The minute I entered Randolph Mercantile, this bunny spoke to me... I turned her down for about 30 minutes, but the longer I waited on my partners in crime, the more she gave me "the look." I had to have her. My friend asked about her boy bunny counterpart, but I said, "Nah. I think she laid the eggs and colored the eggs, and packed the eggs... I think she'll be sufficient." haha...
She told me on the way home her name is Madge. I like that.
This little treasure box is "presumably" for a gift for someone... We shall see...
These metal provision boxes are HUGE! I know chickens don't fit in with most of the beautiful Victorian blogs I see.. In a perfect world, these would be in my pantry or my kitchen or on an open airy porch... But in reality, they are WONDERFUL for my bedroom. I color coded my long-sleeved tees and sweaters, darks in the big black tin, reds and pinks in the red, and whites and browns in the mustard one... My dad built this closet as a coat closet with exactly two feet of clothes rod. I have zero chests of drawers.... It's a lifesaver for space down here.... And I'm kind of an old cluck at heart.... I can be two people, style-wise. I can oooh and ahhh over Romantic Country... or I can just settle in and let my soul drink in old French Country Primitive.... Or Old World Country... Maybe by the time I leave this old world, there will only be one Country I love... haha... Today was a dentist appointment with an excavation through the jaw line and UNDER a 32-year old crown and a shot of Novocaine to the nerve (by accident)!!! Felt like lightning hit my tongue and I talked "weally fudny" for hours... You've heard the expression, "I've got fillings older than he is!"?????? Well, same goes for crowns... 1977.... wow.... That was a good job, I'd say.... Night...
The minute I entered Randolph Mercantile, this bunny spoke to me... I turned her down for about 30 minutes, but the longer I waited on my partners in crime, the more she gave me "the look." I had to have her. My friend asked about her boy bunny counterpart, but I said, "Nah. I think she laid the eggs and colored the eggs, and packed the eggs... I think she'll be sufficient." haha...
She told me on the way home her name is Madge. I like that.
This little treasure box is "presumably" for a gift for someone... We shall see...
These metal provision boxes are HUGE! I know chickens don't fit in with most of the beautiful Victorian blogs I see.. In a perfect world, these would be in my pantry or my kitchen or on an open airy porch... But in reality, they are WONDERFUL for my bedroom. I color coded my long-sleeved tees and sweaters, darks in the big black tin, reds and pinks in the red, and whites and browns in the mustard one... My dad built this closet as a coat closet with exactly two feet of clothes rod. I have zero chests of drawers.... It's a lifesaver for space down here.... And I'm kind of an old cluck at heart.... I can be two people, style-wise. I can oooh and ahhh over Romantic Country... or I can just settle in and let my soul drink in old French Country Primitive.... Or Old World Country... Maybe by the time I leave this old world, there will only be one Country I love... haha... Today was a dentist appointment with an excavation through the jaw line and UNDER a 32-year old crown and a shot of Novocaine to the nerve (by accident)!!! Felt like lightning hit my tongue and I talked "weally fudny" for hours... You've heard the expression, "I've got fillings older than he is!"?????? Well, same goes for crowns... 1977.... wow.... That was a good job, I'd say.... Night...
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Sorry about the tooth. I had to chuckle at your description of the post anesthesia speech. Two weeks ago we went for an interview at Longwood with Mikey and his friend Emily. Emily's Mom had to have emergency dental work right before we had to be there. Let's just say that if it were she that was being evaluated her funny speech may have shut down that opportunity. Thankfully, the director of the program was so nice.
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