food, crochet, merriment
A new Saturday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment that I would like to pause, savor and remember.
If you’re inspired to do so—as I was, by SouleMama, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to see.
Happy Weekend, my dah-lings!
Oh, yes. I am in love again. This does happen quite frequently–doesn’t it?
If you have the deep and abiding love of peppermint–like I do, then my wish for you is that you have this lovely experience sometime in your life. Purely, pepperminty hand lotion. Have you ever heard of such a thing? This particular brand is from William Sonoma–I know, I know…just a tad snooty. But oh my goodness! This was just the perfect little touch of luxury that I was needing right about now, you know? Didn’t hurt my feelings at all that it was 50% off either! Might just be a great gift for Valentine’s Day–if you throw the hints the right way.
My little Jillian tucked this surprise in with some other Christmas goodies and let me just say, “Hea-ven!” It smells just like my daddy’s “sugar room” from when I was a kid. He was a chef and made candy and cakes and pulled sugar taffy that always smelled like peppermint. Mmmmmm.
It’s all I can do not to lick my fingers—but even I know that would be unwise. I have no idea if the brand makes a difference or not–but I’m telling you…
If you get the chance to be near Peppermint lotion in this or the next life–take it. Or come over to my house and I’ll share a smidge…just a smidge.
Then you gotta get your own.
My friend Jenny said once that coming to visit my family was like “falling into a box of puppies.” That has made me smile ever since she said it. Seriously, I wonder if I’ve never been paid a higher compliment.
Well, as it turns out–my sweet little family isn’t alone in our puppy-like behavior. It seems that, according to MSNBC’s Live Science writer, Jeanna Bryner, our whole state is scoring like one gigantic canine kennel. In an article on the happiest states in America–Utah is ranked #1. Get that.
* Utah: 69.2
* Hawaii: 68.2
* Wyoming: 68
* Colorado: 67.3
* Minnesota: 67.3
* Maryland: 67.1
* Washington: 67.1
* Massachusetts: 67
* California: 67
* Arizona: 66.8
Apparently, we are also much less neurotic that some of our sister states. THAT I wouldn’t have guessed. Ha ha.
Here is an excerpt:
“Of the personality factors, neuroticism took a toll on a state’s cheery count, suggesting people living in the happiest states are more relaxed than their gloomy counterparts. For instance, West Virginia, Mississippi and Kentucky were ranked as highly neurotic and showed lower well-being scores. Utah, on the other hand, had a significantly lower level of neuroticism than other states.”
If you’d like to read the entire article or to see where your state ranks click on the link below. You might just be surprised to find that you and your neighbors are more content than you thought.
In the meantime, I need to go feed my puppies.
Happy Birthday Daddy!
Did you have a favorite Christmas doll when you were young? Do you still remember when you first saw it under the Christmas tree?
Some of the memories of Christmas morning are so vivid to me that I swear I can still smell that new plastic whenever I see the pictures.
Oh, I remember the tinsel sparkling in the darkness as we tiptoed into the front room–long before we were suppose to. There seemed to be a tangible feeling of fresh magic just moments after Santa had left, enough magic in fact to make two covert children feel positively sick and shaky with excitement.
Then, finally, finally–when we were officially allowed to get up and the lights were turned on—oh…it took our breath away. Complete enchantment!
And even though I am many decades away from those days–I still have many Christmas morning reminders around me.
For years I kept some of my favorite dolls–from ancient days–in boxes in the basement or garage, never quite willing to give them away or give them up.
So a couple of years ago, I thought about those dolls and how rotten it must be for them to be stuffed away in those boxes. Don’t get me started on whether or not toys are alive–I’ll take you down.
ANYWAY–I took the dolls out, cleaned them up and now they decorate my room. When I wake up each day it’s like I’m reliving 15 Christmas mornings all scooped up into one.
After all these years, I’ve come to the realization that growing up is highly overrated…and in my case–
entirely unnecessary.