I'm Outta Here...

I did it y'all. 

I took the plunge,

Source: None via Terri on Pinterest

and went to Wordpress.

Come visit me HERE...okay?

Digital Crack

I don't drink.

Well, except for the occasional margarita and glass of wine.

But I only like pink wine that tastes like kool aid.

And I mix it with Sprite and pour it over ice.
So I'm not sure that counts.

I don't smoke.

 Never have.

I tried once, in my 20's.

But, at the risk of sounding like Bill Clinton,

I never inhaled.

I don't gamble.

If you gave me twenty bucks to put in a one armed bandit,

I'd sneak it into my pocket

and save it until I found a candle, or a book

or a cheap pair of flip flops to spend it on.

But this might present a problem. I think I could very easily become addicted.

See, a couple months ago, I noticed a lot of traffic coming to this blog from something called Pinterest.

So I took the bait and checked it out.  Turns out someone pinned a photo of my closet to their board, and a simple shot of my boot collection began travelling around the internet.

Huh.

Well how 'bout them apples?

I didn't think much more about it.

Then a few weeks ago, someone pinned one of my bedroom photos.

And I got sucked in for good.

Pinning is so much easier than taking the time to write an entire blog post about why I like something, where I found it, or what I want to do with it.  You just swipe, add a note, and go! Pinterest takes care of the rest for you.  And everyone else is busy doing the same thing, so there's no expectation of lots of comments.  Pinning takes much less time than traditional blogging. And it's so satisfying to see that beautiful, ever growing creation, always at the ready.

You can tell a lot about a person by their pinterest boards.  For instance, mine says that I hate to cook, since I only have two pins on the Food board and one of those is for chocolate cake so that's not really cooking anyway.

 Once you get the Pin It button added to your favorites bar, it's hard to stop hoarding every last morsel of inspiration from every last corner of the world wide web.  Trust me on this.

For whatever reason, you can't just start a Pinterest page.  You must be INVITED, daaahhling.

You can request an invitation from Pinterest, which is what I did, but most likely you will get an e-mail that says something like, "Thank you for requesting an invitation from Pinterest.  We'll add your name to the waiting list and send that as soon as possible!"

Whaaatt???!!  Pfffft.

  Somewhere out there is a brilliant marketing guru just grinning all the way to the bank for that one, I'm sure.

But it actually only took about a week.
Orrrrr, if you know someone who already pins, they can invite you, and you're in like Flynn immediately.

And guess what?  I have five invites.  If you want one, send me an e-mail (billytee67at.gmail.dot.com) and you too can be a pinning fool. See that Pinterest icon over there on the sidebar?  That's me. You are welcome to nose around and swipe any old thing your little heart desires.

C'mon!

All the cool kids are doing it.

Leftovers

This past weekend, I had the privilege of helping out a precious friend whose daughter was getting married.  I could tell you all the amazing things the Lord did for this wonderful family over the course of the last six months, but that would make for the longest post in blogging history. So let's just put it this way - He cares about even the most minute details of our lives, right down to a ribbon on a cake and horseradish sauce. Believe it! 

Anyhow, I went over to the country club bright and early Saturday morning (actually it was bright and early thirty  because I got lost for half an hour) and helped set up the reception decorations.  The place was a madhouse, but you could just feel the love and the energy in the air. Every last person, including me, was there not because we were being paid, but because we wanted to be there, to give back to people who, in the midst of their own trials, are such a blessing to everybody else.

There are two fireplaces in the ballroom so we flanked the ends of each with tall arrangements of curly willow, hydranges, roses and spider mums, and we put floating candles in antique green stemware and clear glass cylinders in the center. During the reception, the large chandelier in the center of the room was dimly lit, and it was so peaceful watching the candlelight flicker ever brighter in front of those huge mirrors as the evening wore on....  Well, as peaceful as it can get with the electric slide and a conga line going on! Maybe Angie will let me filch some pictures when the photographer has them ready so y'all can see.

When the happy couple got ready to leave, we all lit their way by waving sparklers down the path, and they drove off for Charleston for their honeymoon.  So romantic, and so Southern, don't you think? 

Then on Sunday afternoon, Big T walked in the back door with these!  

Of course I just plopped them, as they were, in a vase so they're not as tall as before, but you get the idea.

I get to remember that lovely night for a little while longer. How neat is that?

“Not to us O LORD, not to us, but to your name goes all the glory for your unfailing love and faithfulness.”

Psalm 115:1

Linked to Tabletop Tuesday at A Stroll Through Life.  Thanks Marty!