I played hooky hard.
(Did you ever play hooky from skool? I did, once. Got busted. So lame.)
SORRY for the hooky week!!
It just snuck up on me. Snuck up on you, I guess.
It was spring break week here in Austin so we decided to take a staycation.
Grandmary came in for a short visit. Weeeeee!
Aren't they all cuteashell?
Look at Mama all skinny and vampish.
And how brave she was to fly in the small plane!
She is braver than I.
I have to slam some booze before I can fly.
She took it straight up sober.
We whooped and hollered and had a grand old time playing dominoes ...
Notice FinnigantheCurious kicking everyone's asses, as usual.
I can't wait till that kid is old enough to hit Vegas with me.
He has a lucky streak the likes of which I have never seen.
My mama and I drove around and looked at houses - one of our favorite things to do when she comes to town.
That and eat.
This time we hit Hyde Park.
Oh gosh, there are some secret streets with freakin' dream houses over there, y'all.
My personal fave is on 41st street. I can't give you the address because then it will be your favorite house too and you might somehow get it before me.
I'm pretty sure that my dream house costs as much as all of us reading this right now combined, but a girl can dream, can't she?
I have a fantasy that the people who live there will just give it to me one day because they know how much I love it and they know that I will live there until the day I die and take such wonderful care of it.
Hey, it could happen.
It's not even all mansiony or anything like that.
It's big, but it's old and meandering and kind of like a tree house.
omg I want it soooooo badly.
Hmmmm. What else?
No big surprise, but I spent hours and hours in the garden this week.
Do you know what that is?
That is the edge of a butterfly chair.
Oh, yes, the delicious, dreamy, fantastic, never-out-of-style B.K.F chair designed in Buenos Aires circa 1938.
We had them around our swimming pool in the 60's when I was a kid.
(My mama was dope, y'all. Our house was so tricked out 1960's-style.)
Who knows what happened to those beauties for sure, but I imagine they floated away during one of our epic bayou floods.
(I grew up in the swamps of east Texas with Pine Island Bayou in our backyard. It flooded all the time. Really flooded. Move out of the house for a week kind of flooding. Our shit just floated away. Poof. Gone.)
Anyway, I have always just loved them so much and longed to have some again.
Lo and behold, the fates collided in my favor and I now have two that were given (GIVEN!) to me by my neighbor Carolyn and I just got another one from my dear neighbor and friend Ruth Ann!!!!!
Can you believe that?
Seriously, what kind of luck do I have that I have been gifted with three of them!!
Thank you ladies. Thank you, thank you, thank you. xoxoxoxox.
I need covers for all three and am plotting and planning to get orange ones from Circa 50.
Do you have any idea how crazy good THREE butterfly chairs in orange are gonna look in my yard?
Helloooo Martha Stewart.
But I'm gonna get them and they will look swoon worthy and you'll be jealous.
Garden tomorrow ... promise.
PS Happy belated St. Patrick's Day. Some Irish girl I am. I didn't have a drink or even bake a damn green cake. I did hang my Ireland flag though, so there.