cooler than before i broke it so i guess it was a blessing in disguise".
i'm so glad i captured this picture of jack loving on daddy. he was so very thankful to daddy. too sweet.

finished projects...

finally, the pictures of the finished house color and patio that some of you have been asking for! (you KNOW who you are! :)) i took a few pics from the end of our driveway, looking east/south east. love the foothills. sorry, i would have more of the patio but i saw my neighbor outside and we started talking. before i knew it, it was dark....what?? me talking until dark.
shocking. real shocking.

mama got herself a new pair of pretties....

mama got herself a new pair of pretties!
like um?
hate them?
well, i'm digging them.
snazzy, sassy and a tad whimsical. they match with very little in my closet but personally,i feel like Dorthy, in the 'Wizard of Oz' must have felt when she put on her 'pretties'.
i feel simply exquisite, maybe even a tad brilliant.
hee. hee. :)

poor, pathetic little thing....

hobbies.
we all need them.
some of us (ME) already have more than i have hours in my day.
and yet...
i continue to hobby.
thanks to AMANDA over at www.vintagedutchgirl.blogspot.com,i've once again got the refurbishing/modifying bug. little miss handy-pants reminded me that on wednesday mornings the LC thrift store sets out 'new' stuff. lucky for me, this week was 50% off EVERYTHING!!!
SCORE!!!
since the 5 magazine holders i ALREADY have won't suffice....i HAD to have another. (collecting magazines is yet ANOTHER hobby!) this sad, sad excuse for furniture was sitting by, idly, waiting, possibly LONGING for ME. the pathetic thing even had a Stick-up under it's belly. can't you picture it now...sitting untouched, oppressed, in the depths of some woman's basement, just waiting, like the old toys in the movie, Toy Story, to be loved,to be resurrected. i'm SURE that this same,good intended woman, had a husband who finally had enough and hauled it out, behind her back of course, and brought it to the thrift store. i know all this because my husband/and father would be ONE OF THOSE MEN!
lucky for me, i have rescued it from the burn pile, the belly of the whale.
wishing it, WILLING it back to life.
mercy me.
since i now have 'nothing' to fill my days with and the weather is getting 'cozier', i'm heading out to that messy, pit of a garage (maybe cleaning THAT SHOULD be a hobby!) and start transforming to my little hearts content.
yup, that's what i'll do.
right after i catch up on blogging, facebook, cleaning closets, blah.blah.blah......
ya all better stay tuned!