12 Weeks Not 12 Months

When I hear myself whispering "Where does the time go?" I think of all the old ladies I've known. That was a question I often heard my grandmothers ask themselves when I was a child.

But then, I'm not an old lady...Well, at least not in my mind anyway. In my mind, I'm still 19... even though my three daughters range from 36 to 42! How about you? Is there an age you stalled at? 

Someone once said there seems to be only 12 weeks between New Years and Christmas. I laughed at that thought back then, but now I'm not so sure that they were wrong.

All these thoughts are coming, I think, because Thanksgiving is only a few days away and our dining room is in transition and looks like this...

As you can see, my latest painting victim is boots to the sky, and that table will be needed to seat the guests on Thursday. While other bloggers are showing their fantastic tablescapes and floral arrangements, I'm just praying I finish painting the table in time.

I do have a backup plan. Cracker Barrel, that mecca of down home decor which you can see in these pictures, is open from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m. on Thanksgiving this year. Did I hear you gasp? We've done worst. 

One year when we lived near Seattle, with only the youngest (who was 16) at home that year, we three drove up to Canada and had Mexican food along the way. 

Thanks for dropping by!

* All home decor for sale at Cracker Barrel