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Monthly Archives: July 2013

How To Make Skinny Jeans

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For my blog post over at Life As Mom this month, I turned this pair of pants into some lovely skinny jeans.

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Head on over to read the full post. 🙂

To Make The Bed Or Not To Make The Bed?

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gray skirt 1 gray skirt 2(Necklace: Plato’s Closet  Shirt: Goodwill (Mossimo)  Skirt: Yard Sale  Shoes: Resale Shop)

I am a fairly neat person. I have the occasional messy room (my husband would argue my use of the word occasional) and weekly sweep/mop/dust/vacuum my house. I can-not-for-the-life-of-me get myself to make my bed. I walk into other people’s spotlessly clean abodes and marvel at how “model home-esque” it is and I know that a made bed is a big part of the complete picture, but I just can’t do it. I just don’t really see the point since I’m going to get right back in it in less than a day. When I know people are going to see my room, you can be darn sure my bed will be made though and I will feel like I’ve aced my SATs, won the lottery and saved an infant from a burning building all in the same day. It’s that kind of accomplished feeling. Maybe that’s why I’ll continue to savor it for special occasions. 😉

Awkwardness, My New BFF

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graphic dress 1 graphic dress 2(Necklace: Plato’s Closet  Dress (H&M) & Purse (Coach): Plato’s Closet  Shoes: Goodwill (Fossil)

Oh, awkwardness. It just follows me around like a shadow. I should just start introducing people to it, like it’s my best friend, since it’s with me wherever I go. Unavoidable. This past week I had to take my son to the emergency room because we were afraid he had meningitis. The doctors checked him out and he’s just super sick, but will heal. Before we left a man came in to get our insurance information. I took one look at him and blurted out, “You look so familiar.” Not that awkward a phrase, but you should have heard the crickets chirping in uncomfortable silence and the strange look that he gave me before he continued his request for our medical card. Blerg. When am I gonna learn to keep my big mouth shut? The worst part is I SWEAR I know him, but just can’t figure out how. Double blerg.