I think I may have mentioned yesterday, or I may have even lamented about it for a good paragraph or two, that I didn't sleep much AT ALL the night before last.
It is highly possible that I may have lamented.
Anyhoo, I'd like to report that I did sleep considerably better last night, which I know is SUCH a huge relief to all of you.
However, after spending all day yesterday in Round Top and Warrenton (aka THE ANTIQUE/JUNK SALE OF NEVERENDINGNESS), I can also report that I still kind of feel like I was run over by some large piece of road construction machinery.
I feel a little better when I look upon these though,
These are my two new official marked #111 Texas Ware Bowls. And I am so excited to introduce them today to their new home and all their cabinet mates.
They will be happy here.
I do still have to name them. Perhaps this calls for a contest of some sort.
That reminds me! I have already contacted Gayla and asked her to send me the mailing address for her friend she suggested that we mail our first baked goods gift to. I drew her number this morning! The recipe for Almond Buttercrunch Bars will be posted tomorrow, and our first gift will be sent.
I hope that we can do this on a regular basis.
Thanks to everyone who sent in a suggestion.
I should also remind you that you can STILL ENTER the giveaway for your very own Texas Ware bowl. Just put a comment at the end of this post, (or you can go back to the Monday March 28 post) and tell us what your favorite bar cookie is! How simple is that?
Here's a preview of what you might win:
This one is a #118, the medium size, and is in almost mint condition. I think it would be a fine start to your collection.
I have loved it well.
Now I should go and make some Almond Buttercrunch Bars, go to the grocery store to stock up on essentials (before The Chief is forced to make some kind of ANNOUNCEMENT), and clean out my underpants drawer.
But I feel sure I will spend most of the day mourning the fact that because of my HORRIBLE TENDENCY TO INDECISION, I came home from Round Top without this little piece of scrap metal preciousness:
Please do not judge my level of yard art SOPHISTICATION.
The emotional turmoil of my indecisiveness is punishment enough.