All Kinds of Good Things

Last Saturday afternoon found us driving down the coast of the OC all the way

to San Diego where The Queen Bee Market awaited us. I'd wanted to go to this market since May.

I saw beautiful, homemade things, I got inspired to make my own and I got to see

some bloggers that I follow in person... it was quaint and small.

Being there reminded me of when Jaclyne and I first started dreaming of opening

a flower shop together and then made it a reality.

We spent much time scouring the showrooms of the LA Mart looking for items

just like the ones being sold at this market to fill our shop with.

Since we were already in San Diego, why not make a day out of it and indulge in

one of my favorite ways to spend an afternoon... Old Town, San Diego.

Walking down old streets with gourmet soap shops and stores with names

 like the Five & Dime, the faint sound of drums and guitars in the

background playing Hotel California, the warm sun with a slight chill, roses made of corn husks,

dog walking the streets with his buddy, the chicken, on his back, freshly made hot tortillas doused in

butter, sidewalk carts selling thick, Mexican blankets and ponchos, papel picado rustling in the wind...

In between trying to quiet loud littles, we enjoyed a beautiful sun-filled dinner.



and last but not least... the little dancer.

I love her hair, it's getting so long and it's seriously the

color of melted milk chocolate and who doesn't love that?

I wanted to post something all meaningful and deep and thought-provoking  but my babies

are sick AGAIN, this time with a really bad cough and sore throat and it's been tough.

I wake every 30 minutes to check on their breathing and their fevers.

The house smells strongly of Wonder Oil and Chloraseptic and that mixed with lack of sleep

has my thought-provoking posts held captive.

I'm toying with the idea of finally making the commitment and enrolling officially in some college

classes but it seems so daunting; taking care of the babes and homework and finding childcare

while I'd be gone. I don't know if now is the right time for it.

 I don't know... maybe it's the lack of sleep clouding my judgement.

Off to bed I go because the last doses of Motrin have been handed out

for the night and they're softly snoring, a sound I love to hear.

Tomorrow will bring me one day closer to the kids being healthy again

and the sun will shine it's beautiful light and and hopefully with it, bring clarity for me.

Have a great weekend, friends, filled with love and fun and everything good.