I’ve been going back and forth thinking about a topic for my next blog post. My thoughts tend to be on the serious side. Sometimes its good to keep it light. While walking with a friend today at the gym, I was discussing my indecision about my next post. I am trying to get back into the swing of things. I really need to post more often. I shared that I recently purchased some new bar stools for my kitchen. I do enjoy home décor stuff from time to time. Check out my project gallery here. I thought maybe I can talk about my new bar stools. My next thought was, there’s got to be something better than barstools. So there it is, my title for this post.
I purchased the bar stools because my old ones were on their last leg. Screws were falling out, and pieces were hanging. My 10 year old son mastered the bar stool tilt which takes skill and also led to their demise. So I bought four black metal bar stools this time around. I was concerned that the metal would be too harsh looking but I think they are fine. I have kids, what can I say. After they arrived I said, “try tearing these up buddy.” He smiled with an innocent look on his face. I got four barstools from overstock.com at a great price. They are nothing fancy and they look nice in my kitchen. I’m happy.
I could have talked about Nelson Mandela, his legacy and his immeasurable contribution to the world. I think that has already been established. Perhaps, I could have talked about Christmas and my struggle to not allow myself to get caught up in the materialism of it all. I did do some Christmas shopping today for my kiddos. They want less but the requests get more and more expensive each year. I could have talked about the fact that today is my Dear Sweet Mother’s Birthday. She decided to spend Christmas and her birthday with Jesus this year. She would have been 70 years old today. I wished her a Happy Birthday.
Today, I opted to just talk about barstools. Sometimes it doesn’t get any better than that.
Blessed Day Y’all.
Peace and Blessings,