25 June 2016


via newest issue of Coastal Living

Lately there has been something lightly brushing against my psyche, like one of those wispy flyaway hairs which tickle my face but are hard to see because they are fine and white.  Unseen, unspoken, but there, definitely there.  I keep brushing at it, trying to make it go away, but then it tickles me a little bit again.  If I could define this feeling, I guess I would say it is almost like an very faint itch, one that is not an annoying itch like a mosquito bite that you feel compelled to scratch, or the painful presence of poison ivy which you definitely had better NOT scratch.  No, it is like an little itch way in the back of my consciousness that is trying to tell me something, something I want to know, but I don't know exactly what it is.  

This is what has been happening with my need to do the shelling projects.  At first, I put it down to just the arrival of Summer, wanting to make the house look beachy; and hey, I have always loved shells and the idea of the beach, although with my super white skin I can only go out on the beach at daylight and dusk.  But I do love the idea of living in a beach cottage, gathering shells when the tide goes out, living easy, in white gauzy caftans and flip-flops, my long grey-white hair wavily flowing down my back in the breeze, doing artsy-fartsy projects all the time, writing The Great American Novel, all with Sweet Husband handing me a frosty goblet of chilled white wine now and then, a large dog or two lovingly wrapped around my feet.   Lovely picture...

When I first saw the beach, I was about ten years old, and I didn't like it at all and the hot sun stung my skin.  The sand burned my feet, and I couldn't play out there for hours like my little brother could because my delicate white skin would burn so fast.  My next experience was at Tybee before it got famous, when it was still commonly known as Savannah Beach, a place for the working class to spend a day out of Savannah.   Still wasn't thrilled.  Then in North Carolina, and I visited that coast and wasn't impressed with that either.   When my friend Carolyn left Salisbury after her divorce, she moved to Isle of Palms, and not long after,  I was divorced, too.  She introduced me to an eligible bachelor doctor who was a friend of her ex-husband's who had a beach house on Pawley's Island, and suddenly, the beach's appeal flew right off the charts.  

Between Carolyn's place and Clif's, I fell crazy in love with the Low Country of South Carolina.  Suddenly I realized why people loved the beach.  At Carolyn's little house, a typical small beach cottage which she had decorated in quintessential beach style to perfection with rattan furniture painted bright yellow, some bamboo pieces here and there, and shell art everywhere, I knew I had found a new style besides Louis XV to love.  She even kept her daughter's horse in the back yard!   Kelley could take him out on the beach for a ride.  What a life!  I was especially fascinated with the shell-encrusted mirrors she had placed in practically every room of the cottage.  

the mirror
iPhone shot from photo album
in Texas house

When she told me she had made them all, I was gobsmacked.  I wanted one, too!  She told me what to do:  Go to Kmart, buy a cheap mirror for $5 with a wide frame; paint it white; stick on shells with Elmer's glue.  (Nobody had ever heard of a glue gun then.  This was mid-70s.)  When I got home to Charlotte, that was the first thing I did.  I found one in an octagonal shape, and I followed her instructions.  She had provided me with a plethora of shells and sand dollars, all of which she and her children gathered from their daily beach jaunts.  Her method of getting them so white was to wash them in Clorox water and lay them out on the picnic table in her sandy back yard in the sun to dry.  

One of my boyfriends (I had several in the city as well as the one at the beach by then) dropped by one Sunday afternoon while I was making on the mirror.  He laughed and said, "When I was in rehab, we used to call this OT!"  Then he helped for a while.  (I later found out he was a drug dealer and stopped seeing him!  You already know I used to have a thing for the bad boys.  Maybe I will write about him one day.)

I carted that mirror all over the country during my Nomadic life, and used it in every home I had after that.  Once in a while I had to glue a shell or two back on, and even had to touch up the paint now and again.  When Sweet Husband and I lived in Arlington, right before we came to Alabama, I had hung it in the shower room part of the Master Bath.  I had removed the mirror that was in there and given it to my friend Terri who needed a mirror, and when we sold the house, the girl who bought it asked me if I would let her keep the mirror.  I said "Sure" -- figuring I could always make another if I wanted one.  Years after that, my son asked me what happened to it.  Apparently he had always liked it, and said he would have liked to have it!  Who knew?

