Without my tugboat man.
He’s STILL not home — possibly not until the endif October or beginning of November, which means he’ll have been gone nearly two months.
Sheesh. Instead of gone girl, he’s my gone guy.
My yesterday was accident-prone; chock full of injuries.
Alll in separate events, I broke the third toe on my right foot, a toe I’ve broken several times before, sprained my left wrist, the same one I broke last year, cut my left hand, and poked my right arm with the tip of a nasty agave, which feels like being stabbed with a hot knife.😦
Nothing major and at least it all seems to be balanced — both sides equally wounded.
So it looks like I’m taking it easy today. Cleaning out drawers, organizing, and listening to Sinatra and Ella.
BTW, I’d like to extend an enthusiastic “HELLO, friends!” to my readers from the far reaches of the globe — I guess you could say the entire universe – from Kansas to Sao Paolo to Colchester to Mountain View(!) to Saint-jean-d’angely, Poitou-Charentes, and India, Pakistan, South Africa, Texas, Brazil, Sweden, Australia, tons of you guys from Canadaxoxo, Fiji, Czech Republic, Germany (danke!), Bosnia, Hungary, and Indonesia, just about every state in the United States, along with a special “hollz beeyotches!” to y’all from my home state of Cali.
UPDATE: Chinwags and Tittle-Tattles frowned and shook her perfectly manicured finger at me for failing to give proper mention to my many lovely, tea drinking, special readers from the UK, the United Kingdom, my brilliant British buddies. Now y’all MUST visit her blog and let her know that I’ve righted the unintentional wrong!
And that’s just today! What a small world, don’t know how I’ll fit y’all in but here goes:
********** Welcome to Casa de Enchanted Seashells *********
Just in case you really didn’t believe me that our home is saturated with seashells, join me on a tour, starting at the foyer.
Come on it! (But take your shoes off first.)
The mirror took a long time to get exactly right, but it’s one of my best projects.
Now we’re on the first level.
Hmm, pics a bit wonky, I’ll fix ’em right now.
Nothing here but the formal living room that no one ever uses.
Heading up the stairs, seashells lead the way.
I love my DIY Seashell Bouquet, don’t you?
The personal princess spa with seashells lining the walls,
because of course.
Close up of the one and only princess mermaid bench.
Tugboat man crafted the bench and I embellished.
OK, that’s enough. I need my privacy, y’all!
Cleaning leads me to thinking about my mom — we loved to clean together, and she LOVED Old Blue Eyes, and even saw him in person when she was a young teen.
If she were alive, she’d be 100 years old in 2015.
She could sing along (just to annoy me) to all of his tunes; before she died, she especially loved “It Was a Very Good Year”
But I loves me some Ella. “A Sunday Kind of Love”
Here’s hoping you enjoy a happy and accident-free Sunday.