Yeowzer — it was a FULL weekend! I headed back to my parents on Friday. I was doing a photo shoot for some long-time family friends and getting my hair cut and colored. I decided to take advantage of the extra hands and expertise whilst in town. My mom makes THE BEST gumbo and since I have never made it myself (shocking, I know) I wanted a lesson — and to use her massive pot. (And I wanted to stock up on easy dinners!) Who knew gumbo was such a labor of love? My mom still keeps saying… no, it’s really not that much work. Good grief. We have very difference definitions of what “not that much” work is. But our efforts were fruitful and not only did I go home with a double batch but my sister (who came to ‘supervise’) also went home with a few bowls too.
Well, all of that was just Friday. Saturday morning rolled around and since the weather is nice and I’m not longer commuting 90 miles on the highway, I thought I would take off the hard top of my jeep. (Crazy right; it’s like the seasons are reversed.) But seeing as how it’s been since 2009 since I’ve had the hard top off, it’s wasn’t exactly muscle memory. But three hours later, my dad and I had the hard top safely secured and covered for the winter and all parts of the soft-top in place — ready to be folded up on the next pretty day.
After that bit of unexpected physical exercise, I met my sister at a favorite antique shop and I think I found a new (antique) armoire. I need to measure it and make sure that I LOVE it before it comes home with me. I took a picture and I’m glad I did because she and I both liked it more the second day. But I guess if it’s meant to be, it’ll still be there when I can go back to get it.
Upon arriving back home, the hubs and I had to get ready for a dinner party and we made our favorite appetizers. (I’ll share those later this week.) We stayed much later than anticipated which made it a little tough to roll out of bed for our church-filled extravaganza of a day. And then after we endured a rainstorm that should have been named, we headed to Houston’s Antique Urban Market. There were lots of interesting things to see, but it was a bit like trying on clothes when you’re feeling fat. It just wasn’t happening. We inquired about a small end table, but after a much too-high price I felt like — *meh* — whatevs.
And finally we collapsed into our respective couches around 5pm yesterday. I began editing photos and the hubs — well, I’m not quite sure what he was working on. But we ate some gumbo and then watched The Walking Dead. The perfect way to end such a full weekend!