Over the years, I have done other shell projects, including another mirror which is currently under our bed.  I don't have anywhere to put it at the moment, but it has been in several spots both here and at our previous house.  I already mentioned my longing for those expensive topiaries I had seen in the NM and Gump's catalogs, and how they were way out of my price range.  Then, suddenly the impetus was there in the last few weeks, to JUST DO IT!

My friend Carolyn got married again, too, a few years after moving down to the beach.  She came to Anniston for my wedding when I married my previous husband, the short-lived one who came out of the closet and turned my world upside down again, and then I did not see her again for ten years when she phoned me out of the blue while I was single again, living in Dallas.  She was having marital troubles, and just needed to get away.  The visit was not a happy one.  Although we had kept in touch, mostly through Christmas cards and a very occasional phone call, I was a bit surprised at this sudden demand for refuge, but I couldn't say no.  After several days she went back home, they patched it up, and I didn't hear from her for a long time except the ubiquitous Christmas card which always arrived the day after Thanksgiving.  Her husband never made any secret of his dislike for me, so I just felt like that's the way it was, and we all went on with our lives.   It was not until Sweet Husband and I took a vacation to Hilton Head several years ago, that I decided I wanted to show Sweet Husband that South Carolina Low Country that I loved.   I had by then begun communicating more regularly with Carolyn via FaceBook, and so I let her know our vacation plans.  We drove up to their home in Mt. Pleasant for the day, and we also were delighted to see another of my old friends from Salisbury who had actually bought a condo behind Carolyn's for a vacation home.  Her husband was still not exactly cordial, but was reasonably civilized most of the time we were there.  We left after dinner to drive back to Hilton Head.  It had been twenty years or so since her visit to Dallas.  When I returned home, I sent her a goodie box with lots of Estee Lauder sunscreen and the little gift with purchase that came with, plus a nice straw hat.  During the visit I saw her nose reconstruction because she had had melanoma which I knew, and was in the process of several surgeries.    The doctor had done a good job -- I really couldn't tell.  Her prognosis was good.

I got off FaceBook after that, but I still kept in touch with Carolyn by email after that, loosely.  Our children were all grownups by now and out into the world, so most of our communications involved news of our children and their doings.  Then about five years ago, I received an email with the chilling news that she had pancreatic cancer.  Very advanced, inoperable, involving the hepatic artery.   Although I was not on FaceBook any more (which really irritated her), we did correspond intermittently, and I sent the occasional greeting card as well.  I always dreaded the day when I knew the communication would stop.

The years went on, and Carolyn defied the odds.  Numerous treatments, a failed attempt at the Whipple procedure which is sort of a Hail Mary for sufferers of this type of cancer, and she just kept going and going and going!  She was always like the Energizer Bunny, burning the candle at both ends, sleeping no more than three hours a night, and always on the go.  I used to call her a gadfly and she would laugh.   She did not seem to let this disease slow her down -- ever.  She was an amateur genealogist, and really loved digging up all these ancient family ties for herself and others.  She was a descendant of John Quincy Adams through Abigail, which she loved to tell anyone who would listen.  There were numerous inherited dead ancestor portraits in her house, including those of the just mentioned.  The last correspondence I had with her sometime in the Spring mentioned that she had been in the hospital again, but she brushed it off lightly, as usual.

I sent her an anniversary e-card on April Fool's because April 1 was her wedding anniversary.  No one but Carolyn would have chosen that day to get married!   When a reply did not come, although I got the email message that the card had been opened, I began to think about her a lot.  I debated calling, but decided not to, since I didn't know the situation.  

Then this obsession with finally making the topiaries started.  I began to obsess, and said to my husband numerous times, "I wish I knew how Carolyn is doing.  It is very unlike her not to acknowledge a card."  Once before I had gotten my foot in my mouth when a friend was (unbeknownst to me) killed in an car accident, and I had sent a very cheery note in the Christmas card.  I received a long letter from her husband a couple of weeks later telling me what had happened and that he was so sorry he didn't get word to me.  After that debacle, I just didn't want to get my foot in it again.

However, that little niggling in the back of my head got the better of me last night.  I Googled her name, and her obituary popped up.  She had finally lost her battle, and she died on May 25, right about the time I started getting those strong urges to find out how she was doing and to make those seashell topiaries.  There was a memorial service for her on June 3, but I suppose no one thought to let me know.   She had lived for five years with advanced pancreatic cancer, defying all the odds.

