My Parlor

We’ve had some adventures lately. Also, I ran into this sign, and I felt like I should share it with you. Even though I would never say anything like that to my kids. Isn’t social media fun? I think so.

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Also, social media is very disturbing. Look at this face swap Maile did with her bunny. Doesn’t it make you never want to look at my blog again? It makes me never want to look at that photo again.

Once, I was about to go to the beach with the girls, and my neighbor (who redoes furniture) was having a big I’m-moving-and-I-have-a-lot-of-furniture sale. I meandered around this couch for awhile. Then I brought Maile in on it. Then I bought them. Matt was out of town so I had to ask him very nicely to go pick up our new couch on his way in. 🙂

Ahh, but then there is my Parlor, all new and waiting for you all to come visit. Not really. I just want to sit in it by myself. But, everyone likes it. Even Dot. Even though at first they thought I was super weird for buying the two for $65 from my neighbor. I know they’re kinda ugly. But, I see some possibility in them.

Also, who doesn’t want a parlor? Do you know what you do in a parlor? Just visit. And read. And rest. No tv. No phones. No electronic devices. Just people and words and rest. You should try it. It makes for a great time.

Anyone ever seen anything like these before? Any guesses on how old they are?

Okay, I have more to tell you but I have to go to bed. You see, I’m on this 5 day clean eating plan and that means I’m skipping the old ice cream and wine habit. So, I have to go to sleep. Good night. I’ll be back later.

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