Paparazzi scores again!

My hard working, Dad retired in January.

He's that kind of guy who gets it done.

We are alike in this way.

He's a bit more selfless than

almost all folks and 

I love him.

Here's us on my wedding day.

Sweet man.

This sweet man just got sweeter.

I had some painting done in our room and

he recognized that I had piled

a lot of jewelry on a few hooks.

I'm a jewelry freak and can

admit it.

I asked if he could do something about

my beauties all in a mess.

He has built everything under

the sun...one thing I have always

admired was the cases he made for

my Mom's mini perfume collection.

He showed me a mirror he had

in his basement and

thought it would be best if he built

it around that.

And...I will admit, Branmuffin had

said if there were a mirror incorporated

in the back it would make the whole jewelry stand

much more "sick".  "Sick" is B's

west coast terminology for

"Glam-fab-awesomeness".

My dad....sigh.

He has a way of making me feel 

 like Daddy's little girl again.

And knowing I was chomping on my 

cuticles to get this piece of glam fabulousness

 in my house and hung...he did it last night while

I spent some time with my Momma.

Talk about all work and no play.

I love jewelry,

it's a part of my personality,

 really.

The view from where I lay my head.

It's okay if you want one.

I've searched for a cure

for my jewelry problem for 

years, really.

I wish I could tell you how to,

but I can't.  Maybe I will have Paparazzi, tell you how.

{That's what my babies call him.}

I think he should go into business.

He would make a.lot.of.women.happy.

But then, he's been doing that

for years.....

Pin it....my Dad's gotta get famous for something!

Toodles....