-A mostly true journey of a girl, her man and their three kids; all trying to live harmoniously in a house somewhere in Utah. Names and exact locations may be changed in order to protect the grouchy.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

20,000!

Hey friends,

That's a big number of hits for this little blog.

Someone from my hometown in the Mitten visited my blog yesterday at this very same time. 7:00pm Mountain time. If you think it was you, leave me an inbox or an email. (you can find that in my profile.) Or, comment in this section. That may be easiest. That way I can match up IP addresses.

When I told the man that I was getting close to 20,000, he said, "You should have a give-away".

"Maybe I will.." is what I said. I didn't want to announce a contest. I wanted someone who came to read the blog on their own.

So, if you think this could be you, leave a small comment here. I like these secret give-aways...

I hope that number keeps rising. It at least means someone is stopping by to laugh with me; or laugh AT me...(Just don't tell me which one you're here for..)


If I haven't heard from anyone in a day or so, I will give the next person in line the prize.

Have a wonderful Sunday friends. I'm grateful to each of you that take the time to stop by :)



Wednesday, June 13, 2012

3D Pinterest

Hello, friends!

If I haven't mentioned it before, I am terribly in love with Pinterest. I've always been that girl who ripped pages out of my favorite magazines. I'd tack them to my dresser, or to my parent's dismay, scotch-tape them to the wall paper. Cut-out ideas of clothing and hairstyles, make-up tips,  pics of my favorite TV stars or musicians- were all attached collage-like in my mess-of-a-room.

When I was older, I'd dog-ear kid-friendly ideas in books. I'd rip out recipe cards and paste them in notebooks or make collages of my favorite dream-home ideas and pin them up to a cork board. When that was full, I'd use the magnets on the side of the refrigerator. You can imagine how pin-happy I became once Pinterest came along. All the things I'd ever want to tag...were all in one place. It's been fantastic.

The hard part, as most would agree, is that while the recipes look amazing, I don't think I'll ever get to cooking much of it. Though the birthday party decorations are incredible, I probably won't be up to rolling my own paper straws or baking a seven layer cake that mimics a LEGO castle. By the time I share a funny quote with my children, they've already heard of it. 'Hard as it is to admit, will I EVER have that sapphire blue swimming pool that houses both a hot tub and waterfall? Will it also be accompanied by underwater tanning chairs AND a slide/ rock wall/ in-pool bar? 

Probably not. But, I'm also not Mrs. Michael Jackson nor Mrs. George Michael (boy, was I naive!) My hair was never sun kissed blond from using Sun-IN spray and I never owned a navy blue Mazda RX7 sports car. Those were the things posted on my bedroom wall. Girls can dream. It's a lot of fun as long as we don't take it too seriously. It should also never make us feel inadequate; only inspired.

Here is a quick picture story of the "real-life" Pin-wall I created this past week. With the help of my boys, I was able to hang up an inspiration board that is personally more applicable to me. I use it for my drawings, apparel ideas, bags-on-deck, photos of loved ones and patterns I intend to make and review. The board is tangible, personal and interactive. There are things on this board that I will use. Things that I can smile over. Projects I will actually complete. I absolutely love it. 

I will definitely keep pinning online. It's addictive and fun. But I'm hoping to be drawn a little more to the realistic board now hanging in my little studio. After all, I've got to pin my "crazy" somewhere. It's much more safe for all of us if it's hanging in a basement craft room.


Trying to clean out the disaster that is our garage, I decided to up-cycle an old crib spring. With all of the new safety guidelines in place for cribs, I think it would have been impossible to resell it.


The middle child is my new spray-paint go-to kid. He sanded, painted and repainted that bed spring until it matched the color of that cap. On the downside, our paint sheet now looks like something you'd find on a Dateline murder mystery.....


My boys helped the man hang up up the crib spring to a wall in the craft room. It's kind of a useless, bent wall, so it's perfect for something flat. We used gorilla clips, which I would highly recommend. The springs are so much heavier than they look. The clips hold a ton of weight, even on drywall.


This is a picture of some fabric that I've held onto for years. It is a cotton gauze and I'm in love with the pattern. Some fabric is really hard to cut into for me. I wasn't ready to get rid of it. Not for a bag, not for a dress. I actually have a bin of stuff like that. Hoarders, anyone?


