My house is a wreck and it smells like smoke.
I ran the auto-clean cycle on the oven a few days ago and filled the place with noxious fumes.
The girls are coming over on Friday night and I think that smoke smell is in the drapes.
Did I say drapes?
I meant cheap, twin-size JC Penney bedsheets that we hung over the windows when we moved in ten years ago.
They’re still up. They’re tattered, torn, and dingy, but still up.
Because window treatments are low on the list of priorities in our budget.
Our budget that is completely blown because I don’t have an income and we can’t cover all of our monthly costs.
Maybe that’s why the holidays drag me down a bit. They’re expensive.
Back to the smoke in the
I need to take them down and wash them.
But my dining table looks like this:
So I keep getting distracted. Poor dining table. It never gets to feel free of messy burden.
I didn’t write yesterday.
But the table depressed me. The table and the smokey
Last night I added up all the receipts and entered them into our ledger. I have concluded that we cannot afford to live anymore. At all. It costs too much to exist. That’s my official finding. That depresses me too.
Thank goodness the little boy is joyous and excited for the season. Today he decided that my sheep needed Christmas trees.
Poor sheep. I have neglected him.
The little boy wants to put up Christmas decorations every day. Every day. He made me buy a pack of these at Walgreens this week:
They are kind of pretty. 🙂
He wanted to hang them immediately on our arrival home. I managed to get two pages of homework out of him first. When ornaments are waiting, my kid can finish ten math problems really fast.
A few years ago, this ornament came home from school with him:
It’s one of my favorites. My little baby…so cute…so not that little anymore. Sigh.
I took a picture of these too. Did I ever show them to you? They’re from Pier One. I know, I know, not my usual thing, but I love them. LOVE them.
I love them even more because half of them are from my friend Sarah. I always wanted our initials, but could never find them. I bought myself the flowers instead. Sarah pounced when the store refreshed its supply, so now I have the flowers and our initials – yippee!! Thank you, Sarah! 😀
And speaking of lovely gifts from lovely people, look what beautiful Leighann sent this week:
It’s a batik stamp. I love the design. It now hangs on the wall with two others I have.
And since they say that three of something makes a collection, I guess this fourth one seals the deal. I am officially a batik stamp collector.
I really love the texture of the chunky wood and the patterns that are cut into them. It’s funny to think that these are designed as tools for making another kind of art. I find the stamps amazing and beautiful on their own.
I love to believe that they have each been in the hands of a hard-working artist at some point. They have an organic and rich cultural feeling about them. But please don’t like them, because I need them all for myself. 😀
Anyhoo, there is clearly no real direction to this post. Its poorly written, I don’t feel like editing and I’m getting kind of hungry, so…
Happy Wednesday! I mean Thursday. No, it’s Wednesday, right? Wait, Wednesday? Thursday? Thursday. No. Noooo. Right. Happy Wednesday!
P.S. I really like our next door neighbors. I really do. But I really do NOT like their motorcycles. Will someone please tell me why people with motorcycles are always working on them and revving their engines and speeding them down the street all the time (like right now)? Don’t motorcycle owners ever take those beasts to the shop? Why is all tinkering done in the driveway? It’s annoying. Annoying and loud. LOUD!
P.P.S. I want cheese.