I Dream of Gina

Ever since I heard about Gina's "Come to the Cottage" Invitation,
(where she is inviting a gaggle (her words) of blog readers to come to her home in July, 
stay in her guest cottage, and makeover her 2 teen-aged daughters' rooms in 3 days),
I haven't stopped having bizarre dreams about DIY stuff.


Here are a few scenes from last night's dream.


At the beginning of my dream, I awoke and went downstairs for my devotional time and breakfast.
My oatmeal was a bit irregular and seemed to be difficult to swallow.

My clothes were a bit more rough than usual as I started up a new load of laundry.

My jewelry choices had miraculously expanded. (I didn't complain.)

In the kitchen, I had some trouble making cupcakes.

While waiting for them to bake, I tried to get a drink of water.

In the end, my cupcakes didn't turn out as I had wanted,
so I made some cookies instead.

(Some jumbo ones for my hubby.)

At teatime, my Earl Grey tasted a bit funny, although the color was actually inspiring.

I didn't really feel like reading after that. There was still work to do.

So, I sat down at my sewing machine (her name is LaLa; after all, she is a Singer).

I began the work, but the slipcover that I had intended to sew didn't seem right.

A bit flat.

And small.

Maybe I can use it for something else?

I had one last thought before waking from my strange dream.

New projects were calling this morning, so I climbed out of bed and put on my slippers.

            

        

I was ready for the real day to begin.

       

Now if only my dream would come true, I'd get to DIY with Gina and all the girls!

P.S. I almost forgot!

A Top 10 Countdown ::
Reasons that Gina, LaLa, Bre, Lisa, ChaCha, Angie, and Polly should let me Come to the Cottage.

#10. I need to use these.

#9. I am a hard worker 

and doing this while working never crosses my mind.

#8. I have my own tools and I'm not afraid to use them.

#7. My husband, Mark, loves eating previously frozen microwaved TV dinners while I'm outta town.

#6. I have 2 teenage daughters and know how important their spaces are to them,

so I ask a lot of questions about what they want and like before we start redesigning.

(This is my Miss S's college dorm room, freshman year.)

Me and my girls, Miss S (College girl) and Miss A (High School Junior girl).

#5. I am a professional bargain shopper and stealth curby* furniture rescuer.

See these posts:

Oh, Yard Sales, How do I Love Thee? (1)

Oh, Yard Sales, How do I Love Thee? (2)

Oh, Good Will, How do I Love Thee? (1)

Oh, Good Will, How do I Love Thee? (2)
Roadside Rescue of a Cabinet
Roadside Rescue of a Fountain

#4. I love sniffing this.

#3. I read somewhere that you promised coffee, and I have my own special mug (my hubby made it for me).

#2. I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna make you these scones!
(I promise that they'll look and taste better than my cupcakes and cookies!)

#1. I want to be a blessing to Gina and her home.
(Oh! And I can stop by Ikea for her on the way up from my home here in South Carolina!)

~By the way, I made a post with a sampling of some of my angry mad DIY skillz HERE.~

* My definition of Curby:

An abandoned, neglected, unwanted, discarded item that used to be treasured by the owner 

of the home's curb on which the item has been placed; a passerby retrieves the item and makes it useful once again.

* Dictionary.com's definition of gaggle:

1. to cackle. 2. A flock of geese. 3. A disorderly or noisy group of people (I'm hoping).