Perhaps you are done with my endless focus on sunshine, but oh kids, the SUN.
Above is a photo I took for two reasons. One, to give Thea a blast of red (smooches, honey). Two, because that is what I am gazing at as I sit in my chair in the morning and the SUN POURS in . . out to my left is the window and this view:
Crappy shot, I know-- but my point is not the photo but the subject (blue freaking sky and, um, SUN) and my apologies for the reflection of the sofa-- but that is another thing I want to share although I didn't take a photo of the full thing-- another day.
Terri sewed this cushion cover (oh and MADE the cushion in the first place) while I stood by and handed her pins-- never say I am anything but helpful! But she never saw it finished as Lauren and I sewed on all the buttons (well, technically Lauren sewed 12 of the buttons I sewed like, um, 5 . . but really, we did it together so who's counting, right?)
Oh, and all the unique mother of pearl buttons? From Terri's stash . . I know! I am the luckiest girl in the world.
So the real reason I came in here to write to you all is to say, remember how I had the BEST night of music ever? Well, of late I have been listening to the cd Write Me a Novel which was the playlist of the warm-up band and in particular, this song is KILLING me with its ability set my blood on fire. You may hate it-- of course, you weren't there that night to get infected with the passion of this band or their live performance that I can still see but I thought to share it anyway.
*And one of the lines in the lyrics is what I put in the title for this post.
Daisy: Please tell me you are done. I can't take any more.
Daisy: Oh dude-- are you licking the floor?
Daisy: Seriously, I know he's weird, but I think it's time for some professional help.