Wow - I was seriously burnt out last week - and I do mean seriously.
I seem to be able to go and go and go - and then I collapse in a mental and physical overpowering exhaustion. I'm an extremist to the nth degree - have never been able to find middle ground anywhere.
My house is either immaculate - or disgusting -
I'm either painting 5 dressers in a week - or I don't pick up a paint brush at all -
I cook up a storm for awhile - and then I stop - completely
And as you can see, it's now spilled out onto my blog.
Go go go Suzan - don't stop - write something up everyday - until there's not one single word left in you to say.........
DO NOT SPREAD ANYTHING OUT.
Just keep passing " GO " over and over again..............
HOW DO THE BIG BLOGGERS DO IT????????????????????
Anyway - for those of you who left comments - some over the top caring comments - about how it doesn't matter whether I reply to you or not -
Here's the thing.
It DOES in fact matter.
But I just wasn't able to do it - and now with over 600 emails in my in-box, I'm afraid catch up isn't going to happen - so I'm just going to move forward - take my time - and visit all of you as I can.
AND I have another makeover - and tons of songs to torment you with ( just to prove that I really did get my groove back :)
Remember this fellow?
He's part of the set that I picked up last October for a ridiculous price HERE
Doesn't he look unassuming? I'm always doing girly makeovers - time to turn this antique into a macho
boys club type of guy - I could just see John sitting here with a book and his feet up beside this gentleman.
"This is a man's world - this is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing without a woman "
Well James Brown you certainly got that right................and this woman decided this man needed a makeover.
Badly....................
Meet Scott Fitzgerald.
Normally I would have painted out the handles - but decided not to because of April's decision to keep
here handles as they were .................and I'm loving how the brass pops against the deep grey..........
"Walk like a man - talk like a man
Walk like a man, my son"
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| I was going to name him Sue - after me - but that's just ridiculous whoever heard of A Boy Named Sue? |
I have such an evil grin on my face when I type in the lyrics..............because I know without a doubt that
at least one of you is going to be stuck with one of these songs in your head - the downside being I can't get ANY them out of my head now.............( small price to pay to drive you nuts bwaahhh )
I'm as corny as Kansas in August,
I'm as normal as blueberry pie.
No more a smart little girl with no heart,
I have found me a wonderful guy!
Check out his
You all have a great day -
as for me?
are you ready for this?
I'll just be here
biding my time and watching Scotty grow
Much love,
Sharing with!
I should be mopping the floor Homemaker on a dime CraftOManiac
Keeping it Simple Under the Table & Dreaming A lived in home
Knick of Time My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia TwelveOEight
Not Just a Housewife Homework Common Ground
Craftionary French Country Cottage Redoux
Becoming Martha My Romantic HOme I heart nap time
Under the Table & Dreaming
