Thursday, January 17, 2019

Moving Things Around A Bit

Well, it's hard to get a good photo in this room.  It tends to be dark 
anyway, but the dark gray and rainy weather doesn't help one bit!

Right along with the rest of you, I have been moving things around a
bit now that the Christmas decorations are down and mostly, and I do
mean mostly, packed up and put away.  I paired down a bit for 
Christmas 2018, but I don't think I paired down quite enough.  As
a consequence, I have now created a donate pile that is growing
each day.  I had a very firm talk with myself and I have been told
by me, that I am NOT to walk into Hobby Lobby when they start
putting out their Christmas decor next Fall.  I wonder if it is possible
to alert the store and have them turn on an alarm when I walk in???

So here you have the farmhouse table in my breakfast room.  I will
never sell or give this away because I love it dearly and have owned it
since before I married David.  I have one problem with it though, I 
always feel a bit challenged to create a centerpiece for it.  Apparently
I did not inherit my Mama's exceptional ability to create them.  I 
seem especially challenged when the table is rectangular like this one.

So I went with the less is more approach and just put some green
apples in a vintage wood bowl.  I toyed with the idea of adding some
additional fruit, but I held back.  I don't know how long this arrangement
will have a home on this table, but it does for now.  

That's all for today folks.  I think I will have a hot dog.  I have not had
one for years and recently a childhood friend of mine started talking 
about Chicago dogs, and it got me started.  I don't eat mine the Chicago
way with the peppers and onions.  I like mine with yellow mustard and
pickle relish.  I also like the NYC style with sauerkraut.   I was careful
to buy the kind without nitrates.  I am careful that way.  So I must
close and get that dog because I am so hungry for one!

Sparkle and Shine and Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley

Monday, January 14, 2019

A Trip to San Antonio and a New Lamp

David, Bentley and I took a trip to San Antonio over the weekend.  A 
friend of David's was in town from Dallas and invited us to dinner.
He made reservations at a restaurant in downtown San Antonio called
Bohanan's.  If you are in San Antonio and want a special dinner, this
is the place to go.  They serve Allen Brothers steaks from Chicago.  My
Aunt Susan used to send them to us.  I think she was always concerned 
that I might forget about my hometown.  We had a wonderful visit and
a memorable dinner too.

Our friend flew back to Dallas the next day, and we stayed on at
our favorite hotel, Omni La Mansion del Rio.  It is such a lovely
historic hotel and Bentley is always welcome there.  Our room had
a balcony over looking the river and even though it was chilly
outside, we took advantage of sitting out there, reading the paper,
and watching all the visitors and tour boats go by.  On Saturday night,
David was sitting out on the balcony smoking a cigar and having a
cocktail, while I finished dressing for dinner.  All of the tour boats
that sail by always mention La Mansion because of it's historic value,
and also because it was once the school for St Mary's Church next door.
However, this time the tour guide pointed up at David sitting on the
balcony and said,  "There he is ... Mr Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous."
Of course, David wasn't the least bit embarrassed, in fact he loved the
comment and waved to the folks on the boat.  He loves being the center
of attention ;-)

We were able to return the iPad to Apple.  Then we bought a storage
unit so I can download everything from my Mac and let a Mac expert
take a look at it and see what's going on.  That will be happening this
week, so I will be working off my old lap top.  As a consequence, posts
may be a bit sporadic.

Now about the lamp pictured above.  I have a friend here who is the wife
of one of my husband's dearest childhood friends.  She is a Facebook
friend of mine, and was looking at the picture I posted of our fireplace
mantel at Christmas.  She thought about a lamp she had up in her attic
that she was no longer using, and thought I might like to have it.  She sent
me a photo and then the lamp.  She was right, it matches my style and I
love it!

The plumber will be here again this week to fix a slow drain in the
master bath shower.   It's always something isn't it?  Our plumber knows
this house inside and out.  Good thing too because we always seem to
have some little glitch.

Wishing y'all a happy week, and we will chat again soon!

Sparkle and Shine and Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

In Computer World Hell

I can't seem to fix the problem I am now having with blogger.  I can no
longer post on my miniatures site, at least not from my Mac.  I now have
to work between my Mac and my laptop.  I am having problems uploading
photos too now.  I feel like I am in computer world hell.  

I could end up being stuck with a faulty iPad because I learned that it
must be returned in 14 days.  Well, the 14 days are over because it was
a Christmas gift and was ordered prior to Christmas.  Yikes.  I just want 
to cry!  Sorry for the emotional break down.

Susan and Bentley

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Really Worried Now!

I have a problem.  I cannot sign into my blogger account.  I can open up my
Gmail, but I cannot sign into blogger.  As a consequence, I cannot comment
on anyone's blog, nor can I reply to comments on this blog.

Don't know what to do!!!  Any suggestions will be appreciated.

Susan and Bentley

Monday, January 7, 2019

What's In My Closet?

Over the weekend, I wrote a Facebook post about blogs, and whether
or not folks want to read them anymore.  I was prompted to ask this
question after reading a post by my friend Katie, who writes the blog
Let's Add Sprinkles.  Katie mentioned  several bloggers who have 
given up their blogs, or are thinking about doing so.  

The responses I received were mixed.  Some said they stopped
reading blogs and prefer Instagram.  Some said they stopped reading
certain blogs because of either annoying pop up adds, or the
feeling that blogs had become much less personal than they
were in the past.  Too commercial, and readers get the feeling
that it's all about "look at me, make me famous".  

I understand that feeling because there are blogs I have stopped
reading for those very same reasons.  

I want to keep my blog until I am too old and feeble to write it.
Quite honestly, my blog has become an extension of me.  I can't
quite find the time to write a post every day, but that doesn't mean 
I'm not thinking of it.  My husband suggests ideas for posts now
too.  It's too much a part of me and my little family.