It seems so surreal to think that she is no longer in the world with us, Carolyn with all that energy and that sassy mouth.  Where did it go?  I don't know what you think about the theory that we are all connected somehow, and that the forces of the people we have known and cared about are always around us and very close to us at times.  This experience makes me believe that it could be so.

22 June 2016


Well, not really, but I couldn't think up a cleverer title.  

Here is the other topiary and both are now in place.  I find shell projects very therapeutic, but now I really need to get cracking on some sewing projects.  

lots of green and white
I am about done in the LR till late September or early October when I guess I will revert to a heavier look, but I do want to get a cover made for that little camelback sofa (now sporting one of Grandma's crocheted tablecloths) and that black ottoman.  Not sure which of my fabrics I will try, but I will think of something.  I think it will be sufficiently Summery at that point.

2nd one on the right

1st one -- on the left

I found some small pedestal style dishes (Gracie china) at HG to use as a matching set of bases for the topiaries.  I did not glue the topiaries on because I wanted the option of using them for serving pieces at other seasons of the year.  

The second topiary has more white shells, but that's the way it goes...  

shell magazine rack under the book table
You can see that there are other seashell items including a waste basket which has (fake) flowers in it, and a magazine rack (no, I did not make those).

 Plus there is a milk glass compote from a neighbor's estate sale and big HL jar full of shells. 

 I have some shell things in other areas about the house, too.  It's just my summertime schtick, as our Northern neighbors would say.  Do you really like to bring the beach home to you, too, in the Good Old Summertime?

I found another white pierced ceramic ginger jar for my collection during a retail therapy jaunt through HG!
How do you like it?

20 June 2016


New book you should read if you are feeling bad about yourself!

We just chilled this weekend, to make it short and sweet.  On Friday, and as any sane person knows, that is when a proper weekend begins, we went to a favorite eatery.  Long story short, the food did not taste as good it usually does, and I got rather sick, almost like food poisoning sick, which has lasted over the weekend and is just now beginning to subside.  It did not seem to bother Sweet Husband, and he is usually the one who will get sick first.   So there was that...

I piddled with my second seashell topiary most of Saturday afternoon.  I styled up the top of that chest I painted last week.  I did cook something Saturday night, and it was good, but I had so little appetite for it.  Yesterday, I sat on the back porch, read a funny little book and binge-watched some more of that Australian cops and robbers show on Hulu.  It is called City Homicide, by the way, and it is quite well-done, very much like Law & Order.  The accent is so fun to listen to, and as I am a natural mimic anyway, I started calling Sweet Husband "Mayte" which he thinks is very funny.

Here is what I cooked Saturday night:
Girl portion

Boy portion

I call it Deconstructed Pesto Pasta because I harvested a big bunch of basil out of our planter.  Instead of grinding up basil, toasted pine nuts and cheese with olive oil and garlic (which I fully intend to do pretty soon), I just sautéed the stuff and tossed it up with the pasta and shaved the cheese over it.  It tastes much the same.  For the chicken, I coated them with, left to right below, the flour, egg, dried unsweetened coconut.  Pan fried them in butter, too!  I used the Lemon Pepper Pappardelle from Trader Joe's for the pasta.  It was very tasty, but I didn't eat much of mine because I wasn't very hungry.  Sweet Husband is getting leftovers today.

Here is where I am on the second topiary:
You will next see it when I finish it.
Probably this is a bit over halfway.  I used a coupon at Michael's and bought a turntable meant for frosting cakes to make the job easier.  I should have done this ages ago!

Now about this book --it is hysterically funny, and the author, Jennifer McCartney, not to be confused with the actress, has written a spoof on the books I railed about recently here on this blog, those which espouse giving away your stuff so you find inner peace or Nirvana or some such nonsense.   This writer says it all in more scatalogical terminology that I would use on this blog, but trust me -- it is very funny.  Her term FAPping (Fatally Addicted to Purging) cracks me up, too.  The general premise is that messy people are more creative!  That must mean I am REALLY creative!  To wit:  this quote from Einstein --

"If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind,
of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?"

I can't argue with Einstein.  I admit my clutter is fairly controlled, but it is still clutter any way you slice it.  Her argument is that the more stuff you have, the more you need to buy because you can't find what you bought already!  There is a quote from Simone de Beauvoir to back up her theory:  "Buying is a profound pleasure."  Can't argue with that.  At least till the bills roll in....

