Luckygal, where in the world are you? Somewhere near a beach obviously--but which one. Sorry no good luck on the TS shopping, do keep trying! Jeanne, I have two baker's racks outside, one is a corner unit--but neither look nearly as cute as yours with your collections and vignettes. I need to work on mine I think. That is so neat that you do the Farmer's market too. Candy, I'm another one who does tablescapes for my "imaginary" friends. DH will only eat at the table when we have company--rest of the time he prefers to eat in front of the tv. Karen, I didn't do a table, but I did glue a little cheese tray and glass dome on a pedestal and decorate it--can I get any points for that? ;o) Kathleen, the rooster napkins like in your photo that you shared with me are some of my favs. We don't do sit down breakfast often, but I like to just sit the table and display them on the plates because they look so cute.

Thank you guys :-) I do love my rose and its uniqueness. My DH comes up with some different ideas sometimes and prides himself on not always being mainstream...lol. cooperbailey, On the way home with my rose I started wondering the same thing. It's a burnished finish. I believe if it was natural it would be black and it is buffed to give it a more pewter color. It has some black in the grooves but I'm thinking there's not a finish on it at all. If that's the case I suppose it would rust if exposed to humidity. You're not the first person to ask me that. I'm thinking I should email the fabricator and ask him about it. He was really nice and showed us his workshop which is located in his garage.

What lovely mamas, and what a lovely thread where we can honor and remember them. My mom has been my best friend for just about as long as I can recall. I have distinct memories of her putting me on the handlebars of her bicycle when I was very little (around the age I am in the photo below) and riding around the neighborhood. One of our favorite things to do was to go to the historic cemetery near our home, and I can still practically feel the sweet summer mornings in the air when I remember. It was peaceful and pretty there, and I got to where I would ask, "Mama, can we go see if anybody 'new' died today?" Sounds morbid. It wasn't. :-) I went through typical teenage rebellion where I thought I knew it all and she knew absolutely nothing. I'll never forget walking in the mall with her when I was 14 and making some smart-arse comment. She'd had enough of me, because she reached over and popped me hard on the butt. I was mortified, believing I was much too old to be treated like a child. Oh, how much I still had to learn about "my place" in the world! There's almost never a day that goes by where she and I don't have some form of communication. We only live about 5 minutes apart, but because of busy schedules we don't get to see each other that often. Email or phone calls keep us close. Mom is a professional pianist and I have never heard anyone play as beautifully as she. That's something else I only came to appreciate as I got older. When you grow up with certain things, you tend to take them for granted. She'll be 77 this year, and I fully realize that it's very unwise to take anything for granted at this point. I know how very fortunate I am to have a mother who is also my best friend. As many of you know, she and I have made trips to the UK together for the past couple of decades. I can't even begin to recount the stories we've come back with. Suffice it to say that we have stored up some pretty amazing memories, for which I am eternally thankful. Here we are enjoying our pints of cider at a lovely old pub in medieval Lavenham, Suffolk. Shortly after we finished these drinks, Mom was invited to play the old piano just out of view, and the entire pub sang and danced. One of the regulars remarked that it was a "right old knees-up", and oh, yes, it was. Such good times. Yesterday on NPR I listened to a story about a young man who made grindcore/punk music and had included his mother on one of the songs. He spoke of once having a mohawk and being stopped by a police officer who asked him, "What would your mother think about the way you look?" His response? "Sir, my mother fully supports my right to be different." That sums my mother up perfectly. Happy Mom's Day.

As long as I get some strawberry shortcake I'm happy. Going to my oldest's for dinner. They asked what I want and all I could think of was asparagus or brussel sprouts. Need to think of an entree . I'm just happy I'm not the cook . It's been wonderful my youingest daughter has been cooking since I started chemo and trying new things. Seniorgal, the drive sounds wonderful . Growing ue we did Sunday drives with all of us piled in the car . Drives through North Jersey with fall colors and stopping for apples or ice cream. Some nice music on the radio ... have a wonderful ride today . Whether it's time to yourself or spending with family , I hope all of you enjoy Mother''s Day !