Dear Reader,
There's going to be a bake sale in front of my house this Saturday. If you live in Sarasota, stop by, the fun starts at 7:30 a.m. I live on S. Orange Ave., and you can't miss the house, because the bubbles will be flying out front. My grandsons, Paul and James, do the baking and it's going to be a baking marathon Friday after school, because the pre-orders for "2 Broke Boys Who Bake" are rolling in every day this week--for their chocolate chip cookies, pumpkin bread, and now requests for banana bread--with fresh blueberries and walnuts.
So today I'm featuring one of my favorite columns, because Grandma's going to lend a hand, doing the shopping then measuring and bagging some of the flour, baking soda and salt ahead of time for them. To see a photo of the boys, click here. If you're able, stop by!
An obsession took over after I watched a redecorating show. I became obsessed with little white dots in my bathroom. The little white dots have been there for a couple of years, pin-sized places where the wallpaper has been scraped off, probably by my fingernails when I reached for a towel. Most of the blemishes in the wallpaper are covered up by towels hanging down on the rack, but after watching the show--now those 12 spots that aren't covered up are driving me crazy. (Yes, I counted them.)
I called the wallpaper company to see how much it would cost to cover up the little white dots, but the wallpaper man wasn't interested in covering up white dots--unless it meant re-papering my entire bathroom. So onto plan B, the creative, do-it-myself solution. The pattern in my wallpaper has little black "whatevers" scattered throughout the printed background. I figured no one would notice if I filled in the little white spots with the tip of a black marker--and no one has. And the even better news is that I'm no longer obsessed with the little white spots on my wallpaper, instead I've become obsessed with the little white spots on my arm.
When I was dabbing the spots with the marker, I looked down at my arm and noticed little white spots--places where the normal color of my skin had lightened. The marker worked great on the wallpaper, could I implement a similar do-it-myself project to get rid of the white spots on my arms? Off to the art store, where they advertise "We'll match any color you need for your project."
"What kind of project are you working on?" the salesperson inquired.
"Self portrait," I replied.
"What kind of painting do you do?"
"I'm a connect-the-dot kind of painter. See these white spots on my
arm...?"
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
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