Did I introduce you to Betsey? Yes…I did in a quick post the other day. In case you missed it, Betsey is my version of the cow head on the wall thing that people are doing. I love it! Have you seen it? Miss Mustard Seed has one and has made it very popular. I love her. Don’t you? Anyway…one day I was a a yard sale and I found Betsey. She was lying there on the table….(Can one lay down if one is only a head?)….and it dawned “uponst” me….that I could have my own version of a cow head on the wall…for a smidge of the price. Now…that is not to say…that I wouldn’t love to have a big one…but for now…Betsey will do just fine. I am sad to say that I do not have a before picture, so get your imagination up and running. She used to be white with golden, glowing eyes. I believe that in her former life…she was a towel holder or something. Now she is just beautiful….watching me cook. (Btw: That is my very own preserved Boxwood. You can do it!) Betsey is a doll…in her espresso makeover. The other post about Betsey were pictures from my phone. We will call this Betsey’s glamour shot. 😉
So now onto my favorite pumpkin. I’m just throwing this in because it’s almost fall. The pumpkin, I’m thinkin’, was marked down last year because it was getting close to Christmas. I love it. It’s my favorite fake pumpkin of all time. Now the little bowl has a chip…so I got it at TJ Maxx (another fave!) for a song. (No…I didn’t sing and dance…but I would have…if they had asked.) It was a very thrifty price.
Last but not least….the Joy of Cooking. I found this little blue beauty at a yard sale the other day. I was in love. The color. The popularity of this book. The grease splatters from the woman that owned it for years. The notes left inside. The history of this cookbook. All of it. It was so worth the two dollars. I believe that this one is a third edition. There is something about old books that just grab me.
I don’t want to let you go without mentioning what today is. In my quiet time this morning, I thanked the Lord for keeping us safe since the dreadful day, twelve years ago. I was expecting our second child and it was a very scary and sad time. My heart goes out to those…that will never recover from that dreadful day. Not fully anyway. There are so many that lost so much and I pray that today they are comforted by those that care and hold them up in prayer. I am also very thankful for those that have fought this battle. I don’t ever want to take for granted those that serve to make this country what it is.
May God continue to bless America,
p.s. Thank you to all that commented on my last post! It was a joy to read what you had to say! I LOVE your comments!