(This photo, which has absolutely nothing to do with my post today, is a Double Delight from my garden. It is the same rose that graces the cover of Miss D. The Double Delight looks incredible, changes colors, smells delightful and is soft as butter--it's a rose to be cherished.)
Remember the below photo? Could it have been only yesterday that I posted it? (Time goes slowly when you're working hard.) (Just so you know, I have nothing against the "stone paver" linoleum that was there. It's fairly new in spite of the fact that it looks somewhat warped (if shot too close, my eccentric camera makes straight lines a bit curvy which is just the thing for taking photos of rail-thin fashion models but, alas, not much else) and it hides dirt well, both important factors. However, I am always looking for ways to make my abode resemble a well-cared for cottage of days gone by as opposed to the tired and worn out 1970's era structure that it is. Nothing says "old and beautiful" like wood floors even if they are, in actuality, cheapie laminate samples from the now-defunct home improvement store.)
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Not only are these cheapie laminate samples, but they are samples of four different kinds of "wood". There's "cherry", "oak" , "pine" and er, um, can't remember the other one . . . (Did I mention, only 20 bucks!) (Please ignore the filth of the area rug . . .I want to buy a new one but anything with white in it will get just as filthy in no time but anything without white will be, I fear, too dark. What's a perfectionist who doesn't like to clean to do?
Here's a shot that shows the portraits of my three babies at age 18 months, all wearing the same linen outfit with lace around the collar and sleeves. (Yes, even the boys!) The outfit was hecka expensive so I justified buying it when I came up with the idea of having all my kids (two of which hadn't been gleamed of yet) wear it for a special picture. It took years to bring the vision to fruition but I'm loving the result. (You're still ignoring the filth of the area rug, right?)
Here's a shot that shows all sides at once. Check out the pefection of those mitered corners in the shoe molding! (Some might be tempted to call them baseboards but that would be the base, stiff version of what the hipsters are now calling "shoe molding". True story.) I'm sure there's a special and somewhat largish section set aside in Hell for the truly wicked, one in which they are required to mitre a perfect corner on a pair of thick and convoluted molding pieces with a hand saw. No special tricks are required to ensure the wicked will spend eternity attempting to acheive such an impossible task. Meanwhile, ours were perfected by making a deal with the devil, er, that is to say, filling the gaps with mucho wood fill. One of our corners was even done in three pieces instead of the usual two. It takes a lot of talent to do that (and a lot of wood fill to fix it. Phew! I'm exhausted!)
Now I just have to get the Middle Child (who is feeling much better, by the way---thank you so much for your love and prayers!) ready for girl's camp. I'm thinking I might even get to read blogs next week. Woo hoo! (P.S. The trip to the hospital was a joke. You know that, right?)