Day 24

See Day 12.

We only have one bathroom cabinet/medicine cabinet and I don't use it, so ... here is the hall/bathroom closet.  Again.

Day 23

Shoes.

70 degrees - I think I can wear the.peeptoes. Who am I kidding, I have probably worn these when its 40 degrees.

Day 23

Where I work.

This is what it looks like when you're a part-timer and don't get to work until 9:30. Full parking lot.

Day 21

A favorite photo of you.

I just unearthed this one recently.  This was taken in the kitchen sink of the first house my parents owned.  Digging the harvest gold everything & speckled formica counters/backsplash.  I still remember when we went from harvest gold to white.

Day Twenty

Handwriting

Thank you notes and part of a to-do list.
I wonder what my handwriting would say about me.  Hmmmm.

Day Nineteen

I know it doesn't look like much, but what lurks in here is the garbage and recycling bins.

I don't mind the throwing it in there part, but I hate the throwing it away, changing the bag, cleaning the gunk that misses the trash can part.  Lucky for me, most of the time, Hubby is the designated garbage-taker-outer.

Day Eighteen

Drink.

Coffee.  'Nuff said.

I realize I missed a few ... here's to hoping I can make it through the rest of the month!

Day Fifteen

Phone.

Currently resides in our phone cubby in our 1939 home.

Day Fourteen

Heart.

Twelve.

Inside my closet.

Since my clothes closet is scary, I opted for our hall closet.

This is a little tray and bottles from Anthropologie that I love.  A few perfume bottles and antique hair barrettes always make me smile when I open the door.

Eleven.

Makes me happy.

For sure.

Now, when March rolls around and they've already finished blooming, I may not be as happy.

Ten

Self portrait day.

This actually worked out well as a new event marketing idea was being tested by the employees at work today.

Nine.

A photo of my home away from home front door ... the Junior League Headquarters.

Eight.

Jusy barely.

Here comes the sun ... At 4:45PM.

Seven.

Buttons on a snowman.

 - Libby, Age 3.

Six

Dinner.  Whoops, but these suckers are good.

Day Five

10 am.
Overcast Sunday morning.
Should be at church, but let the cleaning commence!

Day Four

Stranger.

A noun or a verb?  In this situation, quite possibly both.

Day Three

This looked better in my mind, than in reality.

Nevertheless, I love every sticky finger, half-painted fingernail, and boo-boo'ed knuckle of these two hands.

Day Two

Words that I love come from unexpected places.