IT’S CALLED SHABBY CHIC

bar dotsIt may be called “shabby chic” but I call it shabby shit and Craigslist is filled with shabby shit.
I’m not a fan of painted wood. I’m just not. It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me and then to go that “extra mile” and make it look even shittier by scuffing it up in places?
Yeah no.
Unless said “shabby chic” piece came out of a 100 yr. old farmhouse and was originially painted by great-great-great-great Grandpa Joe? – Just say no.
Seriously? This is just a chipped up old table with a shitty paint job.

And whoever is responsible for this hideous Pepto-Bismol makeover is an idiot. My grandma had this set and the wood underneath this atrocity is absolutely beautiful.
bar dotsAnother word people throw around when they’re trying to sell shit on Craigslist. “Vintage.”
I call it vintage vomit.
Okay, first of all, “super cute?? No.
Second. Seriously? “NO HOLDS.”
I’m pretty sure people aren’t  lining up n’ taking numbers to get this gem.

Another piece my grandma had. A whole set actually. Again, the wood underneath is beautiful. Morons.
bar dotsI totally get that some people like this look and even go out of their way to personally achieve it. But on antiques or super cool retro pieces?? Just say no. Step away from the Martha Stewart kool-aid and just say no…
This whole trend just isn’t for me.
My taste in wood is much like my taste in people. I prefer natural beauty.

SIDE NOTE: If you’re really trying to sell something online or otherwise.
DON’T use grandpa as a selling point. Nobody wants to smell like grandpa.
“This fragrance reminds me of a beloved grandpa, after a shave and haircut at the barber shop! Heart notes of amber and rum with a light top note of musk and Bay make this irresistible!”
(A random post from somebody selling a bar of soap.)
bar dotsBUJO 411 (Excerpts from one of my bullet journals)
**No more triple digit heat. All week temps in the 80’s. I can live with that.
**5 wildfires out of control. None are close. The smoke is blanketing our city. Air quality zero. Lots of people wearing masks.
**Pup to the groomer.
**Get one Christmas quilt done.
**Finish current read.
bar dotsYour turn to weigh in. What say ye’?
Shabby chic or shabby shit???
Vintage or vintage vomit?
bar dotsMimi’s quote for the day –
Find something beautiful today. Embrace it. Appreciate it. Accept it.
And smile.
Happy Monday folks!
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PIECES OF ME

I feel like I should be a magician on my blog.
Now you see me. Now you don’t.
I’ve delayed posting because I may be traveling soon and my travels won’t allow for regular blogging so I was going to wait until I got back. As of this post, it’s still up in the air, so here I am back at it in the off chance that my travel plans fall through. I suppose I could write some drivel and schedule posts for when/if I’m gone but pre-scheduled posting doesn’t work for me.
In the words of Julia Roberts in ‘Pretty Woman,’ “I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kinda’ girl.”
My friend “Frannie” said that I should write more of the real life shit that actually happens and not the fluff that I have been writing. So, ready or not, here are a few real life shit “pieces of me.”
My life as of late. Nothing earth-shattering. I do what I do.
Sewing, reading, writing, church on Sundays, meeting up with friends when all of our planets align, and lately, going to a never ending stream of doctor appointments.According to my oncologist, I am cancer free and should be for the rest of my life. – Go me! –
On the flip side of that coin is the thought, yeah well, 3 months before I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer my primary doc gave me a clean bill of health but told me to quit smoking and lose some weight. So my current oncologist telling me that I should be cancer free for the rest of my life, meh, maybe, maybe not but definitely words of hope to hang onto. The reality is though, once you have cancer, every cough, every itch, every nap will unconsciously send your thoughts and heart racing back to, “what if it’s the cancer again?” It’s the nature of the beast.
Cancer will always be a part of me.
It will always be the boogie man hiding under the bed.
Other real life shit. Altho my oncologist says I’m cancer free I am not free of the side effects of my cancer treatment.I have chronic neuropathy in my feet which will keep me on the disability list for the rest of my life. It will never get better, only worse, which is somewhat frightening because at this moment I’d like to take a chainsaw and cut my feet off. Not even kidding. The pain is excruciating.
Tonight my feet are blocks of ice and numb until I stub my toe or bump a table leg, then it’s like you’re outside in the freezing cold, no gloves, your fingers are so cold they hurt and then you bump one? That pain? TIMES A MILLION. Throughout the day it feels like my feet are on fire and I’m walking on shards of glass and hot coals. There is no in between, it is always, forever will be, one or the other.

