I am a horse.

No really, I am. And read that correctly, I said horse, not house. At least this is what my friend told me. You see, I don't know that many women (that wear makeup and fix their hair) who can wrestle a 2,000lb couch into the back of a pickup truck all by themselves. OK, so it wasn't exactly 2,000lbs and it wasn't a huge sleeper sofa. More like a "setee" my mother calls it, but it is very, very old and they don't make setee's like they use to. In fact, I don't think they make them at all. Also on the move was a lovely floral tapestried wingback chair, which brings me to the explanation of why I was so desperate to haul them. They look really, really bad. AWFUL. Verging on grotesque. Someone I know is going to transform these cast offs into lovely sitting pieces for our new home. They called me, saying they know of my furniture's lowly state of being, with no hope of making themselves beautiful on their own. Desiring them to be placed in a special place of comfort and protection under our new roof, I had no choice but to pick them up alone, sacrificing my body (as well as the diamond out of my engagement ring) and place them securely in the pickup truck for the journey to transformation. The ride wasn't always easy. At one point I accelerated hard, and the wingback wanted to bolt out of the truck on it's own, but I would never take off faster than that chair could handle, I made sure that nothing would let it fall. On to the drop off point we traveled together, singing to the music and flying right over all the rest of the bumps and turns in the road. Finally, we reached our destination, I stopped the truck myself and brought my tattered and worn furniture pieces inside. The one who called me looked at the chairs and yet spoke to me. I stood between them and explained how I had sacrificed myself to get them there and even though the choice to do it that way had proved to be very costly, it was the only way possible. The promise of hope was given, and restoration would be complete as we both rejoiced in the beauty that would soon come for these precious sitting pieces. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE FINISHED PRODUCT IN MY HOME!
You know, I may be paying for it today, but sometimes it is good to be a horse.

{{{By the way, there will be a stone searching party in my front yard at Noon today!}}}

Indian Summer Pool Party!!

Go get the Rubbermaids and start digging for those summer flip flops you just put away, this lovely 80 degree weather in mid- October is giving me the itch and a hankerin' for a pool party!

I know the itch is really from the poison ivy my family is currently enduring, but just what exactly is a "hankerin'???" Could be one of those Foxism's that only my Dad could explain... Sis- any input on that, as well as homeopathic remedies for that itch?

Anyway, I think maybe we could gather and sip smoothies poolside in a week or so, but I'll have to keep you posted on that one.

6 1/2 WEEKS and counting...

Move in date is still set for the week of Thanksgiving - but there's sooooo much to be done. Ya like the brick??? I was afraid it would look too purple. I am now in the process of figuring out all the lighting, door pulls, knobs, finishes, etc...

Friday we spent our day on itty bitty bike seats for 30 miles, from Vail Pass down to Vail and over to Avon, Colorado. Saturday we were in the saddle, can you guess just what is sore now?

Not your typical trail ride!

Saturday was spent on horseback with our guide, Jeff, in the middle of this pic - the one that looks like he belongs on horseback in Colorado!

God of Wonders!

Words just can't describe the beauty of Colorado in the fall, the golden tipped Aspen trees, the deep green of the evergreens, the stony bluffs, and the bluer than blue skies. Amazing. I'll let the pictures speak instead...