A Bounty of Blistex and Beautiful Blooms

hey y'all,

and a very happy valentine's day to y'all!

okay, so it's a day early but in this house, we celebrate things whenever we feel like it. and since tomorrow (the real day of love and flowers and chocolates and other nonsensical stuff) is a monday, my DH decided to surprise me with a bouquet of red roses and boxes of blistex this morning.

as i stumbled into the kitchen (♫♪♫ to pour myself a cup of ambition ♪♫♪), i was blown away by these gorgeous roses ... sitting pretty next to boxes and boxes of my beloved blistex!

also, my valentine wrote me a poem (he's a poet and he knows it!) and presented it to me on a sweet, pink handmade card.

all together now ladies: awwwwwww ... sighhhhhhhhhh.

i know. i have a winner, a keeper, a dandy. he works hard so i don't have to. kinda like those scrubbing bubbles ... haha. i could go on and on about all he does for me, but i don't want y'all to hate me because i have such a wonderful husband. hate me because i'm beautiful. bwahahahahahaha!!

i had a terrific junkin' day with my darling daughter yesterday. just the two of us. she's so funny ... and fun to be with! we hit an estate sale in temple, among other things. it was only her second estate sale ever and so she's still sorting out how she feels about them.

a sweeeeeet lil perfume bottle. so tiny, so old. love it!
i've blogged before about the mixed emotions they elicit. it's sad to rummage through the remains of a dead person's life ... all the things they've collected through the years. on the other hand, it's utterly fascinating to explore and discover all the things they've collected in their lives.

you can't tell in the picture, but this gorgeous vintage bonnet is a light green. it. is. KILLER.
tara did well and actually finished perusing before i did. that's because she's inexperienced in the art of digging and sifting, which as you all know, that's how you find the treasures. but when i met up with her in one of the back bedrooms, she looked pale and slightly panicked. she had just looked in the master bathroom and eyed a box labeled "ladies urinal", along with other medical-type supplies.

apparently, this made her "creepiness meter" go berserk. she was ready to check out. literally and figuratively. so while she waited in the car, i finished shopping and then took my leave as well.

this estate sale had lots of old lace to go along with the arsenic in the master bath. okay, i'm kidding. no arsenic.
no doubt about it. estate sales are an acquired taste. some are absolutely fab, some are duds. but if i'm being honest, every single one of them has a "creep factor". some just hide it better than others.

at the estate sale, i found a great pair of old heavy duty scissors that cut like a dream! the handmade-looking journal was a score from a temple thrift shop

old chenille pillow with some added lace and vintage button. adorable!
hope y'all have a great week of valentines and chocolate, plenty of hugs and kisses ... and lots and lots of happiness and love.

love and hugs,
terrylee

my favorite piece from the estate sale: a gorgeous black dress that is approximately 100 years old. it belonged to the mother of an 86 year old woman. she said she remembers her mother wearing the dress, with a slip-type undergarment. good thing ... it's v. sheer! and oh-so-beautiful!

up close

hmmm, could be romantical, no? :)

Bliss

hey y'all,

i think i'm finally on the mend and hope to hit the junkin' trail again real soon. which means i should have some terrific treasure finds to share with you on my next post!

meantime, if you read my last post, you saw my lovely pink tulips, a valentine gift from my dear hubby. well, i actually got another gift on v-day. nothing says i love you (at least to moi) like a big ol' bowl of bliss!! blistex, that is.

my tulips ... and blistex for my two lips. i promise that's the last time i use that pun .... this year.

those of you who know me personally know that i go through blistex like there's no tomorrow. some of you have even gone as far as to imply that i have a problem. an addiction, even.

okay, so i've been using it since i was 11 years old and haven't been without a tube since.

okay, i do get a little queasy when i'm down to my last tube and there's a possibility of running out.

and yes, i do like to be stocked up on the product. just. in. case. just in case of what, i'm not sure. a nuclear war? they stop manufacturing it? there's a blistex shortage?!

and okay ... i did give strict instructions to my next of kin (hubby and daughter) that they were to be armed with blistex and ice chips when i got out of my surgeries. and god-forbid, if anything happened to me and i lost my faculties (again, some of you have implied that's already happened), someone is supposed to keep blistex ON. MY. LIPS. AT. ALL. TIMES.

20 tubes from my lovah boy. not 19, not 21. 20 even (i also have an issue with odd numbers ... don't we all?).

but no, i'm not addicted. i just like the feel of it on my lips. it keeps them soft and moisturized. and when i don't have it on my lips, well, my life starts to unravel and then the voices in my head get louder.

heh heh

speaking of those voices, when i'm stressed, they tell me to eat little white donuts. this is a situation that goes waaaay back to my childhood. my mama used to give them to us (kids) while on road trip vacations. we'd pull over to a rest stop at breakfast time and out came the little white donuts and a mason jar full of ice cold milk (kept in the old red metal ice chest in the trunk).

so as you can see, i have a history with lil white donuts. anyhow, i've been a little on the sTrEsSeD side lately (not so's anyone could notice, eh, right?) and that's when i tend to eat. a lot. of little white donuts. if they're around.

look how pretty. bwaahahahaha! as IF i eat them off a sweet homer laughlin rose plate!! no, y'all. when i'm in a full-blown lil white donut feeding frenzy, they are eaten straight out of the bag.

yesterday, after our back to back dental appointments, hubby and i stopped by the grocery store for milk. lo and behold (yes, dana, some of us do talk like that!) they had a special display up front of lil white donuts. buy one bag, get one free!!!!

so i snatched myself two bags of those precious powdery pastries and asked hubby if we should just go ahead and stock up since they were on sale.

"don't you think one bag is enough for now?" hubby asked, with an incredulous stare, i might add.

"you mean two bags, right? there are TWO bags there," i replied.

"yeah, one bag for me ... one for you," he explained.

oh. one bag for me. i thought i was getting both bags. silly me. i guess i'll be heading back to the store real soon then.

stress + bag of lil white donuts = one sitting.

guess my hubby doesn't know his math very well.

love and hugs,
terry lee

my valentine from ms. valentine. thanks, mary!!