food, crochet, merriment
We’ve never had a tradition like some people do–where the whole family has hot cocoa on Christmas Eve from a sweet little Santa mug. Never really thought about it, in fact.
Until I saw this funny little fellow while I was out shopping. He sort of, ummm, slipped into my cart.
Couldn’t be helped. Perhaps he just knew.
We’ve a tradition to start.
One of the advantages of not actually living at the house, while it’s being “made over” is that when someone comes to do something marvelous–like lay brand, NEW carpet–I get to hang out in the kitchen and snap pictures every chance I get.
It was all I could do not to giggle when the carpet guy brought the new–NOT-falling apart into dust–padding in. He had no idea what pad trauma we’d been through. Sheesh.
Ooooh, here it comes. Lovely-ness approaching.
I’ve always wondered how carpet guys cut those huge pieces to fit so perfectly. But the more I thought about it, the more I worried, so I quit watching.
As he pulled back the front room carpet to finish off the entry edge–we discovered that there is pretty little hardwood under that carpet. Oh, yeah. YOUR days are numbered too, funny blue carpet. Heh, heh, heh.
But for now, I’m gonna scrunch up my toes in this soft, fluffy, perfect, new stuff.
I’m a lucky duck.
PS~ Thank you with all my heart to all those who made this post possible. I love you.
Rhen ran off early on Thanksgiving morning to play football with the big boys. Of course, I snuck (is that a word?) away quietly after him to take a few pictures. Trouble is, they played on a field soooo dang far away that I couldn’t even tell which moving blur was actually him. After zooming in about eight-hundred-million times, it turns out that he is the guy on the far right. Seriously couldn’t tell…so I went home.
And it was a good thing too, because the Macy’s Parade was on–and you know I don’t want to miss that. I positively LOVE it. In fact, someday–I’d like to be sitting in one of those hotel rooms watching the parade from the window, like the little girl does in Miracle On 34th Street. Mmmmm…that would be awesome.
Bucket List for sure.
Blondie was pretty excited about the Sesame Street float…
and Rhen started shrieking when he saw these guys. No earthly idea why.
Later that day, we zipped off to April and Jacobs for the real-deal-meal. Petra is hoping Jacob drops some of the turkey he’s carving. No chance, chicky. Turkey is bad for doggies. But the humans are going to LOVE it.
That, and every other dang thing on the table. Yummo. Come to me mashed potatoes, I have big plans for you. Heh, heh.
Oh, wait. There’s a cat in my seat. Down Buttercup. You ain’t having my turkey either.
The kids made these oh-so-adorable place cards so we’d all know where we were going. Good thing, too cause I wouldn’t want to get lost on a day like today…
and with a plate full of scrumptiousness. Stuf-fing–stuf-fing–stuf-fing…
Guess the kids knew that Rhenny-boy likes bananas.
Such a good, good day.
Even had a bit of after dinner entertainment. That is suppose to say, “Ready for some haunted adventures and excitement?” So cute. It turned out to be a couple kids walking around under blankets while the other ones threw pillows at them. Spooky indeed.
Several people were asked to bring pie. I’d say it was a successful adventure. Hmmmm…where to start? Where to start?
One of each ought to do it.
came tumbling down!
So as it happens in projects such as these, we started talking about how much more open the kitchen would feel if it were…ummm… you know, open. So one thing led to another and before we knew it, the wall was down. Just like that.
Crow bars and sledge hammers seem to be these guys’ best friends.
Kind of exciting to see things just wished for one moment…
and coming true the next.
This place is awesome. This disappearing wall is awesome.
These guys are awesome!
Ahhh…bless you Pinterest, for sparking my imagination, when sincerely–I was happy with the brown paneling.
Ok, well, happy isn’t completely, one hundred percent honest.
I don’t mind admitting that I am just so thrilled to be in the place where I have some kind of house–at all–that it doesn’t really matter to me if it isn’t entirely perfect. I’m grateful and happy to make do.
But after spending a bit of time seeing the “Dark Paneling Makeovers” that are on the internet everywhere these days, I will admit–a few coats of white paint wins. Hands down.
It has taken a bit of doing though. Primer, more primer, and then several coats of paint. It will indeed be perfect when we’re finished.
And going from this…
to this–as unfinished as it is…
is a huge improvement. Wouldn’t you say?
I’m deeply grateful to my kind and generous worker bees who seem to have so much happy energy.
Thank you. Thank you.
It’s going to be awesome!