|"THE DETAILS ARE NOT THE DETAILS. THEY MAKE THE DESIGN." — CHARLES EAMES|
Happy Tuesday, m' dears! I always say I'm going to keep these posts short and sweet. Then several grafs later, I'm still rambling. About nothing. So today, I'm going to set out to do something the long-winded Gilmore in me rarely does and I'm going to keep to my word. That's right! I've pared today's post down to a few specific deetz that I found most delightful this past week. Here goes...
- Just when I think I can't take another rainy day in West Texas (Seriously, what gives?!), I see Max in his wellies and raincoat and I'm totally okay with ALL the wet weather. That sunny combo he wears makes me turn into mush.
- Give my kid a hooded towel and suddenly he adopts an alter ego. Ladies and gents, I present Dino Dave to you.
- Thanks to Flyboy, my Peonies are still kicking. How is it possible that a flower could bring someone SO much joy?!
- How about a set of punchy magnets that's filled with all life's best descriptors?! They serve as colorful reminders.
- The piss and vinegar smirk my child gives me that reminds me of some of my favorite people. You know who you are.
- Summer tops that combine details, such as eyelet and tassels, that make the rising temps look a lot cuter than it feels.
- Max's giddy response when he woke up from his nap and learned I got him a basket for his bike. That was the best!
- That first cocktail you sip after finishing up a round of Whole30. You know it's only the fizziest and finest for this gal.
- Glancing at the upcoming week's weather and seeing nothing but sun. Yassss! Did somebody say HELLO, POOL?!
- Watching the little gears turn in Max's head as he attempts to fit his blow-up Bracchiasaurus, Barry, in his toy truck.
- Beesly's charming ability to stop you from doing whatever it is that's in front of you to pet her instead. Works every time.
- Watching a movie with my boys and glancing over at JUST the right time to see Max's head resting on FB's arm.
Well, that's enough from me. How are you doing? I'm dying to know.
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