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I love to go antiquing. Love it. I love buying something that might have a story attached, that someone else has loved and used, especially if it retains its aesthetic beauty.

I like old stuff. Old, pretty stuff.

And I've had this wall in my breakfast nook, this vast expanse of empty wall that I knew I wanted to do something a little funky with, but still have it look like it belongs with the rest of the house. Week before last, I went to some antique stores on Route 66 (Yep, that Route 66 - As in "Get your kicks on") better known here as Sixth Street. I bought several antique plates, all for $15 or less, and decided that I was going to arrange them in a pleasing manner on the wall in my breakfast nook.

( Pictures of what I did... )
And if you don't like this, you certainly don't have to tell me. It made me happy, so I posted. :D

Yesterday BLEW CHUNKS.  I'm just not willing to rehash it all, so here's the highlights.

Packed.  Cough came back with a vengeance.  Went to pick up boxes.  Had wreck. (Hung UP on seegrim.  Sorry. )  Colin's bumper is mushed.  Came home.  Nolan snarked. SIL took kids.  Car wouldn't start because children turned on interior light.  Couldn't teach class.   Friend came to jump car off.  Had dinner with in laws.

Termite treatment cost $1200.  TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS.  For a house that as of 1:00 today, we no longer own.

Also, termite guy knocked something loose under the house, and the phones aren't working properly.  I'm pirating Internet from one of the neighbors.  *raises coffee mug* Thanks, pal, whoever you are.  No one can go under the house to fix it for a few days beacuase evidently the termite fumes will make you grow an extra head or something.  So I'm using my cell phone for all calls, which costs a bazillion dollars.

That was yesterday.  God willing today will be better.  And I'd post pics of the trip, but my USB cable for the camera isn't working properly.

Really?  Not working?  You kidding me?  

Nope.

And the move in date keeps ketting pushed back, and it's seriously pissing me off.  First it was Friday, then Sunday, Now it's Tuesday or Wednesday?  There are people moving in to this house on next Thursday do it would be freaking HELPFUL if our new house were done by then.

By the way, the new house?  It's very pretty.  And the landscaping is beautiful.  And I'm grateful.  I feel like Cinderella, like this house can't possibly be mine.  If, that is, I ever get to PUT MY STUFF IN IT.

SIL is coming to help me pack.  I'll try not to cough up a lung into the box of table linens.

And P.S.  I miss Caliga.  Miss it terribly.  Having serious withdrawals.  Got giddy over OWLS yesterday.  One more week, one more week, one more week.  Right?  i can do a week standing on my head.

Not that I'd want to.

Okay. So the powder bath. (Stop snickering, Celeste[Poll #1135884][Poll #1135884]

P.S. If you think all my taste is in my ear, I could do without hearing that, just so's ya know. :)