Tomorrow, I'm going to town to buy tile for the new bathroom. I'm buying white tile. White tile for the tub surround and white tile for the floor. We're painting the walls white. I know. We're boring. But we like white walls. Everything goes with white. Even white goes with white.
White makes everything light and airy-looking. I like light and airy. We will have a thin accent border of colored tile about a foot from the ceiling in the tub surround. Probably a light blue if I can find tile that color. If not, then a tan color.
And you wonder about people. I was checking out in the grocery store today and had to wait in line. I was standing behind a woman and her four daughters. They were (as we say here in Texas) "burly women." They had a full basket of food. Frozen pizzas, TV dinners, Lunchables, packaged chips, Pop Tarts, eight cases of sodas, probably 40 pounds of beef, juice boxes, candy, Hamburger Helper, bags and bags of cookies, white bread, ice cream. There was not one single fruit or vegetable in the basket. I can't help but think that their "burliness" was a direct result of their lack of nutritious food.
And I almost applauded a mother in Wal-Mart today. She was shopping for school supplies with her young daughter and toddler son who was sitting in the basket. He was a jolly and clearly happy kid. He looked around and bellowed, "HI PEOPLE HI PEOPLE HI PEOPLE!!!" at the top of his lungs. His mom placed her hand firmly over his mouth, leaned in close and said, "James, you know you may not scream in a store. If you scream again, we will leave now and go straight home and you will not get to pick out an apple to eat for in the car on the way home." Land sakes! A parent that disciplines and doesn't let her child scream in public! AND she bribed her kid with something nutritious instead of candy! I had to give her a thumbs up and she grinned back.
Then Emma liked to have scared the daylights out of me. She had some type of - for lack of a better word - seizure this afternoon. She fell off her bed and started thrashing around as she couldn't stand up. Her right side was affected. It lasted about three minutes. I picked her right up and phoned the vet and took her right in for a check up. She was fine by the time we got there. But the vet checked her over and is running blood tests anyway. Hopefully it is nothing. If it is something, then we'll deal with it. She is fine now and insisted on playing with her tennis ball when we got back from the vet's. She's dropped it at my feet and is waiting for me to throw it again.
I haven't stitched a lick since last week; I'm still reading through all the Harry Potter books again as they caught my attention. I think I've got a case of the dog days of August stitching blahs. And I haven't seen any new patterns lately that interest me. (Although I did buy an older Margaret Sherry calendar off eBay last week because I liked an old pattern in it.)