Back To School

Do you want to know what makes me mad?
This.
This is what makes me mad.

Actually, it makes me CRAZY!

Mi hijo and I went to the big everything under one roof store in town last night because we are getting ready to enter the "Hot Zone" this week with temperatures forcasted in the high 90's low triple digits so we decided to go get ourselves a wading pool for the deck.

Do you think there was a pool to be found? 

Sunscreen, short shorts or sandals?

Nope, nope and nope.

Sweaters, scarves and school supplies!

At the risk of sounding like a middle aged woman who complains about everything, I can't even believe this bs.

Remember the days when school supplies went on sale at the end of August and you looked forward to the trip to Sears and Penneys for your clothes and the smell of your new school shoes from Thom McAn that you couldn't wait to wear?

Remember going to the drug store for your #2 pencils and Pink Pearl Erasers?

Well forget all that.

Now we schlep through the white trash warehouse in July to pick up those last minute twelve boxes of Kleenex for the classroom along with .19 cent spiral notebooks and backpacks made across the ocean by children that aren't even old enough to babysit.

I guess I need to pull myself together or I'm going to miss the blowout sale on twinkle lights and Rudolph inflatables for the front yard.

If you'll excuse me now, I have to go unpack and quickly put away our secondary less commercial labor Day and Thanksgiving holiday decor that we will be overlooking this year in favor of the more important mass market pleasing family holiday.

Black Friday.

Peas.

Honey

I'm going to the Goodwill today to buy some pretty cups and saucers for soy candles.
What's your favorite scent?
Floral?
Fruity?
Fresh?

I think I'll start with a few fresh, floral fruity ones!

Wyatt makes these.

And rings that say love.

Speaking of love...

Millie hatched an egg.

Not her own egg mind you, a stolen egg.

Millie has wanted children of her own for years, but has never been able to have them, so a few weeks ago I lifted an egg from another hen and slipped it in her nest.

Millie can't have children of her own because she's not a coop chicken like the rest of them, she's a free ranger (she's too little to be a coop hen) so she's never around Red the Rooster.

So she lays duds.

Until now.

Now she has a baby of her own.

Honey.

Because she's so sweet.

Peas.

Rag Rugs and BBQ

Time to start making some rugs!
My soap is selling out faster than I can get it cured, and my batch of blackberry turned out SO ugly that I'm giving it away with any purchase of a normal bar.
The ugly blackberry really put me behind so I'll pick up the Etsy store slack with a rug or two.

This is the rug I'll start today...

I use an 11.5 hook and 1/2 inch strips that I rip in bunches as I go.

I've tried ripping and balling, but it makes it a pain to join so I just rip a few join a few.

This is the hook.

And this is the finished product...

Wendy and her Babydaddy and their kid are coming to dinner tonight.

I have a pork roast in the crock-pot for pulled pork sandwiches and I just put together a poppy seed slaw and I have a blueberry cobbler in the oven and mango-peach soap in the mold.

Between the bbq, soap scents and slaw, my kitchen smells kind of like I think heaven smells.

K I have to go.

Here is a gratuitous instagram picture of the baby and his daddy

Courtesy of @woodhunter11

Love.

Peas.