I leave you with the top of that chest I re-painted, all styled up now, including one of my 80% off finds from HobLob last week.

Can you guess which one?

Yep -- it's the bright orange one.
I used to hate that color, and now I seem to gravitate toward it.
Kitty Bartholomew, one of the HGTV original decorators,
says orange is synonymous with "cheap."
Well it was:  $5!
(It had been about $30 or so.)

The green one was also a HL find for very cheap, but I don't think it was $5.
Maybe $8 or $10, from a few years ago.

You may remember my alter ego here, The Shopper.
My old friend Linda sent me this once for my birthday.
Her handbag says
"Lead me not into temptation,
I can find it myself."

Other favorite lines:

"If it's elastic, it feels fantastic!"
"Here's a good purse test -- can it fit a bottle of wine?"
"Accumulating as many shoes as possible is an acceptable goal in life."
"Being mad about clutter is a waste of time."

17 June 2016


I get my knickers in a twist every year about this, so you'd think I would just get used to it already.  Why on earth do the retailers have to get so far ahead of themselves?  Like many other phenomena, this one has reached the point of absurdity.   For quite a few years now, it has been impossible to find a swimsuit or a pair of sandals if you decide you might take a little trip to the beach in August.  The goods on offer at that point are boots, coats and sweaters.  I don't know about you, but Alabama in August is not conducive to shopping for Winter goods.  It is not even officially Summer till Monday for Pete's sake, and all the summer merchandise is already on clearance.  In fact, we walked down several aisles in Hobby Lobby where things were 80% off!  I did pick up a few odds and ends, but it is really annoying to have to go all over town trying to find some more seashells, considering this is only June!

I like to decorate with shells in the Summer, and over the years I have acquired several baskets and boxes.  I also like doing projects with them, too, and this is my latest one:  

A topiary!  I have been admiring these for several years, especially in some of the high-end catalogs where they can run several hundred dollars.  The photo has been pinned to my bulletin board for I don't know how long.  No way will I ever fork over that kind of money -- but I sort of copied it.  

Whenever I buy shells, I sort them by color into the appropriate group, using white, pink, peach, brown, blue/grey as a basic guideline.   I have had the topiary forms for a few years, but I do like to take my own sweet time to get going on a project.  BTW, I did notice that Pier 1 has a version of their own this year, too, which is not quite as expensive as NM's.  

This one I put together with shells which had browns mostly.

This past week, I have piddled a little bit for several afternoons while watching a new-to-me Australian Whodunit on Hulu.  This is a great way to spend a hot afternoon when it is just too hot to go out.  I find it a nice little creative challenge to vary the shells and generally work from largest at the bottom to smaller at the top.  Use the very tiny ones to fill in little gaps when you have an area covered.  

Start from the bottom and work your way up to the top,
gradually decreasing the size of the shells as you go up.

I am pretty pleased with it.  Now to do the other one.  I plan to put them on each end of the mantel and remove the cachepots for the rest of the summer.  I need to figure out a pair of bases, since I am not planning to leave that plain white ceramic one in play.   We found some more shells in Pottery Barn today, but even they didn't have but a few bags left.  Not on sale, either, I might add!  I suppose these two topiaries won't be matchy-matchy, but I don't mind.  

You might notice I have made a few more Summer changes in the LR, too.  Those white cane chairs I redid a couple of years ago came out of the attic (replacing the red-framed ones for Summer) to add some more lightness, and today I finished up the two red-piped white pique pillows.  In keeping with my leisurely philosophy, they have been in the to-do basket for about three years.  

Apropos of nothing, I will leave you with some photos of the herbs -- they have gone nuts in this hot weather with our frequent rainstorms!

Basil -- from two seed packets!
I think I can do Pesto this year -- Yay!


Not herbs but morning glories from the seeds that Blondie sent me!
Thanks so much!

Have a good weekend!

12 June 2016


Well, it's Sunday evening, and it's like this.  A storage jar jumped off the shelf in the laundry room, and Sweet Husband said, "You are a real BuzzKill you know that?!"  We had just finished a loverly leisurely dinner of taco salad and a Margarita.  He got the dust pan and the vacuum and cleaned up while I cussed a blue streak!  However, that is not the subject of this post.  