I received many personal messages and responses to my
questions on Facebook, asking me not to quit, and offering
suggestions for topics.  One suggestion was that I divulge
more about myself.  So, in response to that topic, here is
a look into my clothes closet.

Our house was designed and built in 1948 by a woman and her
architect.  She quite obviously knew the value of closet and storage
space because it is generous.  In the master bedroom, there are four
closets, two walk-ins and one standard type and a very large linen

My husband moved down here about two months before I did.  He
claimed the walk-in closet in the dressing room.  It is a good size space
with built in shoe racks and a built in four drawer dresser.  At first
I was a bit miffed that he took the larger of the two walk-ins, but
as he explained, he doesn't have to disturb me in the morning because
the dressing room is just off the bedroom on the way to the bath.
He was right, and I am now quite happy with the decision.

As you can see from the above photo, I like to store my shoes in
their original boxes.  I wipe them off after I wear them and I even
put the tissue paper back in the toes.  I have always loved shoes.  
I think I already told you the "paper loafer" story, didn't I?

I also love clothes.  Believe it or not, I still have some clothes from
the mid 1980's before I married David.  They still fit too!  I chalk that
up to good genes (both my parents were slim), and the constant talk
about waistlines with both my Mom and my Aunt Susan.  Aunt Susan
was a model in NYC in her younger days and never left that training
behind.  Every time we would have one of our lengthy gab sessions,
she would ask me "what size is your waist now"?   I keep a scale in
my closet because even though my Mom and Aunt Susan are both
gone, I feel like I need to keep up the family tradition.

I am very sentimental too, even about clothes and accessories.  Here
is a cap from my old Alma Mater in Lake Forest, Illinois.  

Here is something else about me .... I love my Jack's, and it's quite obvious.
It's so warm down in South Texas that I have winter sandals and summer ones
too.  As you can see, if you can read the tiny print, I have small feet.  I
wear a 5 1/2.  My Paternal Grandmother has really tiny feet, even smaller
than mine.  Having small feet is both a blessing and a curse.  Shoes look
good, but it's not always easy to find my size.  Jack Roger's always
seems to have them.  Thanks, Jack!

These are my Hunter boots.  Oh so necessary in South Texas because
when it rains it's not often a soft rain, but a gully washer.  Puddles
everywhere.  These keep me dry and stylish too.  By the way, if you
call customer service at Hunter, everyone has the most charming 
British accents!

I'm thinking of adding a fashion look book from time to time, 
so that you can see how I put my looks together from this closet.
See, I am not all about decorating the house, I like to decorate
me too!

Sparkle and Shine and Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley

Friday, January 4, 2019

Waking Up From a Five Year Coma

I have experienced a lot of change over the past five years,
some of it wanted, but most of it not.  During this time period
I have done a pretty good job of fooling myself that I am 
better.  As my husband will admit, I do a very good job at
hiding the things that bother me the most.  I will tell him that
I am fine, but he knows me well enough to recognize the
cover up.

I try to fool the outside world too, while keeping up my
personal charade.  There is one thing that I do not have
control over, and that is my physical health.  All this 
hiding and deception eats away at me until I end up
really suffering.  It's been the recurrent theme of my life,
and if I am not careful, it could one day prove to be deadly.

Over the past six months I have experienced my deterioration.
Exhaustion, low grade fevers, sleepless nights.  I have suffered
through these before, but never to this extent.  Yes, I have been
tested, and no, never a definitive answer.  I have been given a
different prognosis every time, but no solution.  The symptoms
always begin with some sort of heartache I seem unable to shake.

The symptoms worsen by the actions of others who seem to take some
sick kind of pleasure in stirring up drama to cause misery.  This evolves 
into a sensation of being kicked in the gut when I am already down.
In the past I have been fairly powerless to control this nasty intrusion in
my life, but things came to a head this past November.  I finally had

While the heartache of losing several close family members in a five
year period is not a cakewalk, and takes longer than I would have ever
dreamed, the back stiffening required to eliminate the repeated emotional
assault from others has been accomplished at long last.  I have drawn my
line in the sand and there is no going back.  I have forgiven twice, but
never again.  What angered me this past November tuned out to be a
gift in disguise.  It finally opened my eyes to the fact that it doesn't 
matter one bit who the person, or persons are who are getting a kick
out of pushing my buttons, I don't have to take it, and the final straw
has been pulled and now there is no going back.

I am not totally sure how the change occurred, but one did.  I feel
so much stronger emotionally.  I woke up to the fact that there is
much I want to accomplish in this life and I don't need any road
blocks to keep me from fulfilling my dreams.  The coma I was
living through is a thing of the past.

If there is someone or something who has been holding you back,
stand tall and start walking away, even if it is only one step at a time.
Just like me, you too can start stepping over life's roadblocks.

Sparkle and Shine and Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Intimidated By My 2019 Personal Planner!

Here is is, my new personal planner.  I ordered it back in November and have
been so anxious to start using it.  Now that January has arrived, and it's time
for me to start recording my daily goals and plans and checking off the "To Do"
boxes, I suddenly feel intimidated!  

Isn't that the silliest thing?

Do I use the stickers I ordered?  

After my Christmas coma, I have to really think about what my 
personal goals are for this year.  

What about filling in those squares on each day?  Will my handwriting
be okay?  What if I make a mistake???

Suddenly, something as simple as a personal planner has such power
over me.  I need to step away and think about this for a bit.  Maybe
I should make a cup of tea and calm down, lol!

Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley

PS:  Bentley is not troubled by such silliness.  He just stopped
listening to all of my questions and curled up to take a nap.


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