'Twas the week before Christmas.....

I wanted to have lots of things on my list done by now.  I wanted to take pictures.  I wanted to particiapte in all the fun blog parties ...... But I should know better.  This happens every year....I'm a procrastinator.

So, like all hardcore procrasinators, with everything needing to be done, today I chose to write a poem.


'TWAS THE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house,
A junker was stirring, not so much her spouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with flair,
In the hopes that a photo would soon take place there.

The kids had done nothing, not even made beds,
Still, visions of Best Buy cards danced in their heads.

And she still with presents to purchase and wrap,
Had waited so long, there was no time to nap.

When out in the kitchen, arose such a chatter,
"How come there're no cookies on mom's great big platter?"

Away to get started, though not flush with cash,
She had some ideas, and of course a junk stash.

The glow of a holiday home decore show, 
Reminded her, she still had quite far to go.

When what to her listening ears should appear,
But, music of jingle bells, joy and reindeer.

With a big cup of eggnog, so foamy and thick,
She started to plan -- she needed to -- quick!

More rapid than eagles, the ideas they came,
And she giggled, and shouted, and called them by name,

Now Angels! Now Santas! Now branches and candles!
On Tables!  On counters!  On doorknobs and handles!

To the top of the porch!  To the top of the wall!
Now decorate! Decorate! Decorate all!

This just might happen, there was no need to cry,
She knew she could do it, she just had to try.

So up from the basement, the stored boxes flew,
With a tub full of lights and some ornaments too.

And then so inspired, she thought of the roof,
"Less is more" she then realized -- "Don't be a goof!"

As she gathered her things and was scrounging around, 
A total of three Christmas trees had been found.

They were dressed all in fir, from each top to each root,
And the tallest one did not even stand to six foot!

A bungle of branches, each tree a sad sack,
But Charlie would tell her, she shouldn't turn back.

The lights how they twinkled! The garland how merry!
The ornaments homey (though a little bit scary!).

No presents beneath, not a tag or a bow,
A gentle reminder there's still far to go.

Candy canes, chocolates -- those poor little teeth!
Poinsettias, and cards, and..oh yeah -- the wreath!

She wanted to cook yummy food for each belly,
Ham, potatoes, and fresh rolls with jelly.

She tried to be joyful, a right jolly elf,
Despite always causing these problems herself.

A close of her eyes and a bow of her head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.

She spoke rambling words, but whatever would work,
"If I don't fill their stockings, I'll look like a jerk!"

And she said to herself, "Get'er done, I suppose,"
Groceries, shopping -- that's just how it goes.

She sprang to her van, though the belts tend to whistle,
And away the thing flew, through mud, snow and thistle.

She was heard to exclaim as she drove out of sight,
"Maybe THIS is the year that I do Christmas right!"


Midge

I'll try to post what I can as I move forward this week. 

Call the Doctor, Call the Nurse, Call the Lady with junk in her purse!

Okay, you busted me!  I don't even carry a purse (I need my hands free for scooping up cool junk)!  But I do love junk!  And I always want to know when there's some to be had. And lately I've been finding some cool pieces....

Yep.  It's a tall, skinny pillar-looking vintage wooden cabinet that houses a rolled up stretcher.... 

I believe it was used in an industrial setting in case of an emergency.  I didn't even know such things existed!
But it must be true, the sign wouldn't lie!..... 

And just in case the inevitable happens, don't worry, there's a sign to tell you what to do....  

     I'm afraid it's another case of me falling in love with something I've bought, so now I've just GOT to keep it.  I think by adding some hooks to the side it would make the coolest towel/robe rack for a bathroom.  I don't have a bathroom suited for it, so it looks like I'm going to have to build the guest "powder room" I have tucked secretly away.  It will be the world's smallest bathroom, but I think I can fit this gem in.  

     That project may have to wait just a bit....did you know it's Christmas time?  Well, I DO know, I've just been a little slow getting things done.  I am in process, however, and will be posting on that soon.

Midge  

I think I've fallen for another!

Not just good looking, but practical too!

NO!!  Not him! (Though he definitely IS good-looking, and he appears to be quite practical)

THIS.....

I nabbed this at our local online auction. I thought it would go for a lot (it didn't) -- but I GOT it!

It's an old display case from a creamery.  Check out the cool advertising on it! (don't ask me to tell you what it says, it's got words like nostrils and teats -- ewwwww).....

These are on the front of the doors to little cubbies on top of the piece (for all those dairy unmentionables)!

 And for all the stuff you may want to show off, there's plenty of spots for that.... 

 I'm just crazy about it!  So this is one of those items that I've just got to keep for myself.  It does need a new paint job and maybe some feet or a platform to rest on, but I can imagine all the dishes and whatnots resting in there.  Next year I'm going to remodel my whole kitchen and dining room, and this will be my inspiration piece!  --  Yes??....No??...Maybe so??

Midge

P.S.  Aren't you proud of me for resisting the urge to use a bunch of lame dairy cliches like "Holy Cow", "Cream of the Crop", "It's like Buttah", ....