This is!

A couple of weeks ago, I was reading The Pink Clutch blog, and Paige mentioned that a friend of hers had brought some pies to their Memorial Day celebration.  The pie looked good, so I went to the original link.  When I read that the pie had been around for twenty or more years, I got curious and Googled it.  I started looking at the various links and many people had put their own spin on the original over the years.  

I was interested in the comments and reviews. Many people had commented that the pie was way too sweet.  Looking at the ingredients I could see how that could be so.  Also, it was really rich in fat, and I thought, I could improve on this.  Of course, I could.  You know I always mess with things!

I replaced the graham cracker crust because I am not a big fan of these anyway.  I liked the idea of a pecan butter pastry as suggested by one commenter, but I already had ready made rolls of pastry in the fridge.  I rarely use these ready made pie crusts because to me they taste like cardboard, but I had bought it for something else and I thought I'd just use it and get rid of it.  When I took stock of the other ingredients, I realized I was only missing the shredded coconut and the Cool Whip, something else I do not normally keep around.  I don't use many processed foods.

I popped over to Publix and got the Cool Whip, then on the way home realized I forgot the coconut, so stopped in Sprouts which is on the way and got said coconut.  Interestingly enough, theirs is somewhat different from what the big supermarkets carry, as it is not sweetened and is dried and very finely grated.   On the package, it suggests coating chicken with it which is something I intend to try.

Putting it together:  I decided not to use two pie pans since I wasn't using pre-made graham cracker crust.  I used a 9 x 13 Pyrex dish which required one and a half of the crusts.  Then I brushed said crust with melted salted butter, and I pressed in finely chopped pecans.  This I baked at 350 till it was done, since there was to be no further cooking.

Baking took maybe 12 or 13 minutes in my oven, and then I let it cool.    Meantime, I sautéed the salted butter and pecans and coconut together letting it get a little toasty brown.  I set that aside.  Then I put the softened (Neufchatel) creme cheese and the Eagle Brand milk in a bowl, after dumping the first can down the disposal.  It was past the expiration date, and had turned brown.  Ick!  Need to make sure to check that more often!  Whip these two things together.  Then I looked at the recipe again, and -- OOPS!!! -- I didn't buy a big enough container of Cool Whip.  So I made up the difference with my favorite Greek Yoghurt, Fage or however it is spelled, which I always keep.  So all that got whipped up, and the Cool Whip folded in.    

So what you do is this:  Into the cooled crust, put in half the whipped creamy mixture, then half the pecan coconut mixture, then half the caramel.  Repeat.  Then freeze.  Cover well with plastic wrap.  When you cover it after you freeze it, the plastic will not stick.  To serve it, remove it from the freezer and pull back the plastic.  In 20 to 30 minutes, you can cut slices or squares -- whatever floats your boat.

Just in time for you to make this for Father's Day and become the Favorite Golden Child and maybe get a bigger inheritance, here's my modified version of the recipe and the proportions I used.  The yoghurt cuts some of that excessive sweetness as well as using coconut that is not sweetened.  I also used CoolWhip Lite.   The salted caramel also offsets the sweetness.  You can thank me after you make this.

Caramel Freezer Pie

  1. 1 and 1/2 ready made rolls of pie crust.  Melt 3 or 4 T butter and measure out 1/2 cup or so of  finely chopped pecans.  Brush the butter over the crust liberally and press the pecans into it.  Bake at 350 till lightly brown and done.
  2. 6 tablespoons butter
    1 cup of the dried unsweetened coconut
    1 cup chopped pecans.  In a skillet, sauté the pecans and coconut in the butter till lightly brown and set aside.  

  3. 1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk
    1 (8 ounce) package low-fat cream cheese, softened  -- Mix with hand-held mixer.
    1 (12 ounce) container frozen whipped topping, thawed    -- fold in, and add
  4. 4 ounces of plain Greek yoghurt (I used non-fat Fage)  -- fold in.  

  5. Here’s the good part:  I had a 17 ounce jar of Salted Caramel topping from Williams-Sonoma.  Admittedly, this stuff is like liquid gold at $16.95 per jar, so if you use the regular kind from the grocery store, you might want to give it a good sprinkle of sea salt!
Layer this by halves as I explained already.  Then freeze it for a few hours.  This says it makes 16 servings.  I haven’t counted, but it could be quite a few portions.  

