Tuesday, September 18, 2012

{Water}Color My World

My new favorite snack. Or breakfast.

Peanut Butter Yogurt.

1/2 cup plain, non-fat yogurt
1/2 cup red grapes, halved
1 tsp Polaner All-Fruit jelly or jam, whatever flavor you prefer with your peanut butter
1 tsp peanut butter
1 Tbs chopped peanuts

I layered it all in that order and then mixed it all together.

Easy. Tasty. Healthy.

My kind of food.
My friend D and I are taking a watercolor class at the library.

{another shameless plug for using your local library}

The teacher is just grand and appears to be very talented. Meaning I can recognize the things he sketches and paints.

I brought my first painting home and the Man recognized it immediately. Of course, it was a box and that's kind of difficult to NOT recognize. No matter how bad you draw.

The second painting I brought home was a stack of chairs aside a lone chair. He thought it was a bowl.

Hmmm. This might not be as easy as I thought it would be.
Here's my third painting. I did it this weekend while I was outside enjoying the glorious weather.

I like it.

It's not professional looking at all. But it doesn't look like a first grader did it, either. 

At least I don't think so. But if you do, hold your peace.

My artist ego is very fragile.
As I was painting, I started finding color all around.

Got a bit obsessed with close ups of flowers I had received for my birthday.
D and I went to a couple estate sales on Saturday. In the tony part of the state.

We were there an hour early, thinking it started at that time. There was already a line of people waiting on the porch and the front stoop. We got in line and waited and waited and waited. Talked to a young mother standing behind us. Talked to the attorney selling the house. And waited. And waited.

It was worth. every. minute.

So many treasures in the attic - an old suitcase, a vintage toy doll trunk filled with all kinds of old beads and bling-y baubles, a chenille bedspread, a vintage clock which I love, love, love, and a few other things.

After that sale, we found a few more as we meandered our way north, left the state, and then worked our way back home, stopping at tag sales wherever we saw them.


We were heading to another estate sale when we drove by a plowed over field and saw a tag sale set up next to it. Just about on two tires, we turned onto the dirt road, pulled over, parked, and walked over to take a look-see.

It was a man sale. All man stuff. Blech.

Grumbling all the way back to the car, D opened her door as I opened mine and a big gust of wind came along and blew our directions out of the car.

Quicker than a jack rabbit, those directions were scattering into the field. D yelped and started chasing them down.

I was no help. It's hard to run when you're bent over laughing.

Eventually she gathered them together and we were off again. What a great way to spend a day.

Treasure hunting. 

Can you tell what this is?


You're right.

An outhouse.

Obviously I haven't given the Man enough projects to do around the house if he's got time to build an outhouse.


One of our neighbors moseyed over when he heard the Man banging away with the hammer. 

I know you're building something in there. What are you doing? he asked.

I'm building an outhouse, says the Man.

What?! By golly, you are! Lots of chuckles and a little disbelief. Then the Man explained that he was replacing one that had fallen apart last winter. It was up at the fishing camp the boys use in the deep dark woods on a small lake far away from home.

I gotta find something for him to do.


  1. i love your watercolor! really good!

  2. Is it really possible to measure one teaspoon of peanut butter? :D