Bat Down, Dog In, and Patty Ain't A Pin-Up Girl

Bat down!  Bat down! 

The cry came from the Parlor -- alarmed little squeaky voices, raising a ruckus.  

One of their comrades had fallen.  Right off the wall.

There he lay, on the hearth.

Medic!

Bad sticky dot!  Bad!

A few fresh sticky dots, and our EMT workers have restored the bat to his rightful place!

All better!  Back up and rarin' to go.

There.  A happy family of bats.

As opposed to the people who live here, who are a happy, batty family.

Heckyl and Jekyll here didn't even wake up with all the commotion.  

They slept like . . . bats.

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Do you ever find something in a decorating book or magazine and say, "Hey! I've got one of those!"

Isn't that cool?

A couple of weeks ago, I picked up a copy of Country Home magazine,

which went belly-up as a monthly and is now being reincarnated as a sometimes-treat.  

 

It's good, by the way!  Loads of gorgeous pictures.

(Although one house is profiled in this, and in the current Country French 

magazine.  Same pictures.  Not cricket, folks.)

Anywho, in one of the stories, there was this picture, below.  

The blurriness is not mine; it's one of those artsy shots.

Anyway I thought, "Hey!  I've got one of those."

 I thought it was a ringer for Patty, my big chubby white ironstone pitcher.

(I have three big white ironstone pitchers, Patty, Maxine and LaVerne; their story here.)

 

 So I took a look at Patty, and -- it isn't.

Sigh.

I don't own a pin-up girl after all.

Just a big old chubby white ironstone pitcher with a chip on her shoulder.

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And now for another random picture.

On the left is Dion's niece, Meg.

On the right is her housemate, Snapper, who is snoring loudly.

Take a look at Meg's face.  We've all been there, haven't we, ladies?

Thanks to Karen for the picture.  We are family, related through our dogs.

And now I must fly, and see what these fellows are up to in my yard.

They are cutting the hedges and the hollies,

pulling out enormous volunteer trees and giant life-sucking weeds,

and I need to go out and make sure they are at least making an attempt to separate the wheat from the chaff.

Sorry -- didn't mean to capture that guy's best side.  So to speak.  But rest assured, it's his spine you are seeing.  No, really.

Taken through my grimy dining room window.  Ick.

Thanks to Cindy at My Romantic Home for giving me a chance to show off bits and pieces

on Show and Tell Friday.  Visit her -- click here!

Claudia at Dipity Road finds loveliness every Friday at her Finding Beauty blog party.

Visit her by clicking here!

And Debra at Common Ground hosts Vintage Inspiration Friday. 

The possibilities are endless.  Go look here!

And Happy Friday to all.  We are finally putting the conservatory back together; we have to --  company coming tomorrow -- friends who have never seen That Old House, so we can't have her with her bloomers showing.  Wish us luck! -- Cass