From dirty socks to dancin’ ball gowns
My two worlds.
Last night at this time I was dolled up with a full length lace gown, shimmery lip stick, borrowed sparkly earrings and a low bun to boot. A rare occurrence (on many levels) but mostly because I am not usually ‘out’ at 11:30 pm on a Wednesday night, much less sitting in a ball gown at the Civic Center, among dear friends, watching Lady Antebellum perform. Or did I dream that?
Tonight the evening gown is hung up once again, and it’s back to dirty socks, sweeping crumbs and folding laundry. Literally. I am just sitting down to my computer where I see someone decided to use a black Sharpie to draw on my screen, another child has left their dirty florescent pink crew socks by my chair, and a stack of collected envelopes to be sorted for Teacher Appreciation projects are patiently waiting to my right. Back to life, back to reality.
In other exciting news….
- Several people have asked me where they can pick a copy of my Mom’s new book, Far Outside the Ordinary. If you are in the area Sweet Patina or Bedfellows (although Bedfellows had run out as of this afternoon) both carry the book. I believe Canvas will also be carrying it soon (as in when Mom drives them over).
- The reviews have been nothing less than ‘far outside the ordinary’ with many people telling me they read the book in 1 weekend, 1 evening, or in 4 hours (someone told me this last night! I don’t think I can read a magazine that fast).
- If you have read the book, please please please go to Amazon and write a review. This helps her lil’ ol’ Southern book get noticed in the huge Amazon kingdom. And a thank you to those of you that have- Darby, Shea, Courtney, Gannon, Cheryl, Beverly, Val, Tucker, Andrea, Gayle, Elizabeth, Morgan, Nichole, and many more (37 to be exact)!
- And last, Amazon now has the hardback and paperback formats (in addition to Kindle)
Who says I don’t have useful information?!
Mike just hollered from the living room, “We’re famous!” Once you’ve made it to the local newspaper you’ve hit your highest life aspiration. If only I could have somehow included Raynes’ tube socks in the shot it would be a framer.
Now it’s from dancin’ ball gowns back to dirty socks. Bring on the weekend.