$100 Give-Away From Post Road Vintage-Ends Sunday

 Post Road Vintage, via French Larkspur, is having a FAB and oh-so-generous give-away for a $100 gift certificate towards any of Heather's beautiful creations in her shop! I just found out about this contest and there isn't much time to enter - it ends tomorrow (Sunday) at midnight! So please, click on the link and head on over to take a chance! While you're there, check out French Larkspur's gorgeous blog!

BIG give-away going on over at Flea Market Trixie's blog! Stylist Lynn Nesmith and photographer Jean Allsopp of Cottage SthyleMagazine have generously offered to give-away a signed copy of their beautiful new book, 30A Style.
Their book highlights gorgeous beach homes in the historic communities and new towns along the scenic highway 30A, located in northwest Florida in the Gulf of Mexico.
Head on over to Trixie's blog (linked above) and enter today! Contest ends February 16th!

Eeeeeek!

I opened the exterior garage door on Sunday morning to get out a flag pole to hang the Giants Championship flag I bought for Jim, in honor of the Super Bowl. On the floor was some bird seed that Jamison had spilled while attempting to fill the feeder (even in winter we have a lot of hungry birds around). As I stepped into the garage, what did I see but a furry little critter racing away from the seed pile and diving behind a bag of mulch! Oh no you didn't! Argh! Mice! Now, don't get me wrong; I love animals, even the little varmints roaming around outside, but that's the point - outside. They are not allowed to be in any part of my house, not even my garage! I figure that it won't be long before they, and I say "they" because there is never just one, find a way into the house and then all, well, you know what will break loose! Furry little buggers can be a real nuisance! I've had them invade two homes before and they got into everything! They even climbed the shelves of my linen closet and clothes that were hanging in the bedroom closets! They doodie on everything! I would have to take all of the clothes out of the closets and drawers and wash them. My daughter would freak out at night because she could hear them in her room eating something (guess she shouldn't have left that candy bar under her bed) and one night, when I was brushing my teeth, one had the nerve to pop out from underneath the cabinet and run across my bare feet! The nerve! I am NOT going through that again so, sorry Mr. Furry Cheekums, but your days are numbered! I'm getting traps tomorrow and waging war on you and your mousie minions of clothing nibblers and doodie dribblers! Sorry, but since Mr. Sullivan, Cocker Spaniel Esquire is not a good mouser, it's the only way. Don't look at me like that! Darned your cuteness!

I'll let you know how I make out. If you don't hear from me after a while, it's because I've been taken hostage by the mouse mob!
Hugs, Leena