Winner, winner chicken dinner...

I don't really have time to blog today. There are projects a foot at my sweet abode. Projects that are keeping me very busy. Projects that are working to restore some pre-small town life giddiness to my silly soul. Hooray for projects.

And here's a little sneaky peaky at one of them for your viewing pleasure. Fun-fun.
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But even though I don't have time to blog today, I wanted to take a moment to tell you about the major award that I won over the weekend. Hooray for awards. It all happened on Saturday night when my darling and I went on a date to a furniture store open house. It was a catered hors d'oeuvres and wine open house. Fancy. We skipped the wine but indulged in the rich dark chocolate cake. Scrumptious (I think I just drooled a little). We were having a fabulous time browsing around the store (me in my fierce new boots) pointing out all of the pieces we would buy if we had any money, when it happened... my name was called as the winner of a major award. Hooray for me.

And here it is. Do you like it? No... I didn't win a windowsill filled with a bunch 'o stuff, I won these...

Ain't they purty. I sure thought so when I was led to the table full of major awards to choose from Saturday night. I thought, "my those are pretty. I think I'll take them home." And I was happy about it too. Very happy. I mean it's not everyday that one wins a major award. Happy, happy, happy

UNTIL...

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Just as we were nearing home I remembered that, while showing me the major awards the owner had pointed out that I could also choose a 25 dollar store gift certificate for my prize if I wanted too. And now in the quiet of my car, away from the hypnotizing affect of the major awards staring up at me, I suddenly shouted, "WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING?!! Why would I pick freaking candlesticks when I could have gotten 25 dollars?!! That could have helped pay for my clock!" (my honey bought me a clock).

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My love then said, "Don't worry about it. I enjoyed getting the clock. I like buying you things."

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"Yes I know." I smiled at him, "And believe me I pinch myself everyday just to prove that my life with you is real, but seriously WHAT WAS I THINKING?!!"

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And then my major award wasn't so major anymore. In fact I was quite mad at my stupid major award

UNTIL...

I put them out amongst my roosters and old bottles and tied some antique buttons around them, because I really am more shabby than chic, and now I love them again. Those sweet little major awards. And to apologize for calling them stupid I am going to go to the antique store today to buy them some fun new candles.

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Now the only question is, Should I get honey colored candles or red ones?

I'm leaning toward honey.

What do you think?