If It Isn’t Glued Down…

The fact is, much to the chagrin of The Husband and Robert The Carpenter, if it isn’t glued down, I will in time move it. Just the facts, ma’am.

Robert will work his magnificent carpentry skills in my house, then happen to come inside one day and say, “Well, where’s such and such?”

It’s banished to another room. Or being used for something else. Or temporarily in the garage. That’s where it is. Robert is a single man. He doesn’t understand such tomfoolery, it is abundantly apparent.

Here’s Robert outside working on the flower bed border and little pond redo. I call this “the thinking pose.” (Of course he doesn’t know I’m in the house photographing him! Oh, I’m so wicked.)

Here’s what all he’s pondering.

They’ve stopped asking why something is not where it was the day before. It’s a moot point.

When I start tidying up, I’m going to look at whatever it is I’m dusting and think: Now that would look good over there. And off it goes to a new nesting spot. Temporarily, that is.

I brought in an old red bench that has sat out in the elements a few years. Just the perfect chippy shabbiness we long for.

As you can see, I’ve moved the large red bench that was in this spot to the left side of the couch. (Well, maybe you can’t see. I’ve got so much stuff around it.) But oh, let me tell you why. There’s actually a reason for that piece getting moved.

Here, I took another photo. You can see a little bit of it here. You’ll understand why I’ve got it wedged against the wall in a minute, out of harm’s way.

See Bonnie and Charlie getting along so handsomely below? Well, it doesn’t work out quite the same way with Abi and the cats. Abi has a little jealousy problem. On Friday, after my birthday dinner, I was in the kitchen doing something. The Husband was sitting on the couch and Bonnie happened to get up close to him. All I know is the next thing I hear furniture getting knocked over, a screeching hissing cat, and my little pretties rolling across the floor.

Apparently Abi had seen that Bonnie was getting some attention and jumped smack in the middle of her. Bonnie is like a body of water. She just spills across a space. A hefty girl. Whilst jumping, Abi hit the edge of both the red and the black bench in front of the couch, sending them flying. My dough board with candles broke and the candles rolled hither and yon. Cat hair was flying. This Mama hears this racket and comes flying out of the kitchen with dish towel in hand. I start whopping Abi with it. Charlie is so frightened he jumps up and down my leg, begging me to pick him up and get him away from the fray. Suddenly my little garden room is a complete mess in a matter of about ten seconds.

Here’s the little beast looking innocent as a lamb. Don’t let looks deceive you. Or weight. She’s the smallest pet in the house. And by far the meanest. I call her Crabby Abi for a reason, you know.

So that set me to moving things about. I can’t move the glass wraparound desk, as it’s probably not possible. Or I’d already have done so. But don’t count me out on that one yet either. And the bookshelves. Those are a little hard to deal with too. So they tend to stay in the same spot.

Off topic, I found this red napkin holder in the back of a cabinet yesterday. Decided I could use it to display my notebooks of house and garden inspiration.

Anyway, the dough bowl got glued back together. Miraculously nothing else got broken. Or I might have worn out that poor dish towel on Abi’s behind. She managed to bite Bonnie’s ear while in her rage. I can’t for the life of me figure out why the other three pets don’t teach her a lesson and jump in the middle of her one day. Such is the life of a pet mom.

A giveaway is being held over at Bunny Jeans Decor & More. Read about it here: http://bunnyjeansdecorandmore.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway-nothing-to-have-to-do.html

Just look what you could win:

I wanted to mention that I sometimes get questions in your comments, and I always try to answer them. But some of you don’t have your email address on your Blogger profile. Or you don’t have your profile made public. So I can’t get back to you. Please email me with your question if you don’t want to enable your email address on your profile. I don’t want you to think I’m being rude. I just have no way to contact you!

There was one question about where I saw a sign last week, and it was near Chandler, Texas. Just outside of Tyler, and just before you get to Edom.

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