And then we did.
Here is the recipe:
Find Your Dream (food/place/work/play)
Want something really, really bad.
Ask, seek, search.
Give up the frantic part, but keep wanting and working toward it.
There it is.
Sometimes this takes years, sometimes days.
Prep time: Life
Satisfaction time: Life
|Doc's Oyster Bar on Tom's Bayou - photo credit - Doc's website|
It looks like it has been there for ages but it hasn't. Even though it has been made to look like that, it completely works, not in the Disney way but in a way that has you saying, Hey, I don't care if it is new and not old, whoever did this really knows their oyster shacks.
And their oysters.
|We paid less for this dozen than the other place's half dozen and the oysters were way up there on the WOW factor. The wine was half price too. If I hadn't been driving...|
|Robin was having way too much fun with my camera|
|Oyster bliss face|
Back at the house, Robin had an attack of 'I have to sew your curtains!' She is a needlewoman from way back and has scads of material from her Mom, who was a Mom to me as well, in the way of Genevieve. While she did that, I played with fire outside. That pretty much sums us up.
|Replacing ugly gingham that came with the Turtle with awesome batik-y-ish. Thank you, Genevieve. Thank you, Robin.|
|Fire!!! I made fire!!!|
Have a frolicsome Friday! Do something frisky.