Happy Friday lovelies. The sun is shining and plants are blooming. It’s been a cold week, but I’m optimistic that we’re going to see warmer days in the weeks to come. There are two things I always look forward to this time of year: spring cleaning and thrifting, especially at garage sales and flea markets.

For as long as I can remember, I have always admired trays like these. They are sophisticated, yet quite feminine. Oh, and I should mention, expensive. Not this one though. All that patience over the years paid off and I was able to score it for five dollars. Unbelievable, right?! I did a double take [no joke].

As I was flipping through the most recent Country Living magazine, I saw this quote and knew I had to share it here with you. ‘Thrift is not an affair of the pocket, but an affair of character.’ S.W. Straus

And in case you haven’t read the most recent CL magazine, it’s all about thrifty living and their upcoming Country Living show, which is going to be practically in my backyard. Oh how fun it’s going to be.

‘Pets are like family.’ I’m not sure who said this first, but it could not be more true and Jax couldn’t be more mine if I had given birth to him. Am I making you laugh? I sure hope so because I could use a good laugh today. He is hysterically funny, a bit stubborn from time to time, very loving and stomps his foot when I am not getting him what he wants — just like me I tell ya.

Back to that laugh I could use. I’m recovering from a case of frazzled nerves. This morning I brought him into get his nails trimmed, which is always an event. Each time he happily gets in the car, but when we get there he sings a different tune. And by different tune, I mean he gets feisty. This morning was no different.

The shop owner brought him in the back [where I couldn’t see him] to do the trim and I heard a scream, much like a human, that instantly made my blood run cold. Without a doubt I knew it was my little guy. It’s not a sound I has ever heard him make. He was brought back out with blood on his face and I nearly lost it.

This protective mama was far from happy and the conversation that followed wasn’t comforting. They cut his nail too short and were having a tough time getting it to stop bleeding [and some wound up on his chin]. I’ll spare you any more of the details. In the end he was fine, but seeing his paw dripping with blood, sent me into a state of I’ll do anything to make him happy and healthy. Isn’t that what one wants for family?

Afterwards, a long cuddle, two cups of tea and a couple episodes of Call the Midwife were in order. What’s that you say? Oh yes, mother and son are doing much better now, thank you for asking. If you have any nail trimming advice, please send it my way. There has to be an easier, less traumatic way, for all parties involved.