Get it? So (H)appy...I am app (h)appy 'cause I found an app I love. I'm not usually ga-ga for apps. But this one...yes. Worth every penny. All ninety-nine.
Look at the (h)appy graphics I added to my picture with this app...Love in the bottom of my bowl, indeed. Adorbs!! Thank you Beautiful Mess. Oh, it is a (h)appy, (h)appy day. Ok. I will stop this annoying witty play on words, but it's been fun.
PS...You can find me on instagram (yougogirlmt). I'm just getting started, but I plan to share a lot. So easy and so much fun!
PSS...These strawberries were a fresh, sweet reminder of summer time goodness. So berry, berry yummy. Hahahaha.
No explanation. It would take too long. Just know that I've been having myself a bit o' fun.
Edit: Truth is I found the graphic for my uni-poo tag already on my computer. One of my girls had downloaded it from somewhere. Turns out that the artwork I used was drawn by the lovely Jessie from Cakespy. Check it out. I am in love and didn't even know it. I hope I haven't crossed any copyright-ownership-in-good-taste-lines here, Jessie. I love your shop and your graphics. Next time I am Seattle, I must visit.
Good golly. I finally did it. I cut some snowflakes that rock. Historically, my snowflakes looked like a monkey made them with one hand tied behind his back. I'm not kidding. When I was a teacher, I did not cut snowflakes with my students. Shame, shame, I know. But I avoided the art of making snowflakes because I could not do it. How can you teach someone to do something when you can't do it yourself? Well, guess what? The art isn't in the cutting. It's in the folding!! Who knew?
I have Kevin to thank for this whole revelation. He bought some bargain scissors at Staples and wondered if they were any good. I said I would I would take them for a test drive. I couldn't think of a better way to test a pair of scissors than on a paper snowflake. A visit to this website and a pile of snow flakes later, I gave the scissors a passing grade. My family was a wee bit taken aback by my enthusiasm for cutting snowflakes. I think I cut about twenty of them, but it was a euphoric moment for me. I was winning the snowflake war! Buddy the Elf would be very proud of me.
I'm thinkin' 2012 is shaping up to be a stellar year. It's only the third day and I've already conquered a personal nemesis of mine...the paper snowflake. Resolution is sweet. I think the snowflake and I are friends now.
I'm brushing up on my crocheting skills. Ok. Who am I kidding? I'm learning to crochet something besides a foundation chain. Visions of pillowcases are dancing in my head. It won't be long now...Come to mama, sweet thing. I sound crazy. Maybe I am.
In case you are wondering, I did get something for Christmas. Fiestaware!
Mr. Handsome (I LOVE this guy!) bought me twelve settings of Fiestaware! And let me tell you there is a fiesta going on here. Food looks so pretty on these dishes, even the food I make. I am a total clod in the kitchen. Sometimes my food is not so pretty. But I'm telling you it looks good on these dishes. Scrambled eggs look five star. Mac-n-cheese? A perfect ten. Burnt toast? Even it looks good.
These dishes are also inspiring me to try recipes that I've never tried before. Who'd a thunk it? Fiestaware might just transform me into Julia Childs. Ok, maybe more like Rachel Ray, but I'll take what I can get.
As for the salt and pepper shakers...aren't they cute, and charming, and delightful? I *HEART* them. My girls bought them for me for Christmas. They know how to tickle my fancy, for sure.
I'm going to go now. I have to fold some laundry. On my way to the dryer I will probably peek in the cupboard at my dishes. Just looking at them makes me happy. I thought that only fabric had that kind of magic, but I was wrong. Fiestaware...it's a party for the eyes!
Fabitty-fab-fab fast felt flower fun! Say that ten times fast. Your tongue will be tied in knots.
The triplets were looking for the perfect accessory to adorn their apparel for a piano recital they played in on Friday. Instead of making a trip to Claire's House of Crap (that's what Mr. Handsome calls it anyway), I decided to do a whip-up. Enter the felt flower pin. These little flowers packs tons of crafty fun and eye candy in a quick and easy project. Wanna see them up close? Please hold your applause until the end. LOL!
Ms. Rosie Posie,
Lady in Red,
and, last but not least, Madame Azul.
I'm not even kidding. It only took about 45 minutes to make ALL three of these. That's a serious power-craft in my mind. Tutorial anyone?
PS--The winner of the Sew Mama Sew Giveaway was Kathleen. She left comment number 271. Thanks for playing. I had 427 comments. WOW!
I wish I could show you some amazingly clever fabbity-fab-fab costumes that I lovingly stitched for the girls for Halloween. But I can't. This year the extent of my involvement in costumes was to get the dress-up box out of storage. Oh. Wait. I did craft Paige's crown out of some construction paper right before she left to haunt the neighborhood. But for the most part, the girls creatively crafted their own costumes out of bits and pieces salvaged from dance performances and Halloweens gone by. I think they look smashing.
I wish I could show you the glowing and grinning jack-o-lanterns we carved and set on our step to welcome trick-or-treaters big and small. But I can't. I waited until the last minute to buy pumpkins and there wasn't a pumpkin to be found in the town. How was I to know that the sub zero temperatures we got at the beginning of the month turned bunches and bunches of pumpkins to mush? A pumpkin shortage? Who'd of thought it? We had to settle for Halloween luminaries this year. They looked o.k. There's something a little bit disturbing about little candle tea lights in the bottom of paper bags, though. It seems like a no-no.
I wish I could show you the rockin'-redo projects I've been giving my creative attentions to the last few weeks. But I can't. Neither one is done. Here is a little sneak peek, though...
I wish I could think of a clever way to end this post. But I can't. So...
These four little babies were leisurely eating, completely unsupervised, in a field that I drove by on my way to the grocery store. Lucky for me, I had my camera handy and snapped a picture. I wonder where their mommies are? They're probably scouting out the best garden to raid when darkness falls. Sometimes I think the deer look at my planters and say to one another, "Oh! Look dear. (No pun intended. LOL!) A salad bar. How nice. I think I'll try one of each." Grrrrr...it's very maddening to work hard to make some thing look lovely only to have the whole thing munched down to nothing in a matter of moments. Oh, and if the deer don't like something you've planted, they pull it out by the roots and drop it beside the planter for you. How rude! As much as I love to see the deer, they are certainly little masters of destruction.
And speaking of unsupervised masters of destruction...Have you ever wondered what eleven year old triplet girls do when left to their own devises for a few minutes. Well wonder no more. First they take crazy pictures of themselves.
When the fun wears out of that, they harass the cat and take more pictures.
They think all of this is wildly funny. I think they are wildly funny. Tink the cat? Not so amused, I'm guessing.