Pretty Flowers, cute pup and cute guy - Life is Good

 

You may have heard me say this a time or two - - -

 I love my life.

Here's a few reasons why. 

Under the Column "Things I Love"

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Ooh, baby, don't we love our guns

 

This country is so broken.

But, hey, don't we love our guns?

Kids are afraid to go to school.

Parents are afraid to send them.

But, hey, don't we love our guns?

Ban books, man, they are dangerous!!

But keep your hands off our guns.

Pro life?  Yeah, sure, until you're born.

Hey, sorry about that baby formula, but you hang on and maybe you'll grow up and some day own a gun.

'Cause hey, this is the USA, the only country in the world where mass shootings are a thing.

But our government wants you to love your guns.

Those babies that died today?  They might have lived if they'd all had guns.

Right?!

Man oh man, don't we love our guns.

This country is broken, but it sure does know how to pray.

But God knows we love our guns, so dead babies is the price we're gonna pay.

Again

And again

And again

Sing it!

Loud and proud now -

We do love our guns.

Keep your fucking hands off the guns.

A Day in Asheville

 

We both love Asheville, and the fact that it's only a couple hours away allows us to visit fairly often.

Or, did - until COVID put us all in a travel standstill.

We went yesterday for the first time in a couple of years, and it was a perfect day.

Starting with some time at the Asheville Art Museum for the Three Generations of Wyeth Exhibit.

And some time at The Biltmore to see the Monet and Friends Exhibit.

And some time admiring the gardens of Biltmore.

The next immersive exhibit coming to the Biltmore is the Leonardo daVinci Immersive Exhibit

See ya soon!

Peonies of Giverny

 I love peonies.

When Donald and I went to Paris in 2019 we chose the month of May so we could celebrate our wedding anniversary.

I also had a secret wish that we would be able to see lots of peonies.

But.

Our timing was a little off.

Mother Nature decided the peonies would arrive a little later that year.

There were a few small bouquets available in the floral shops, but we were told to check back in a week or maybe two.

We saw one small plot of peonies in Monet's gardens in Giverny.

Maybe one of these days we'll be able to return when the peonies are in riotous full bloom.

Something to dream about and hope for.

Peonies in Paris.

Bluejeans, baby

I feel as though I have spent my entire long life looking for that perfect pair of jeans. To wear with a kickass pair of boots.








I can remember being 19 years old, living in Atlanta (and LOVING the Atlanta of 1967) and searching for jeans.




Jeans that fit "just right."




Sometimes that meant dragging several pairs of jeans into the dressing room.




Size was a guess and an estimate, at best.




They needed to be tried on because size being "just right" in one style didn't mean diddly when it came to a different style.




Once found, they were treasured and cherished.




They just got better and better.




Softer and softer.




As i got older, it got more difficult to find the jeans i could grow to love as they aged along with me.




I started "borrowing" Donald's jeans and eventually making them my own.




In recent years jeans evolved from delicious 100% cotton denim into a fabric with spandex or some other oddly named made-up fabric that would fit "just right" for while, but then would sag a little with wearing.




Sag in the knees. Sag in the seat. Expand in the waist. These were not my jeans.




But.




I settled.




Shame on me!




I finally learned never to settle when it came to men and girlfriends, WHY settle for less than perfect jeans???




No more.




Never



Never ever ever.




There are some manufacturers making jeans the way jeans should be made.




100% cotton denim.




And after a washing or two (or more) they look and feel like a dear old friend.

 As loved as that favorite old teddy bear.

And I am, POOF, that 19 year old wild child loving life in the Atlanta of 1967 dressed in my favorite bluejeans, and a kickass pair of boots.

Thanks Hudson Jeans. I love you to the moon and back!








Dressing like it's 1967.


(Consider the fact that my personal bluejean style really hasn't changed much, if any, since then). 😁


This is me in either 2016 or '17 in a similar pair of jeans i found at Anthropologie.






I am a happy girl.




Life is good.

With the right pair of jeans and . . .

A pair of kick ass boots.