I have never really recovered from what happened to my beloved VICTORIA magazine. 

Perhaps this will help ease the still-lingering sense of loss?

I am not a huge Apple or Banana or Orange fan when it comes to eating fruit. 

But these four? I could eat them all day, every day.

This is how I've spent my weekday afternoons for the past month. 

I know. Rough, right?

We are, slowly but surely, working up to remodeling our kitchen. You know, provided the Firefighter and I can come to an agreement on what exactly goes where.

Don't worry. We'll get there.

But one of the things we have known from the start is that our someday kitchen will feature open shelves.

After all, when you are talking about a space roughly 10 x 7 in size, upper cabinets just tend to feel a little, well... overhead-compartment-while-traveling-in-coach...ish?

You know what I mean?

Clunky and constrictive. 

So this past Saturday, amid all the storms and humidity, I gave our storage containers a facelift.

With matching lids and lovely little chalk labels.

They turned out quite nice, don't you think?

Totally open shelf worthy...

Paleo, Vegan, Buckwheat waffles. 

Silver dollar size. 

With cherries and blueberries.

Aren't these fun?

(Ignore the veins and cat scratch...)

They are called FlashTats and they have been EVERYWHERE on Pinterest as of late. 

Looking them up to order off Amazon and finding out they require only the most minimal of commitments (some cutting, 30 seconds, a damp washcloth) I decided to indulge my inner kid. And rock the stick on temporary tattoo look this summer. 

You know, in a slightly more dignified/glittery way. 

(Nothing against a good old classic Hello Kitty or Spiderman, though...)

So. Moving on from the Great Geranium Disaster of earlier this week,

can we just take a minute and drool over my Hydrangea?

Since transplanting it in a less awkward space mere weeks after moving into 1187 it has done, well, not a whole lot. 

One single bloom a year. And that's all.

Not that I am or was complaining. It could have done nothing. It could have died.

But this year?

Wow, right.

I don't know if it simply took three seasons to finally establish itself in it's new location or it likes the Acid Fertilizer I started using this spring but whatever the case I couldn't be happier.

The thing is, though, it used to be blue. And as you can see that is changing. "They" say it is no easy task turning a blue Hydrangea, pink.

But I'm not so convinced. Because I did nothing. Except move it three feet. And if that's not the epitome of easy I don't know what is.

The Acid Fertilizer I am using should, in theory, take it back into the blue-range.

But, you know, we'll see...