The Mantel is complete in all its glory. Let's review.
|Before, with the minimalist 4 inch deep windowsill-like shelf.|
|The new mantel! 8.5 inches deep for our decorating or drink-setting-down pleasure!|
You have no idea how much trash and clutter I had to throw out of this shot. Note the papa bear and mama bear chairs. Mama Bear gets the ottoman, cause she needs to put her feet up. See that bronze deer? $7 from Home Goods. It's cute, classy, and a home defense weapon. Plus, Baby J is alternately enthralled and disturbed by it.
|The Chef used all pre-cut wood and trim pieces. All he used was a mitre saw and a finishing nail gun.|
We are thinking about painting the bricks a taupe or grey color, to hide the smoke stains and bring out the mantel even more. Any suggestions?
I bet you didn't think I had a patron saint. I didn't think so either. You never hear about a St. Jessica, but that Hebrew name can also be translated as Joanna or Junia. She was one of the women who helped Mary prepare Christ's body for the tomb, and one of the women visiting Christ's tomb on the third day, only to discover the open tomb, no Jesus, but a nice angel who told her where to find the Lord. Yeah, she's pretty awesome. Bonus: Her feast day is the month as my birthday. Score!
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I didn't realize that the threesome before Phil Mickelson's, last Thursday at Augusta National had the future winner, Bubba Watson in it. I saw him, at the first hole on the first day! You can watch him dancing in this goofy video.
He's the one in the overalls. I'm partial to men in overalls, because my dad has been known to rock a pair of Big Macs from time to time. Of course, he puts his own spin on the outfit, because he like to sport a collared golf shirt and a pair of flip flops with his. If you ever see someone dressed like this at a weekday Mass, chances are, it's my dad. If the collar is popped, it's definitely someone else, and I would sit far, far away.
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Lucy and I finished the second skirt which you can see in this Easter family photo taken late at night post vigil below.
I mean this picture:
We had a wonderful week down South and are everlastingly grateful to the insane family members who thought nothing of housing a total of fourteen people for Holy Week (while their house is on the market!), plus shuttling some of us to and from the Masters and letting us drag them all the way to Charleston for fried shrimp and siteseeing. We are so blessed.
Baby J walks. As in she walks into things, or walks up to heavy furniture or doorways until she pitches forward and adds another Easter egg colored bruise to her forehead. Just when I thought I could enter her in the Baby Gap Casting Call too.
Don't forget to Meat it up tonight in honor of the Eight Days of Easter. We are going to our parish's 100 Anniversary Dinner Dance. It's a Catholic parish, so of course, beef is on the menu. It's a Catholic parish, so of course there will be booze there. It's a Catholic parish, so of course, it's Ca$h Bar.
I'm looking for forward to the groovy tunes of DJ Patrick, fellow parishioner and my brother-in-law. (Lots of Patricks in this Irish Catholic clan.) If you live in Chicagoland and need some professional tuneage, DJ Patrick is the way to go. He's done everything from corporate events and weddings to high school dances and Girl Scout Daddy/Daughter dances.
Enjoy the Feast!
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