Who knew?

Banana Distribution? in Oklahoma? . . who knew? (maybe that explains Frank's tomato truck . . it is right across the street . . . hmmmm)

An afternoon in the city!

My friend Holly and I decided to bum around Oklahoma City today . . we headed to the Stockyard district using my trusty iPhone's GPS maps (snort . . ) and got distracted by the fascinating old Farmers Market area.

We happened upon a gorgeous old building that displayed the faint painted letters "FARMERS PUBLIC MARKET" and by the signage around it, hoped it contained antiques. (not true, huge sigh) . . but being the nosy ol' broads we are. We marched in and treated ourselves to a self tour of an amazing building.

People were carrying wedding items in by the armload, (they were getting ready for a bridal show) so we just boldly blended in and walked around like we knew what we were doing!!

We met the handyman upstairs who said we were welcome to nose around . . the only ones he that aren't welcome are the homeless (I thought he said "holiness" . . at which I turned to Holly and said . . "now what does he have against the holiness?" . . when she got done giggling, she said, "No, he said as long as we're not HOMELESS" LOL


He told us the owner has put over a half a million dollars restoring the building and they still haven't hardly scratched the surface. It says booked for events for almost a year in advance. I wish I would have taken more pics of the building inside and out. But all I had with me was a little Kodak digital camera . . why I left for a road trip without my big camera . . who knows??


There are the most amazing hand painted murals everywhere. The entry is painted a most wonderful deep tomato red . . truly an amazing building. I can't wait to revisit and watch the remodeling progress. It does the heart good to see people appreciate and bring back to life historic buildings. If you get a chance, wander in, they don't mind . . it's on the way to the stockyards and is truly a feast for the eyes.

You say "Tomato" . . I say "Banana" . . .

Dear Frank,
Please rethink your advertising agency, that is not a tomato. (and by the way . . let them know that using an octopus for a model was a bad move)

My Heart . . .

Since February is the month of love (by retail standards at least LOL) . . I thought I would share one of my very most favorite pieces of jewelry with you.

It never fails to brings comments when I wear it and I treasure it above even very expensive pieces of jewelry I own . . in fact I think if the house was on fire and I could only save ONE piece of jewelry, this would be it.

It is made of clay by the then 10 year hands of my son, Nicholas . . and very carefully, scratched in the back are the initials "N.V. 1993", and the love shows in every bubble, flaw and fingerprint it contains.


I love all the fun stuff the kids have given us through the years . . . and treasure each one and the thought and effort that was extended to make them. Jim and I both actually still display and use most of them.

After all . . how can you NOT treasure a gift that was given purely by the heart?