Grocery Store Flowers in a Thrifted Milk Pitcher

With Much Anticipation

 On Thursdays we do date nights, switching kids and switching parents so everyone gets plenty of turns. One of the best routines we've ever instituted in our family.

Last Thursday, Lucette and Pops went out for their date. Lucette always likes to dress up for her evenings out. Flouncy dresses are good for skipping and one can never be too overdressed to get frozen yogurt with the main man in one's life.

The adoration abounds.

Doctor's Orders

Taking an imposed break due to some persistent back/neck issues. Apparently hunching over computer screens and mousing all the day long isn't helping anything.

Don't cry for me, Argentina. I'll be fine. Just going to cool my computer jets for awhile and do funky exercises with giant neon colored rubber bands.

Back after a bit, Friends.

Scenes From a Rainbow Party

Our Lucette considers herself to be a burgeoning artist. We happily encourage the notion. And naturally, as this was her birthday party year (we one do every other year), we began to plan a shin-dig that could incorporate all of her loves. Drawing, painting, rainbows and unicorns.

She was busy drawing original pieces for the party a solid week before the actual date. They were taped up about the house and were a lovely accent against all of the rainbow balloon bouquets we had chosen for festive decoration.

We ordered a tin of rainbow crayons as a party gift for each of the girls and used them as balloon anchors. (Notice the "No. 8" at the top? So appropriate for an 8th birthday.)

 And once the ladies began to arrive we had canvas for each and a plethora of paints, glitter glaze, and brushes to choose from. The only requirement? There must be a rainbow somewhere on your painting. They were most happy to oblige. I kept them fueled with skittles ... a rainbow of fruit flavor, as you surely know.

 Once completed they were in need of some true refreshments. Punch and rainbow fruit kebabs for starters. And to top it off?

 A slice of rainbow cake. All of the gasps and squeals that ensued once I sliced into the seemingly benign white cake was all the reward I needed. (It's a simple concept, but it took for-ehva'!)

I love you, my sweet girl. You are a rainbow to my days and sparkle to my heart.

One of Our Beauties Turns Eight

 Yesterday, our beautiful Lucette turned eight. It was lovely to share Mother's Day with one of the people who make the day truly special.

 We had breakfast in bed together and then did a little present opening. Miss Lucette found a pair of shiny pink cowboy boots awaiting her. I almost ordered her the brown, as they would surely go with everything. And then I remembered being eight ... and I knew pink was the ticket.

And she was happy. And so were we. It's a big love-fest around here. Aren't we blessed.

Preparing the Rainbow Day

Jane is helping me with the last touches for Lucette's rainbow birthday party today. Rainbows and sparkles are just so pleasing, aren't they?

More details to come ...

Paired Up

While elbow deep in birthday cake madness (Lucette has a party tomorrow!), I heard giggles from outside.

A pair of chairs, a pair of Garfield comic books, and a pair of girls. Makes for a good afternoon.

The Storefront is Set

A Wee Morning Wedding

 It's cliche, I know, but ... I have a thing for the Royals. As a girl, I stayed up in the wee hours to watch Princess Diana get married. I was truly captivated.

 At the time, my Aunt Mary was living in England and would send me little bits of British memorabilia. The books on Diana and Sarah Ferguson's weddings were my most favorites. (I can't help but wonder if they will make a companion book on William and Kate. Dear British readers ... will you keep your eye out for me??)

I particularly loved the back page in each book where there was the official family photo with a key to indicate who was who. And oh, those hats! I believe, actually, that my favorite belonged to the Queen Mother. (That's her on the left in the seafoam green.)

So, while everyone has been rolling their eyes this past month over all of the royal who-ha, I've been secretly thrilled. The anticipation was delicious. What would her dress look like?

Last Thursday night, I set two alarms. One for 1:50am and one for 2:00am. Just in case. I was going to watch William and Kate. In the early morning darkness, I watched Princes William and Harry and various guests arrive and marveled at the stunning transformation of Westminster Abbey. The trees! Inside! And remembered how I once sat for a church service in that very same place, about 20 feet from where the Queen herself was now seated. Sweet giddy-ness!

And right before Kate was due for her appearance, I woke my own girls up. We cuddled up with tea and cookies and took it all in. The soon-to-be princess? Stunning. Her dress? Sheer perfection. We watched every minute until they drove off in their carriage before tucking ourselves back in bed. 

Felt like a bit of a midnight secret ... just for us girls.

Clever Lucette

At first glance, it's just a sweet little white arrangement. Upon further inspection ... surprise! A camellia hides in wait.

Clever Lucette.