I love buying used decorating books from Amazon. Most times they have been looked at once and then resold for the price of a magazine. I just received White on White by Stephanie Hoppen. I love an all white decorating scheme. Seems wildly impractical yet so soothing.
I decided to just go with it and redo the bedding in the guest room. I just have to keep her royal majesty out of there. She likes to nap right in the spot where the sun is starting to hit. She thinks it is her room.
I was going through my bedding to see what I could use and I found a matlesse coverlet that I have absolutely no recollection of buying. I must have been sleep-shopping.
When I got up this morning Rick said "oh! Are you ready to spend the day doing yard work?" I called his bluff and said "why yes I am." It didn't go well after that. Next thing I know I'm wielding a rake, I'm sprayed down to within an inch of my life with mosquito repellent (the rest of you don't need this. You just need me in the vicinity. No mosquito will bother you if I am within 100 yards) and I was using muscles I thought we had evolved away from.
It's lovely living on five, tree covered acres. Until the Fall when twelve metric tons of leaves fall, get sodden and need dealing with. Ricks blows them into strategic piles in the Fall and early Spring he loads them up into his trailer and takes them to the dump (this involves three or four trips) – all while I am changing the bedding in the guest room.
This year I decided to help. It's raking leaves, how hard can it be?
Next year we are getting field hands, that's all I'm saying. I've never been so dirty and sore in my entire life. And the sad thing is we are only halfway done. And that's not even the worst of it. The trees are budding! There are brand new leaves developing as we speak!
Where's that cat? I need to take a nap with her.