I decided to use the fabric since it would be hanging on my wall. I'd be able to put it to good use while still holding onto it. Yes, Crazy #234. After measuring and drawing unbelievably crooked lines, I cut all of the fabric into strips.


You would be ashamed of me if you saw how I had to touch each "square" on the crib again and again to see just how many short and long strips I'd need. 


The youngest and middle child then put their weaving talents to use. This was harder than it might look because it's hanging up. Once you pulled the fabric taut, it would fall off of the next section. After working for a long time, they finally finished. It's not really sweatshop labor if you pay in M&Ms, right?


I used lots of little clothes pins and S clips to hang up stuff on the board. Even with the tight weave, you can pin on almost every square.


From right to left : bags, ideas, bag beginnings, my first shellybean bag and a sweater my husband wore as a baby, family photos and clothing patterns I'm ready to sew.



There it is. You can barely see the fabric I was so in love with. It's not nearly as organized as my Pinterest page. Hopefully though, you CAN see a few things that I find important enough to "PIN".

Did you cut out things when you were younger? Do you pin now? What's your favorite stuff to pin?



Happy (very-late) Wednesday, friends.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Matriarchy at its finest...

The man sat our boys down to talk before leaving on his business trip. He went over the rules and expectations that would be in place while he was gone.

"You boys are going to have to be the men-of-the-house until I get back. Do you know what that means?" he asked.

"Yeah." they answered half-heartedly while looking at each other.

Wondering if he was really getting through to the youngest, the man asked, "What exactly does it mean to be the man-of-the house?"

The youngest, looking more grown than he should, sat up straight in his chair. He looked his father in the eyes and answered,

"It means mom is still in charge."

The middle child shrugged his shoulders while he nodded in agreement.

The man looked at me.  With a crooked smile and suitcase in hand he said, "Well, my work here is done."

Aw, my babies are all grown up.

It's a proud moment for this "head-of-the-house". ;)

Happy Sunday, friends.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

It's WABBIT season! No, it's....

I was stalking some photos the other night. A women that I used to know, was in one of the photos  and was making a really weird face. It was so weird in fact,  I mentioned it to the eldest.

Me: "Come here. Look at this pose. What's that about? Why is she doing that with her mouth?"

The eldest: (nodding as if she'd seen the pose a million times) "Ah, yes. That's a MYSPACE face. She's doing that on purpose."

Me: "On purpose? A Myspace face? I've never had a MYSPACE." (is it even supposed to be capitalized?)

The eldest: "Yeah. A Myspace face."

I'm confused.

The eldest: "Remember Zoolander?...  Blue Steel?... You know, Duck face?"

Me: "Duck face? That's not nice!"

The eldest: (looking back at the photo and pointing) "See those pouty lips? See how her cheekbones are more pronounced? People use that face in their FB profiles. It's supposed to look "model-ish" or something. Lot's of girls do it. Usually they're taking their own picture. In a bathroom...Ahem..bent forward. Usually they're fishing for comments or looking for new "friends". People make fun of it all the time. There is an Anti-duck face page on FB... It's even a game. People write the word "BANG!" when they see the dreaded Duck face. Go ahead. Look it up."

And so I do.

I Facebook it. I Google it. I Pinterest it.

Me: "Ouch. Who does that on purpose?"

The eldest: "Which? Make that ridiculous face or say, 'BANG!'? Apparently, lots of people."

I quickly scan through all my photos. Because I would never, EVER make that face. Would I? Did I? Only people who are seeking attention would do that, right? Please don't let me find a pic making that pout...Whew! I'm good. Only girls who have low self-esteem would......WAIT. A. MINUTE.....

Me: (to the eldest) "Look at this! Is THIS the duck-face? It can't be. It's from 1972! I was only two years old!"



The eldest: "Hahahahahahah! Yep. Wow. Way to be vain, ma! You probably invented it. MY mother invented the duck face!"

Me: "Now I'm all self conscious! Certainly I had no idea.. Look, I don't even HAVE any cheekbones!"

The eldest is laughing hard at me now.

Me: "Don't laugh! Should I take it down? Well? Is THIS what people make fun of? Say something, already!"

The eldest shakes her head and walks away. But before she leaves the room, she turns around, shoots a pointer finger at me and says,

"BANG!"


Happy "You're-only-awesome-if-you-thought-duckface-was-putting-two-Pringles-between-your-lips" day, friends.




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