It's Vintage, not Antique

I was up in my parent's attic over the weekend and I stumbled across my old desk I had as a child. I prefer to consider it "vintage".

Here's a few pictures of me using it.



I don't own a scanner, so pictures of pictures are going to have to do.


I am the one actually sitting at the desk tossing back a cold one. Aren't I cute? And bald.

My goal is to freshen it up for Thomas to use. I love a new project.



It's going to take some sanding, a few coats of paint, and some creative juices.


Thomas already seems to enjoy it. He's such a studious little guy.



I am thinking scholarship already.

Does this little boy look familiar?

Does he remind you of anyone else?

A Sad Realization

These shoes. These shoes. I am mad at them. Really I should be mad at myself.

I went shopping for the first time in a year on Sunday and decided to take a peek at the shoe sale rack at Belk. I can't resist looking. I found these Jessica Simpson shoes and caught myself saying out loud, "How in the world do people walk in these shoes?".

Once the words were out of my mouth I wanted to take it back. I looked at the woman standing next to me and said "WOW, I can't believe I just said that. I must really be showing my age." She said "Yep, honey. That is a definite sign of getting old."

Seriously, I am only 29. Not 40, not 50, not 80. I might as well be in the fashion department though. I am so out of touch as to what people are wearing these days.

I recently donated a whole bunch of clothes and amongst those many bags I got rid of one of my all time favorite shirts. It was purchased at a very inexpensive little store (similar to The Body Shop) in the horrible mall in Auburn. It was embroidered and I loved it. I got rid of it because, well, it was pushing 10 years old and out of style. So I thought.

During my shopping excursion I noticed lots of embroidered shirts. Many that resembled Ole Faithful. Here's one I found at Saks. It looks almost identical to my $15 purchase.

If only I had listened to the pack rat voice inside my head I'd still be hording my "outdated" shirt. Guess I'll be heading to Forever 21 to find me a $15 replacement.

I know trends cycle out every few decades, but when can they trends below come back? I found some of these dresses from the 1950s. I love this fashion era. One of my favorite Christmas movies is "White Christmas" and one of the main reasons is the clothing that the characters wear. Elegant, classy, tailored, and so feminine.

Here is Rosemary Clooney in one of the scenes from the movie. Oh to just have an event to be able to wear something like this to.

This suit is amazing. With and without the little cape.

You can't go wrong with navy in my opinion.

I guess, out of these 4 fine ladies, I am more like Charlotte. I love her style too.

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Welcome to the World

Carter Anthony Moore!

Wait, hear that? My uterus just skipped a beat. This little guy has given me baby fever. BAD.

My cousin, Bonnie, had her second baby this past Tuesday. Here is a picture of the new family of four.

Maci was obviously a little unsure what to think about her new baby brother. I was thinking I might snatch him and run. Oh I miss that sweet baby smell.

And the crazy faces, funny noises, tiny sneezes, and super soft, hot out of the oven skin.

Oh Carter, what fun you will have in this family. I thank God you got here safe and sound. You are truly a blessing. Thomas will make sure you know the ropes and maybe, just maybe, he'll let you play with one of his Hot Wheels.

I knew that might perk you up a little bit.

What would happen if your ass lit up

It would end up in a jar, just like these little guys.

My parents ran around our yard capturing poor, defenseless lightening bugs just so Thomas could get a closer look at them. I even caught one. Yuck.

Something has happened to me over the past 24 years that makes me totally grossed out by touching them. I used to have my own little container specifically made for lightening bugs and I remember running all over the backyard snatching them up and holding them hostage. Thomas just gets a jar. Sorry kid, you'll live.

He pointed. He oooh'd. He ahhh'd. Then, he was over it and wanted to play with the sidewalk chalk.

Please don't call PETA on us, we did let them go.

The Color Purple

I have a confession....I have a black thumb.

I even kills mums. Sometimes within a week of purchasing them.

However, I have managed to keep three hydrangea plants alive since I planted them 4 years ago. I love hydrangeas, every kind too. So much so, that I gave my Mom a hydrangea plant for Mother's Day 9 years ago. I thought it was a great gift idea and it is still alive and kicking today.

I am proud of my hydrangeas. They started off so small and now they are large and in charge. You can see them on the far wall in the picture below. One summer they bloomed pink, the next they rebelled and I got no blooms at all, last year they were pink and purple, and this year they've come in a deep purple.

The crazy looking bushes on the right are my azaleas. They were taking over the side walk and anyone that tried to walk in front of them. I think we lost Thomas a few times amongst the branches. Brett got at them with some hedge trimmers and now they look so sad. I told Brett to cut them way back and he actually did as he was told. Good thing azaleas are like hair. When they get a bad cut, they just grow right back. It might take some time, but they'll be long enough for a pony soon enough.

Another plant that's been going strong season after season is my pear tree. I think it's a Bartlett Pear, but I am not 100% sure. I do know it produces a ton of pears, which brings a lot of flies and mosquitoes to the yard. (Please reread that sentence to the tune of "My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.." it makes it that much better). Brett hates it when he has to mow the yard but spend 30 minutes before hand tossing all the fallen pears into the woods so he can get to the grass. He's threatened to cut it down every year, but never follows through. I love the pear tree.

I've been looking up recipes that include pears in the ingredients. I hate to see all that organic, home grown fruit go to waste year after year. Most of what I have found so far are dessert recipes and that just isn't going to fly in this household. I am sure there are more healthy recipes out there, I just haven't found them all yet.



Come September I'll have plenty of pears to go around.

Finally, Thomas has started a mini garden of his own. He came home with this school project last week and his seeds sprouted just the other day. They are cucumber plants and I am not too sure what to do with them once they get too big for his classroom-made wheelbarrow. These little boogers are growing fast, so I better figure it out soon.



Luckily, none of these plants are very high maintenance like the Mums I planted and managed to kill. These plants seem to take care of themselves very well. Those are my kind of plants.