In case you were wondering (and I know you were, right?), I spent the last week in Hawaii attending the funeral of my beloved grandfather.

Harold Buddy O'Connor survived torpedoes at Pearl Harbor, brawling sailors in Turkey, and long car trips with two annoying grandchildren. He built a house, a Model A, a sexy seventies sports car, fine furniture, and ornately gilded frames. Plus he could draw and photograph like nobody's business. They don't make people like they used to, and a 21 gun salute and formal flag ceremony provided a fitting end to his big life. I'm sure he would have approved.

I would love to shower you with fantasticness this morning, but I'm still getting over a nasty case of jet lag, so I'm going to save my hot diggity dog post for Wednesday... you best tune in because you do not want to miss my epic tour of $20,000 dining tables and $50,000 sofas.

And finally, I have to give a huge THANK YOU to the fabulous Naomi of Thirteen and South and the lovely Alison of Life In the Semi-Fab Lane for guest posting while I was away. They did such a good job that you probably didn't even notice I was gone.

Ok, time to sleep. See you Wednesday!