momma's on the town

We awoke to a beautiful and cold morning. Today was a special and vintage kind of day. I headed out this morning to the Ruffles and Rust vintage flea market in Monroe. If you like vintage finds and fabulously handcrafted treasures, this was your event. I came home with this:

Ok, please find the humor in it. The moment I saw it, I smiled. Each black section you see is a "cubby". I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it but don't you think the "Funny Farm" fits our home perfectly? It was made for us. I couldn't pass it up. I think it will find it's way into the bedroom of one of the rugrats.

                                                          My self reflection for the day.



My luck continued today when I was handed the keys to THE TRUCK. Yep. I was rolling in the '47 Ford to pick up 9 bales of hay at Dayville Feed Store in Snohomish. I picked up my Mom on the way. Bob, the owner approached me and tried to get me to sell him the truck. He knows that handy husband always turns him down. Well, he just met wise wife.

Isn't he cute? I don't live on a dude ranch with a cowboy but man I got close! If I could only remember the things they taught be about roping when I was in Texas...then I could teach him how to do that. Just like I taught him how to shoot a gun. (Yes, his first successful shot was directly after my advice). Surely pure luck, but I'll take the credit.