Something I was recently informed: The term turd burglar is notoffensive, while the term Indian summer is offensive.
Well now I know. And now you do too.
So lasted weekend, while most people were outside enjoying a Native American summer, I decided to skip the 70 degree temperatures outside and stay indoors and with the windows open. I have a weird thing about open windows – they make me crazy productive. Emphasis on crazy.
I know my brain chemistry well enough by now to identify the correlation between brief surges of warm weather and brief surges of prolific industriousness. Working. Cleaning. Crafting. Cooking. Saturday I stayed up late felting flowers. Sunday I woke up at 3am and decided it would be a great time to rearrange furniture. And swap out the rugs. And wash the walls. And set up the pink Christmas tree. And color my hair. While making meatballs. Before 11am.
Why? Because I felt like it.
I realize feelings like this must seem bizarre to some people, but I’m now at a point in my life where I not only accept it – I embrace it. It feels so good to accomplish things. As long as I can keep my mind busy and my hands occupied, I’m happy. The hard part is when the weather changes and the cold crashes in…there will be a day or two of adjustment (like this morning) when it’s a struggle just to get up out of bed.
Ahhh, Winter. You have a cruel sense of humor.
Speaking of humor – my friend Ann sent me a set of reindeer flamingos. Let me repeat: Reindeer Flamingos. I suspected they were from her the second I saw them, but there wasn’t a note and my thing for flamingos isn’t exactly secret, so I called the factory to ask where they came from (plus, let’s be honest, I always wanted an excuse to call a flamingo factory). They were soooooooo nice. Turns out they even threw in some extra flamingo gear, including these swizzle sticks, which Lola promptly tried to eat. Since they were so nice and the factory is in the area, I am going to take a tour in a few weeks. Can you even imagine touring a flamingo factory? Oh man. I have visions of a How’s It Made video ala Sesame Street. Stay tuned!
PS: Just in case you were wondering, it’s not too late to buy a Turkeymingo (scroll to the bottom). It has hints of both pilgrim and Native American flair. Way to be PC, Turkeymingo.
I, too, love pink flamingos. But more than that, I was so taken by yr pink Christmas tree. This last summer, some dear yard sale friends gave me a very ratty and yellowed old Cmas tree. I had wanted it when they were asking $5, but hesitated and later it was gone. Then in a couple of months, they gave it to me. Lawdy! That was thrilling. Brought it home and stuck it in my north garage, and was wondering what to do with it. It is very yellowed, like it resided in a smokers’paradise or somewhere. Anyway, now that I have seen yr pink tree, I am ready to proceed with my latest awesome project. Wow, thx aunt peaches. You rock!!!!
Doesn’t the Indian in the phrase ‘Indian summer’ refer to the country of India?!
That sounds like a very acceptable yard display!
so… I am German and live in England. But apparently it’s not ok to say that anymore. I am a European living in the UK, and my Nigerian friend Jummie is a coloured African, wether she likes it or not.
I love you, lass, but I disagree with pink christmas (xmas, holiday, seasonal) trees. They don’t smell right. No sap, no needles, no failing tree stand, no discussion about symmetry. Wrong. (wait on, did I just list all the upsides of a pink tree and call them wrong??)
Just rest assured that sleep is overrated and as long as you have a cat to sit it out with you, it’ll be ok. Can’t wait for the factory tour. And I actually mean this.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I saw the post title in the feed, but your weird weekend schedule reminds me a lot of my random bouts of crazy productivity. 🙂 Honestly, I more productive before 9AM than I am after. LOL.
I remember this video! And I knew it was going to be orange. Funny things that you remember…I am an artist and even as a young child, I appreciated color and an artists tools. thanks for sharing.
A tour of the flamingo factory! Are they free? That totally sounds like a way to spend a few hours with the under-10 set.
I know right? I think I am the first to request. Perhaps they shall expand… The younger generations must learn!
Hey thanks Maureen! You made my day 🙂
My red cat George loves chewing on MY pink flamingo swizzle stick, too! And anything plastic including ruining $200 worth of prescription glasses, still love him though. I found you from the HP article and in the last 3 days I’ve spent over 10 hours (obviously too much time on my hands) going back through your site, so glad I found you. I’m not sure which I enjoy more, your creations or your writing, so I’ll just have to keep checking in to see what you have to say/do next. The jokester lunch lady was priceless!
Oh my goodness! 10 hours? Girl, you need to meet my friend Pinterest. He will keep you all kinds of busy.
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Peaches, This is more of a general comment than a comment on this post in particular, but I just want you to know that: YOUR BLOG IS MY FAVORITE THING ON THE INTERNET. Its pretty good. Thanks for that.
Thank you for including the crayon video, I started humming the “song” before I even watched it (I love old Sesame Street!)
I know, right? I wish they would turn old Sesame street tunes into a soundtrack.
Can’t wait to see the Flamingos! BTW, we finally saw your reply and sent pics of the piggy palooza in response.
I didn’t see it– i’ll look!!