Neuropathy is the gift that keeps on giving and comes with side effects of it’s very own. Not only are my feet fucked up but also my back because with neuropathy you walk so cautiously favoring one foot over the other, or both, it throws everything off and your back does a lit’l twist n’ shout all it’s own. Back surgery is definitely in my future but not my immediate future.

I have an appointment with a pain specialist next month so we’ll see what he can do. None of the neuropathy medications on the market work for me and I don’t do pain meds because they have zero effect on me. Vicodin speeds me up and the rest are like taking Ibuprofen so I take Ibuprofen.
More real life shit? I’ve been diagnosed with adult ADHD. Shocking. I know. I also started therapy.
Apparently I have issues. Who doesn’t?
This is what therapy looks like most days.
Seriously. I got these on my first session and I use them a lot. In therapy, we chat and I color. At home, I color 20 minutes before bed. Supposed to clear the mind. It works.

We talk a lot about to toxic people and situations and the importance of eliminating both from my life. Fortunately, as I was weaning myself off a few they hurried things along by being assholes and eliminated themselves so yay, less work for me to do.
Whew. I think that’s enough real life shit for the moment. There’s other real life shit going on but it’s the same for everybody.
Politics, shooting, more politics, more shootings. I give up on all of it. It makes no sense.
Happy Monday folks. Here’s to making it through the day without shooting someone over their politics, their religion, who they love, where they live or how much or how little money they make.
When we were kids we all walked to school together. We sat and learned together, and at the end of the day we walked each other home and chatted along the way.
What happened to us?
Mimi’s quote for the day –

MISSED CONNECTION MONDAY

This “Missed Connection Monday” is brought to you by your local Craigslist.
These are real “love notes” that strangers leave for other strangers in the ‘Personals’ section of Craigslist.
Or as I like to call it, ‘Your local serial killer hunting ground.’
Not.Even.Kidding

