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Julianna gave these rose gloves to me for Mother’s Day and I LOVE them. Not a single thorn can get through the thick leather suede. They allow me to prune roses with reckless abandon.  I even wear them when whacking back our gigantic bougainvillea, which has super-gigantic thorns, and I return unscathed. Plus, they are fashionable, to boot. See below:

If you are in the mood to be a proud American, I would like to recommend attending a good ol’ small town rodeo.  We did two weeks ago, and we came away singing, “I’m Proud to be an American …” and happily wiping the turkey-leg juice off of our faces with the sleeves of our shirts.  Okay, I admit it,

When I have the chance to step into Fishs Eddy, I feel as though I should get my sketch book out immediately and begin drawing repeat patterns … every item in this eye candy store is in repeat.  100 cups, 200 plates, 50 cake stands, 500 soy sauce holders. You name it, there are 100s of it … dishware of