Unless you are feeding my husband!


Please keep the families and loved ones of the ghastly events in Orlando this weekend in your thoughts and prayers.  I don't know what the answer is to this phenomenon of mass shootings and terrorism, but it must stop.  


10 June 2016


I finally have most of the furniture painted in the Master Bedroom!  

In place.
You may remember these Hekman nightstands,
as they were formerly a taupe color like the armoire which I never really liked.
I wanted some Swedish style white furniture when I bought it, but I had a really hard time sourcing it at the time.
It would be easier now.

In progress...

The first nightstand base-coated with Old White ASCP;
the ottoman is my seat while painting -- lazy soul that I am!
I kind of spun around the plastic drop cloth (which was an old shower curtain liner) while I sat in place to paint.

Here's the first one -- I worked in the adjoining bathroom.
The green trim is done with two shades of green acrylic craft paint.

back in place

Before you all forget my name, I thought I had better show you what I have been up to in my spare time, which has been limited lately.  I finally got the rest of the furniture in the MBR painted, to go along with the whole lightening up for Summer bit.

Real life here -- not a magazine shoot!
Yes, that is my neck pillow in a basket underneath.

I am still working on the last piece, the chest on chest, but I am coming into the home stretch.  This will only leave the interior of the armoire, but I am not terribly worried about that since hardly anybody but us ever sees it.  I think I want to do  a combination of paint and fabric/or wallpaper inside.  Right now that behemoth TV is still in it, and it is a bear to move.  So -- no hurry...

The bench is wearing it's Summer whites.  You might also notice that the dresser lampshades are topped with another piece of Grandma's crochet.
Please ignore the soon to be gone carpet.

On the agenda for this room is new flooring, but I think we are waiting till Fall.  After spending most of last Summer in a colossal mess doing over the LR, I am not ready for the house to be a shambles again for two months.  I have lots of sewing projects on the drawing board, and I would like to wrap up this painting project this week.  I have a couple more pieces to do sometime this Summer when I get around to it, but they can wait.

All this hard work cuts into my reading/porch/lazy time, and that makes me a little cranky!  Soon I will share a wonderful dessert I concocted a few days ago which is sort of like an ice cream pie (and sorta not), as well as a list of books I have been reading.  I know you can't wait to hear...

My little sanctuary

I am having a boatload of trouble today with Blogger!  Anyone else?  I downloaded these photos en masse, then when I tried to import them into the post, no luck.  Just big blue question marks!   So it was back to doing them one at a time.  What???   A Royal Pain!

work in progress -- here base-coated

here -- trimmed out with the green and working on the mirror
(from the Spiegel catalog years ago)

mirror almost finished -- a little touching up to go

The last step is to seal it, and I am using MinWax poly -- the water-based kind.  I need to hit the drawer pulls with a little silver gilding wax so that they relate to the dresser which is a solid green.   If you look closely, you will see that the bottom drawer pull is different from the rest -- and broken.  If you know of a source where I could find another one like the originals to replace this one, please let me know.  It was this way when we bought it over twenty years ago.  We found it at Hanna Antiques in downtown Birmingham, and it was my birthday present the first year we moved here.  I had specifically asked for something to put my unmentionables in!  I chose this one because it is part of the same Henry Link furniture group as some other pieces I have had since the mid-70s.  They are in different parts of the house now, not all the same color any more, but if I ever want to sell these pieces, I could unify them with color and sell as a set.  

Armoire like the nightstands --
you saw this before.

You may remember I painted this chest on chest a few years ago with a grey wash over white.  Before that, I had had given it a blue wash over white for my last house.  And of course, you remember the armoire -- the outside and inside  doors I did back in the Spring.

You can see a Summery theme for this room emerging -- white, yellow and green with a few hot pink punches.  Never fear, the hot colors will re-emerge when the weather is C~O~L~D~~~~~~~!

Till next time -- when I tempt you with a sinful dessert!

I am linking up to Danielle for her Sunday party at Finding Silver Pennies.  Thanks for the party, and your house is looking good!

I am also linking this post to Kelly's Korner for her Real Life Master Bedroom Tour!  Thanks so much for the party, girl -- I found you through the Preppy Empty Nester.

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