Garlic Finally

So not so much a flood gate as a slow drip, but where else to start remedying my procrastination than with a story about procrastination itself...

Garlic.

We woke up early on Sunday. We had full intention to work. I know. Sunday. Work. Makes no sense. But we have work to do. This will explained another day. But for now, we woke up and said NO. We. Will not. Work. On this day. And this is the time of year that we breeze thru for some reason that we breeze thru and then regret all that it has to offer. The transition from summer to fall has much to offer in the ways of festivals and gatherings that we find lovely and somehow always miss. Not this year. It's Sunday. And there's garlic. 

But first; breakfast. 

At which we had some celebrating to do. You see, Laura was celebrating her first day of maternity leave part deux. She is off for six weeks. These six weeks are going to be interesting. We are celebrating now, in case we don't have something to celebrate about later. So, cheers.

It wasn't long after we arrived at the garlic festival that Yuula was crowned Garlic Pope. She made her own crown. It took 47 minutes.

We found the garlic flock. I asked if they made garlic-scented sweaters out of them. The query was not met with a pleasant response. 

Yuula got a unicorn tattoo. I can only imagine that it won't be long til this is done in permanent ink. And then it's not my problem. 

 Aesop was there, too. He didn't get a tattoo but, he still managed to have a good time. 

 Maybe because I was throwing his little ass in the air.

What do you think Laura chose?

Potato Sword!

No good way to eat this thing.

The picture doesn't do it justice, but this child was a dirty monkey.

All Because The Sun Came Out

 We had planned to run the electric thru the new walls today, getting another step closer to sheetrocking, bringing us closer to actually having s closet and being able to sop picking thru the pile of clothes that has become the front room upstairs. But when we woke up ad felt the sun shining and the temperature up in the 50's we decided to head out and make a day of it.  

We went to the tiny-but-expensive antique shop on 611 to see if we could get inspired by design. They have some incredible finds there. If we were wealthy we'd be having a good old time up in there. But for today's cause, we were content to browse.

This here is a photo we found online that we fell in love with the sink and hoped to model our new bathroom upstairs after, as close we could, knowing we'd NEVER be able to find that sink, but we'd be willing to settle for a close knock-off from the Home Depot or something. And it was the furthest thing in our mind when we rounded the corner in the basement of the antique shop when...

Bam. I mean we are talking identical. Just without the updated faucet, which is a feature still up for debate. We were stoked and having learned our lesson numerous times over of thinking "oh it will be here next time we come" and then not, we snatched it up and didn't look back. The owner assured us it's a great deal, but she also told us not to trust anyone, especially if they're trying to sell you something. Seems like an odd approach to sales. What do we care, we found our sink!

Yuula got a free purse and baby Raybans and we hit the road, glad we didn't stay home for once and encouraged that the renovation is going to end up just as we want. That is if doesn't all collapse thru the floor.

 And Laura got a mimosa.