Today is my sister Dottie’s 50th birthday. She is extremely happy and proud to have lived a half-century on planet Earth. I bet she’s getting her pitchfork tines sharpened right this minute for her big trip out west. The pitchfork will need cleaning too, once she finishes mulching her Serious Kansas Garden with this GIANT bale of hay. No sissy gardening for her.
And here she is out on the Ponderosa after a hard day’s work just enjoying those mighty fine looking birthday crepes.
Aren’t these journal pages cool? They arrived in an email from my other sister, Carol, but I highjacked them to put on my blog. I mean wouldn’t anyone? Wouldn’t you? This is Family Week in case you were wondering. I have more photos of my brothah’s house below. I can’t help it. If Cottage Living doesn’t want to do a spread on his house isn’t it my sisterly duty to broadcast the wonder and delight? I want to move into his kitchen and live there permanently. Right next to that apple green glass decanter of dish washing liquid ( in the last post). Now my mom wants to play along on the blog. She’s got something up her sleeve for tomorrow. It involves a few inventions of her very own she thinks people could benefit from learning about.
Now more photos from inside Paul’s love shack. I dig this bottlecap mirror below and am currently working out a plan to kidnap it.
Finally, here is another of Paul’s vintage tin dolls. Hey…he ain’t heavy. He’s my brother.