One year, folks, one year of thankful posts! That makes 520 written thankfuls (or less since I know I fudged a few times, but still).
It's been worth it. After all, I became a cohost through a couple of well-placed hints (or a straightforward offer), and I've met some truly worthwhile people: cohosts, regulars, and the occasional drop-in. The TToT, and the way people choose to write it, really can give an interesting (though not full, Clark) insight into people's lives.
So, let's call that #1-#5 because that's huge, admit it.
And let's call that the leaf truck came by the first day #2 because my piles didn't have time to blow away.
And for #3, I'll call on the moment I discovered that I had chosen to make paper poppies on a highly appropriate day. I really didn't think about it being Veterans' Day (or Remembrance, if you're of the British persuasion, Lizzi) until I was nearly done. But aren't they pretty? And appropriate?
An off chance gave me the motivation to relocate the large plastic storage boxes in our basement. I happened to open the one labeled Sarah-College and found...my beloved light blue Tshirt that my mother once threw away and my father once rescued and is far too thin to wear in public (and why would I advertise an insurance company?) but holds happy memories and the faintest traces of paint handprints. I wrote a whole post about it, and at the time, thought it was long gone. But it turns out I put it in this plastic tub (where it hardly belongs) when we moved in to this house.
If you ignore the open drawer, unmade bed, and clothes on the floor, I'll someday show you a picture of my 25-year-old sweatshirt.
Oh, and I finished a major project: this Advent calendar for my sister. It's a near replica of one made by my maternal grandmother in the mid 70s for our family. I remade one for my sister's family, and am nearly done with the one for my own.
The downside of my week was when I heard my daughter cry, "I spilled my beautiful nail polish!"
Words you do not want to hear, amiright?
Let's just say I dropped those hotpads and ran. To discover large bubble-gum-colored circles adorning the hand-me-down chair I recovered all by myself a few months ago. Not that it was particularly well-done, but all by myself.
So, are you ready for the thankfuls?
After I stripped off the cushion covers and poured all the nail polish remover in the house on the stains, I emailed our neighborhood listserv asking for more bottles. Two people showed up at the door with nail poish remover to donate to the cause.
Not one of us passed out from the fumes.
Even though the stains set, and there was no budging them, I did get the nail polish off the floor, the chair frame, and the lamp.
And when I went to the fabric store the next morning, I found the fabric I needed in stock and bought enough to remake the cushion covers for $20.
Now comes the remaking. Ugh.
And so, how was your week?
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Amycake and the Dude, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, Mother of Imperfection, Rewritten, Thankful Me, The Wakefield Doctrine
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