WE MET AT HOBBY LOBBY – (66-year-old male, 6’2″, divorced)
You were the dark brown haired woman looking at a dog pictures and frames for your daughter for Christmas. I was the tall, older salt & pepper haired man you asked which frame to select…..I chose the darker frame. I asked you about my selection of metal art. I’m divorced, and I noticed you weren’t wearing a wedding ring. We kept eyeing each other, and you surprisingly approached. I felt instantly connected with you…..I was almost breathless. I wanted to ask you your name and to go get coffee, but you walked away and I didn’t. If you felt the same connection, please respond. I think of you sometimes, and know we’ll probably never meet again. I’m just sorry I created this possible missed opportunity.
**– Written by a SIXTY SIX YEAR OLD MAAAANNNNNNNN! – Really???? Small chat at a fucking Hobby Lobby over picture frames and metal art left you breathless??? This makes me question not only your physical health but your mental health as well. She walked away?? I would’ve fucking ran!
COSTCO
You were talking on your phone pushing a cart. Bland hair, very pretty! We made eye contact multiple times and felt like there was a connection. It’s a shot in the dark, but worth a shot
**No age, height or relationship status on this one but I can tell you, the only shot this guy is getting, is shot down! “You were talking on the phone…” Yeah, she was probably calling 911!
You can’t fucking spell and you had a “connection???”
FLYING J GIRL
I don’t know if you were flirting or just putting on a customer service attitude (as a guy these days… I just can’t assume). You were on the register by the front door.
I made “manly sounds” at the credit card machine.
**No specifics on this one either but trust me, your age, height and relationship status don’t matter. All the “Flying J Girl” needs to do is RUUUUUNNNNNNNNN!
You were making “manly sounds???” Dude. What the fuck??
BEAUTIFUL LADY NEEDS A ROCKSTAR! (37, single, athletic body, 6’0)
Every time I come in the store I hope to see your beautiful smile. Yesterday when I was in I said hello you turned, smiled and said you needed to grab a rockstar to start your day and laughed a little bit. Your smile and amazingly deep green eyes take my breath away. You light up the whole store and everyone around you. If you see this just know im working up the courage to ask you on a date. Please keep smiling that beautiful smile.
**My advice to you “beautiful lady.” Again. Run. Just fucking run…
ADA COUNTY COURTHOUSE
Dang! I was hoping to talk with you, sorry I was on the phone in elevator after we left mediation rooms………………your eyes and thighs drove me wild and your smile made me melt!!!! Tell me what I said to you as I went to my own mediation room and where I was sitting in the courtroom when we were given instructions so I know this is you!
**Yeah. What could possibly go wrong with this “missed connection?” Dang!
Of course, what I really want to know is how many people actually connect from these missed connections. I mean, so, loser Joe Schmoe posts his undying love and devotion for someone he made eye contact with – eye contact people, fucking eye contact – and then loser Janey Juniper is combing the “missed connection” section of Craigslist to find her eye contact Prince Charming?? I don’t get it. Like seriously. How does this work? Why does this work? Does it work?! It just sounds like a place where all the freaks meet. And don’t even get me started on the safety factors…
People laugh at me all the time because I’m very much a ‘Criminal Minds’ girl and I think everyone is an unsub. Ask my kids. They’ll tell you, “Mom thinks everyone is a serial killer.” It’s true, I do. Mostly. Whatever. What I also think is that this whole “missed connection” thing is a breeding ground for a myriad of criminal activity and it’s only a matter of time before a reality crime show is named after it. But I wanna’ know what YOU think.
Yea or Nay on missed connections?
OR have you ever participated in this type of online stalking connection?? If you have I would love to make fun of you for it hear all about it!
Oh, and by the way. I’m joining Corinne over at ‘Everyday Gyaan’ for “Monday Musings” and you can too! Just click on the pic below.

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Happy Monday folks!

MOODY MONDAY

Dear Self,
It’s cold. It’s pouring down rain. It’s 4:30 in the morning, why the hell aren’t you sleeping???

Yeah, well, “self” has no answer for that so here I sit, bright eyed and bushy haired, coffee in hand ready to take on the day. Okay, not really ready at this moment but a few more cups of my cowboy coffee with ‘Frosted Sugar Cookie’ creamer in it and I will be!

If you guys haven’t tried this stuff right here, you really should because it will turn any cup of coffee into a cup of heaven. So, so yummy. Like a Christmas cookie in a mug!
Love this stuff!
Side note: Obviously I drink a lot of tea at my house too.
#lipton  #yogi  #sleepytime

The mood just kinda’ struck me for today’s prompt as I came across some rather interesting Christmas ornaments online and I thought, who would put this shit on their Christmas tree?? Personally, I wouldn’t hang not a one of ’em on any tree in my home but to each his/her own if you happen to be in the nut hut, right?

Creepy doll face. No thanks.

Creepy, old German ornaments. I think my parents actually had some ornaments similar to these and I’m pretty sure I thought they were creepy then too.

Serial killer ornament?

Um, just because you put a Santa hat on it doesn’t make it Christmassy…

What THE hell?? Who’s sitting around thinking, hey, I know! Let’s snap the arm off of a doll, glitter it up and hang it on the tree!

This one? Just let me vomit right now. Vile and disgusting.. Who the hell could look at this thing on their Christmas tree???

And last but not least… The creepy dead girl suspended in some kind of a cage. I don’t even know.. This is just too freaky for me, and again nooottttthiiing I’m hanging on my Christmas tree!

So, “Would you or wouldn’t you” hang these ornaments on your Christmas tree???
And if any of you say yes, let me just say this right now. You’re a freak.

**Participating in #Monday Musings with ‘Write Tribe.’