A "Little Light" on the Subject

Last summer we moved my in-laws into a retirement complex. Once we got them moved our work just started. We had a lot of work ahead of us to ready their home for sale. Thank goodness it is only about a mile away from our house. My husband and Son-in-Law, Chris, worked for weeks and weeks, every weekend, all summer and into the fall. (I've said "work" three times, and that's what it was: work, work, work!)

There were two chandeliers, one in the entry and one in the dining room that we replaced, as things needed to be updated. I had the small one in mind for the kitchen, but I have a canned spot over the sink that provides much needed task lighting. Finally I nudged my husband enough that he hung it in front of the spot on a plant hook, and I have hidden the cord behind the curtain. Now, I use it when I'm in the mood for "pretty", and I still have my overhead for daily use.

More of that lovely 80's decor... the wonderful scalloped header

...one more, on my "to do" project list.

It's hard to see, but there is a tiny cherub on it.

It really adds some interest above the sink and brightens things up.

Thanks honey!

Have a fun Friday!

Debra

3 Blind Mice

This is a story of 3 stuffed catnip mice, 2 spoiled cats,

and 1 crazy woman who evidently has lost her marbles.

We started with 1 mouse, but it would get lost or batted under the furniture at night which would cause 2 spoiled cats to meow loudly for 1 crazy woman to get up out of bed and retreive the 1 stuffed catnip mouse. After many disturbed nights' sleep the 1 crazy woman went to the store and found 1 more stuffed catnip mouse to satifsfy her 2 spoiled cats. But now 2 stuffed catnip mice would be lost under the furniture and the howling only intensified of the 2 spoiled cats. Now, instead of just crying for the 2 stuffed catnip mice the 2 spoiled cats were digging and pounding on the furniture at night causing not only the 1 crazy woman, but now her husband, who actually works for a living, to lose sleep also. So the 1 crazy woman went back to the store to find yet another stuffed catnip mouse to add to the mayhem.

Guess what, now the mystique has vanished and the 3 stuffed catnip mice are no longer the objects of great desire, so they are left to play happily amongst the chippy white wicker and be lost for days at a time under the bedroom dresser.

The End...sort of.

The picture you didn't see is me in my pajamas with a yardstick, trying to fish these little suckers out from under the bedroom furniture.

If there is a moral to this story I think it would be...

either don't have cats or wear earplugs to bed.

Shutting the bedroom door doesn't work either,

they just cry and throw themselves against it until you let them in.

Oh well, I love 'em.
Debra

P.S. Have I sounded tired and cranky lately????