And just like that, Labor Day weekend means that summer is over. I have to say that I do not lament the end of summer. As much as I love and adore it, I have had my fill of hot weather and days by the pool. Oklahoma is good to those of us who love the changing of seasons; it’s certainly never boring.
Our weekend was full of family: dinner and a downtown excursion to the H & 8th food market at Elemental Coffee, refinishing some beloved family furniture (more on that in a minute), and getting everybody together to enjoy a late dinner out at a local Italian restaurant. After church on Sunday, we reconvened on Elemental for their Sunday crepes and then descended on my parents’ house for an overnight stay and lessons in how to use Instagram out by my parents’ pool. We capped it off with a birthday party for my brother-in-law at his parents’ house. The older I get, the more grateful I am for our extended family being so close.
Saturday was probably the most hectic. Jude and I picked up Simon from the car place where he was getting the tires looked at, and I drove us up to Edmond to hit Cafe Evoke while we burned some time. Silly Edmond – the only speeding tickets I’ve ever gotten have been in Edmond and in Nichols Hills. Makes me bonkers. I wasn’t going particularly fast – in fact, I really wasn’t paying attention – when I felt my heart leap in my throat as I saw flashing lights in the rearview mirror.
Now, there is nothing more humiliating than being pulled over. Unless you’re being pulled over with your husband and child in the car. The policeman came to ask for my license and insurance. OF course I had my license, but for the life of me, I couldn’t find the correct insurance card. I have EVERY. LAST. INSURANCE CARD since 2007 in my car EXCEPT THE CURRENT ONE. At this point as I’m starting to sweat bullets (apparently I was doing 44 in a 35 mph zone), Jude leaps out of his car seat with a handful of change (mostly Euros and centimes he’s been playing with from an old purse I hadn’t cleaned out) and says loudly, “HERE, MOM! YOU CAN PAY THE POLICEMAN WITH THIS!”
I look at the cop. He looks at me. He grins. “You don’t have the right insurance card, do ya?”
No, sir. No, I don’t.
Then my husband passes his iPad across the car to the cop. “Will you accept this?”
Technology for the win, my friends.
Oh, for the record, the cop let me off with only a warning. Which Simon told me I should be grateful for.
Later that afternoon, after copious amounts of caffeine, I set to work repainting my beloved buffet that belonged to my grandmother. It’s been a cheery shade of green for as long as I’ve been alive. But frankly, it’s been looking a wee bit sad lately. It was time for a facelift. Here’s a little sneak peek at how it’s coming along – I can’t wait to show you the new hardware!
And while I was in full-on DIY mode, I also set to painting that bamboo side table I picked up at an estate sale a few weeks ago. It’s going up in my pale blue/gray and pink washi taped office, so I indulged my girlish side and went hot pink on it. I really wanted something to pop up in the office.
More before & after reveals later this week or next —
Did you have a smashingly good Labor Day weekend?
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