An Unusual Saturday

Do you see that picture? Well, of course you do. Click on it if you want.
There. That.
My children's real inheritance from me. Sure, there's some nice pieces of jewelry they can fight over but it's my iron skillets which are the most valuable. And I have a few more pieces of iron cookware, including one pot that I use approximately every day but those are the skillets.

Mr. Moon and I went to town today. Probably a good thing seeing as how I had not been in a car since last Monday but we didn't waste the gas just to go take a pleasure trip and to prove that yes, I can leave Lloyd. No. We had a mission. To buy a new rug for the Glen Den because we finally threw out the faux oriental rug which had been in there and which was so filthy that there was no bringing it back. Jessie had been pleading with me to throw it away for years. I think she witnessed a gastric "event" on that rug a long time ago when Mr. Moon and I were out of town and we'd left her in the care of some of her older siblings and there may have been a party and the event was somewhat, uh, traumatic, and she never really got over it and add to that the dogs and their own events and well, it was time.
But the little coffee table sitting on the rug has since been digging on the wood floor and we needed a damn rug.
So we went to town to buy one.
We stopped off at a thrift store where I have found many treasures and I found some today but there were no rugs at all. I did, however, buy the skillet on the bottom left in the picture above and I feel as if my collection is now complete. I love it. LOVE IT. I also bought six huge gorgeous linen napkins, each beautifully embroidered with a different spray of flowers and five place mats, green, also embroidered with flowers. And a darling pyrex 8-inch pie plate. So. Good day at the thrift store but no rug.

We went to an actual flooring/carpet/rug store and we looked at a lot of rugs and we ended up buying a nice old-fashioned braided rug. It's still a little wavy but I think it's nice and homey and fits right in with our decor of no-decor which includes deer heads, mounted fish, kid toys, beer mugs and glasses collected by Mr. Moon when he played pro basketball in Europe, fishing, uh, stuff, and the TV. And lace curtains which I laundered today.

Yeah. Martha Stewart takes tips from us. She comes by once a month, at least, to check out what we have going on here and then she uses it all in her highly successful magazine and TV show. Sure, she pays us. Big bucks. Uh-huh. 

Also, Pioneer Woman. I keep telling her to quit taking so many pictures of cows but she just won't listen. I don't know about that woman. I swear. Good thing her kids are so damn good looking and let me just say this- if her husband ever loses that good-looking ass of his, she is out of business. 

But I digress.

When we got home I decided to try and organize the kitchen a little better. I actually dumped about seven jars of pickles which I had canned four years ago. Yes. Four years. They're gone now. The world is a safer place for it, too. Then I went through the cabinet where I keep all of my precious thrift-store placemats and cloth napkins and threw a bunch of that shit out and made up a big bag of cleaning rags for Mr. Moon. 

Feels good. 

I've got pizza dough rising and I'm about to go make The World's Best Homemade Pizza. I've tried and tried to teach both Martha and Pioneer Woman how to make it but they just can't get the hang of it. 

Mr. Moon's out in the garden, ripping up bamboo to make tomato stakes. We're stubborn people, he and I. While we were out spending our money like crazed nouveau riche monkeys on crack, we also bought something called a Hula Hoe which Lon recommends. I haven't used it yet but Mr. Moon claims it is amazing. I don't understand how it works but I suppose it really does. 

Prairie Home Companion is on and they're all talking about George Jones and him dying but I don't care that he died, not really. I saw him play once and he was so late to get onstage and so drunk when he did and so cruel to the sound man that I was embarrassed for the whole human race. I'm sure he had a lot of redeeming qualities but I didn't see a one of them that night. Yes. I hold a grudge. 

But. You know. Bless his heart. 

Time to go fire up one of those skillets and cook some spinach and mushrooms and peppers and onions for the pizza. 

I left Lloyd today. I came back with new stuff. And old stuff. 

I plan on staying home tomorrow. I don't need any more stuff. Maybe I'll hoe the garden which, obviously, I have not given up on entirely. I'll let you know how that goes. 

Love...Ms. Moon