confession

I have a problem with these: Thank you Smith's, for your savvy product placement of this pink and white kryptonite. Apparently, grocers are on to us "perimeter shoppers" who try to avoid the temptation of highly processed, white flour, sugary foods that are within the aisles. For three weeks, these have been heaped in piles right adjacent to the produce section and the ever-elusive "claw game" that Little will never understand how Mommy simply cannot win him a prize.

a serving size is 6 cookies....seriously.

Just "hanging" around with Mom

It only takes one or two new pieces of artwork to upset the entire apple cart of home decor. If you replace one, something else has got to be moved, and so on. I have a slight aversion to wantonly pounding nails into freshly painted walls. I always have, but my left-brainedness makes that condition slightly more acute. Henry is way worse than me, so I hang pictures during his absence. I also suffer from "interior designer's daughter syndrome." It shall be referred to in the future as "IDDS." One of the side effects of this syndrome is that I cannot hang a picture without my mother being present. It's not that I can't do it, per se, but that I know that my execution will be just seven or so degrees off of "just right." Why not just wait for the big guns to come in and do the job right? Especially if the guns live eleven minutes away. So when Mom arrived yesterday with her bag of tricks; levels, measuring devices, hammers, hooks, and nails of all types, I just stepped aside and let the artiste work. Just kidding, it's not that dramatic, yes it is. But this one above the fireplace was a real doozie. Heavy like rocks and came with two hooks, so the measuring had to be spot on.

Now these birdie nests, I did myself. But look at top rightie-pants, not so great.

Kevin's a girl? So, these two chairs remind us of Carl and Ellie's chairs in "UP." This painting given to us by Mom and Dad for Christmas this year. I love it! We hung it down in the family room.


Hanging a grouping is like a black diamond ski trail. You better just watch yourself. This trio of frames came with the dreaded double hook of death. Big payday, however to hang such lovely images of my two girls. Thank you, sweet Jeni for taking those pictures!

Egg and nest relocated to above the piano. Mom handed me the wheel, and just like Russell throwing the GPS out the window, I dropped the little hanger right behind the piano... oops.
Thank goodness for extras.

Ah, a first anniversary splurge of mine and Henry's. Very fond memories. I like its new location.

A little 45 record cover given to Henry from John and Ashley. Pearl Jam, of course.

It's so enjoyable to see things hanging in a different place for a change. Even more enjoyable are the memories of the picture hanging giggles Mom and I got while medicating my case of IDDS.

Thanks Mom, from the bottom of my heart.