Hi.
How are you?
I’m fine. I’ve just finished looking through my new Pottery Barn catalog and am now sitting here feeling bad about myself. It made me want to put out my stylish mercury glass pumpkins and write a recipe for pumpkin soup on my rustic chalkboard adorned with twigs.
But then I remembered I don’t own mercury glass pumpkins or a rustic chalkboard and I wouldn’t know a good recipe for pumpkin soup if it jumped out of a cookbook and bit me. Because I don’t know that pumpkins and soup need to go together. I prefer my pumpkin in some bread.
I realize there are some people that are totally inspired by the latest Pottery Barn catalogs. They pore over the pages and think to themselves, “I COULD TOTALLY GET SOME SILVER PAINT AND RECREATE THAT DISPLAY USING ONLY PUMPKINS AND A SINGLE GOURD!”
However, I am not one of those people. I am a person who thinks how fun and quirky it would be to host a Halloween party and have some spooky skeleton hands to hold the punch dispenser.
But I know that all I will actually do is put out a couple of mums on the front porch that will be dead by November because I’ll forget to water them. And I’ll accentuate them with five pumpkins Caroline will talk me into buying at the pumpkin patch and leave them there to rot until it’s time to hang the Christmas lights.
I make Martha Stewart sad.
I’ve always told myself that I would really get into seasonal decor if I just had enough money to buy all the stuff and not have to resort to any type of craft. But now I realize that’s not true. I’d need to have enough money to buy all that stuff and then to pay someone to come put it all out for me in an artfully arranged display.
So what I’m saying is it looks like another year of dead mums and rotten pumpkins for our house. The neighbors will be so pleased.
In other news, I promised to fill you in on our weekend. I think it will speak volumes when I tell you that Caroline had a friend spend the night on Friday night and I made an enormous pallet for the girls in the middle of the living room floor and ended up leaving it there all weekend. Because you never know when you might not make it all the way to the couch and just fall face first into a nap-like state in the middle of the living room.
Friday night we took the girls to the high school football game. This is what they looked like as they walked in.
So big, yet so little. I love that they still hold hands when they walk together.
We cheered for our team, but sadly the game came down to a bad call by the refs which caused the Debbie Downer who’d been sitting behind us the whole game to announce repeatedly she knew THE WHOLE TIME that there was no way we could win. Thank you, Sunshine. You made our Friday night super special.
On Saturday morning Caroline had her first soccer game of the season so I was concerned when she and her friend woke up at the crack of 6 a.m. after being up so late the night before. But they had plenty of adrenaline to get them through and led The Stingers (the team formerly known as The Magic, formerly known as The Cheetah Girls, formerly known as The Rainbows) to a 2-0 victory over a group of fourth and fifth graders that were bigger than me.
I’m not sure why C is rocking the socks over the knees look, but she scored her first goal of the season so it must have worked for her.
After the game we came home and it began to rain (I forgot to mention that we woke up to rain on Friday morning and, I KID YOU NOT, didn’t know what we were hearing. I thought a pipe had burst.) so we all took showers, put on our pajamas and watched Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets. It was the most delightful Saturday in recent memory.
Later that night we ate dinner with some friends, stayed up too late and then spent most of Sunday in our pajamas again.
It would have been the perfect time to put out our fall decor. Except I still have my dead summer plants in the urns on my front porch.
And my landscaper, also known as my husband, needs to buy me some mums.
But I’ll choose my own pumpkins. It’s important to pick just the right ones when you plan to keep them until Christmas.