I know. It's exciting. My vintage wooden ironing board got some new duds this weekend. It needed to happen first. Because I have a ton of things I need to make and, really, using a towel over the board each time was a bit of a drag.
We took a quick trip over the holiday weekend to our friends' home (which we call the Farm, but they don't farm anything. It's more like 60 acres of lush rolling prairie where we let the kids and dogs run free. If I had to go somewhere for a month and recover from something, this is where I'd want to be.)
The view from the kitchen window (taken last year, but it's still the same):
This is the fireplace where we make smores at night. This porch has some pretty views, too.
The older girls discovered fondant and made a Memorial Day cake for us to enjoy:
We left for home feeling very, very blessed.
Hope you all had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend, too...