Did I mention that Chelsea will be 17 in 6 days? It has nothing at all to do with this post, but wow. 17.

S: Get up and get your ass ready...We're goin to the beach!

Now normally I don't take kindly to people telling me what to do.  I mean it's rude.  And bossy. My most often used catch phrase is probably "don't tell me what to do."    Of course I'm kidding when I say it, especially when it comes to L suggesting that "since you're up, grab us a shot of chocolate vodka" on Friday night movie night.  Because of course I'm going to grab us a shot of chocolate vodka on Friday night movie night.  I'd even get up on purpose to grab us a shot of chocolate vodka on Friday night movie night.  Or Tuesday afternoon.  Because Chocolate Vodka, y'all.

But whenever Scott texts me the above early on a Sunday morning the only word my brain can form is Yay!  I'm all about being told what to do when it means this

Also when it involves oysters and fried shrimp and the best chicken wings you'll ever put your lips on.  I'd show you a picture of the 3 dozen oysters they laid out in front of us, but that would involve actually looking at them long enough to take a picture and I don't look at raw oysters.  Not even while I'm dashing them with hot sauce and lemon and putting them on a cracker to shove into my face.  Because oysters look disgusting and how hungry was the first person who ever cracked one open and thought "YUM!"

Still, when an oyster is delivered the right way for the first time YUM totally works.

There were lounge pants and long sleeves involved, but I'll take a cool day in the sand over a cool day anywhere else.

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I've discovered new joy in an old creative medium.  These are a labor of love and a constantly evolving process.  Which is what I tell myself to account for the myriad of imperfections that exist in the second one.

There is a story for each, a reason for the use of specific components. 

 I'll get around to penning it on a postcard to go with them

just as soon as the right side of my brain

allows the left out to play.

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It is warm enough to light the torch today, so I'll be out there paying the bills.  I was kind of bummed about having to walk away from my seed beads, but just now I remembered the new silver glass colors I splurged on in November and have yet to play with.

Come on over.  I'll make you something pretty with which to make something pretty.