I never have been a big fan of the old-timey doily. They just kind of add an undesired “dated” funk to things in my eyes; and don’t quite do anything for me. They are very tea-partyish, which in that case, work well for fun, frilly and pink celebrations. But, not to fret, there is always a pillow of looming inspiration that can be drawn from “our delicate laced ancestors”. With a little modernity, we can always come up with a new use for an old-time design:
rubber doily coasters [+]
doily rug [+]
doily placemants [+]
debonair doily top [+]
It’s cold here, and rainy. Yuck! I feel a little under-the-weather. Winter is in full force, which doesn’t help at all. I would love a hot and comforting bowl of homemade chicken soup. Don’t we all when the 10 day forecast shows cold, cold and more COLD? “Chicken soup has long been touted by grandmas everywhere as being ‘good for what ails you’”. [+] The only problem being when I (I think you’d agree) feel sluggish and tired, the last thing I feel like doing is to embarking on a cooking and cleaning adventure in the kitchen. So what to do? There is always the option of resorting to Cambell’s Chicken and Star, what your Mom always gave you. And you really cannot go wrong there, but I have a NEW option for you. I wish I had some right this very moment. Here it is right here, “A Spoonful of Comfort Chicken Soup“. “This soup is made and sent with love to warm your heart.” Send it to me a sick loved one, or even to yourself! Read the story behind the soup too, it is a touching story for sure!
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Today is a special day. See that lady in the middle of my sister and I, that’s Mom and today is her birthday! 
Without even being consciously aware I pick up my cell and call speed dial #2 [only second to #1 being default voicemail]. It is my direct link to my Mom. We talk on the phone sometimes 6 or 7 times a day. She is my other half. She knows me all to well! Andrea and I would consider ourselves pretty blessed to be able to call our Mom our best friend. Between the three of us, more affectionately known as the “3 musketeers”, we share it all. We tell each other everything! The highs and the lows. All of our smiles, tears, laughs, joys, celebrations, struggles, problems, and usually birthdays. Not only that, we share SO many memories…from day trips to Atlanta time and time again to cramming begging the dressing room attendant to allow 3 people in a one person dressing room. Somehow we just cannot get enough of each other.
This year we will not be in the same place, but we’ll celebrate together in spirit! So this post goes to you Mom,
“HOPE YOU HAVE A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Love Ya Always, Jewels
