If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time you know I LOVE books. I’ll give nearly anything a try; anything except perhaps, Christian romance. That, my friends, is where I draw the proverbial line.
I read a few back in the day, you see. They were novels filled with characters who refused to speak naturally–everything was oh my darling … yes, my darling … goodbye, my darling. There was no passion. None. Couples in these novels were about hot as dead fish. A peck on the cheek was a risque as they got–they didn’t even kiss on the forehead because WHO KNOWS WHAT MIGHT TRANSPIRE … which, you know, is kinda true, but still. And in moments where desire might possibly creep in, it was veiled with a prayer. And I’m not talking, Oh sweet Jesus help me; I’m talking long, drawn-out prayers for our nation and beyond.
Needless to say, you can imagine my horror when my mom and I were shopping at Borders a few weeks ago and she picked up this book …
Not only did she buy the book, she liked it. She leant it to friends, and they liked it. Then she turned on me…
Do you want to read it? *silence* I think you would like it. *change of subject*
I was valiant in my stance, dear readers, oh so valiant. Then she brought out the big guns:
Let me get this straight, you’ll read the whole Twilight series, but you refuse to even give this book a try? …………………………… Yeah, I had nothing.
Grudgingly, I took the book, vowing to stop reading the minute I spotted a misplaced prayer. And what do you know? I read it all the way through. And I liked it. I did. As a matter of fact, it was perfect anecdote to stressful days. Alexander paints a vivd picture of life on the frontier. Her historical fiction, set in the Colorado Territory, is full of imperfect characters–ones you can’t help but like.
And for the record, I absolutely loved the thing that finally stole Dr. Molly Whitcomb’s heart. *sigh*
That said, if you’re looking for good, clean fun–for a sweet romance–for a story you can trust will end on a high note, but still draws you in–consider Beyond this Moment {by Tamera Alexander}…
I do believe I could take photos like a pro, if only I had the right accessories … accessories like this fabulous camera bag from PorteenGear …
{leather pro camera bag from PorteenGear}
A new DSLR wouldn’t hurt either. Or maybe I should just learn about what I’ve got rather than randomly twist knobs and push buttons. Hmmmm…
Happy Monday, my friends, happy Monday …
It was another whirlwind weekend for me. Got a couple things marked off my list–did a bit of weeding and cleaned out and organized my bedroom closet. That was a project in and of itself, let me tell you…which begs the question: why, oh why, do I let it get so bad? Or, more to the point, why, oh why, do I insist on holding on to things that I have not worn for a decade? Egads!
To make up for the pain and misery, I packed the rest of the weekend with good food, great friends, and loads of fun–though nary a picture was snapped.
I’ve got nothing for ya, but this old vacation photo…
True, it has absolutely nothing to do with this post. But wouldn’t it be lovely to be there at this very moment? We could chat and laugh … sip mango ‘ritas… soak in the rays… splash in the waves… and then lounge about with a good book. *sigh*
But, alas, I must be content with hearing the birds chirp merrily outside my window–and cling to the hope that this is the week projects are finalized and invoices FINALLY sent out. Please, oh please …
If you’re lucky enough to be on holiday this week, do enjoy it for the rest of us.
And for us all, wherever we may be, and whatever we may be doing–may the week be blessed with a little bit of inspiration and a whole lot of happiness!
The fact that aprons are making a fabulous comeback makes me giddy! Granted, I may not be the Queen Bee of Domestication, but I do so like to look the part.
And I’ll start with this apron from Pier 1 {please and thank you}:
My aunt gave it to my mum for Mother’s Day–and it’s ridiculously cute. More so than the photo could ever convey.
I wonder if my mom would notice it missing? Or maybe I should buy my own…the vintage halter, perhaps?!
Happy Earth day, dear readers! Any impressive plans to save the planet?
As you might have guessed, I’m more of a baby-steps kind of person. That said, my big goal is to remember my reuseable shopping bags every time I go shopping. Right now I’m about 80-30, in favor of forgetfulness.
I don’t see how I could forget them. They’re Bee-wise oilcloth bags. They’re bright and cheery; I receive compliments each time I use them. The last time it was from the cashier, who just happened to be a guy… he said they were awesome, then he got this far away look in his eyes. “Sorry,” he said, “I was drifting for awhile. But I swear, these bags remind me of something. I think maybe I had a toy made out of this material.” He chuckled to himself, and then continued bagging my groceries. I’m telling you, they’re good times had by all …
They’re also up to the task. I was given two, you see. I’ve been waiting to get more until I see the latest designs–I saw the material being considered and it was love. But the thing with two is even if you get ten-bags-worth of groceries, the cashier thinks she must put them all in your two bags. By the end, they’re so heavy you can barely drag them back to your car… then you need a fork lift to get them in the trunk.
And yet, my handles remain.
See what I mean? Hard to forget …
All the same, here’s to you and me and every little thing we do to help our home-away-from-home!
