Saturday, February 27, 2010

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Crib Tents

I salute you, Mr. Crib Tent Maker.

As of 2 days ago, Simon and Gavin both figured out how to climb out of their cribs. I can tell you, it hasn't been pleasant at Casa de Shannan. Sleep deprivation SUCKS, and I have been a monster, I am ashamed to say. Cue the Crib Tent. We already had one for Gavin, and after a frantic search to Kids Closet (a local children's consignment shop), not only did owner Jill Moxley locate TWO for me, one of the ladies who had one offered hers to us for free. God bless America, God bless those two FAB ladies, and God bless the crib tent. I can assure you, though, that Simon and Gavin did not look like the happy lad above. Rather, they looked more like this:

Strangely, though, after expecting Simon to scream anywhere from 2 hours to all night long, he fell asleep after 15 minutes. We turned the monitor off, and you could say The Hubs and I looked more like this (minus the plastic bag on our heads and raw ginger? peanut shells? potato spuds? between our legs):

Ahhhhhh, Crib Tent, take me away.
It's all good.


To those of you who called or e-mailed concerned about me - thank you. I love you, and your support means everything.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Can I have a tent when I seep over after Ladieth Night? - xoxo - Ames

Friday, February 26, 2010

Sometimes I Wonder

Where I've been. Who I am. And do I fit in?

Oh, sorry, I just had a total FAME moment with a little flashback to Irene Cara singing "Out Here On My Own." Which, for the record, was one of my solos I sang in Jr. High. That and "Open Arms." I'm pretty sure I sounded just like Steve Perry. I know good and well my hair was slightly feathered and so 80s like his. I now call this meeting of the Late Bloomers Society to order.

Where was I?

Sometimes I wonder:
  • Does my poor apple know it's just being used as a way to get my scrumptious natural peanut butter to my mouf? It both justifies eating peanut butter and looks more dignified at my desk than using my finger as the pb to mouth conduit.
  • How big of a dork am I going to feel like tomorrow at the eye doctor if I find out that my months of chronic headaches are because I need a new prescription for my contacts? (Although I hope that is it so I can cancel my neurology appointment Monday!)
  • If I will ever finally solve the riddle of which crayon I love more: Blue Green or Green Blue.
  • Why I want my baked goods and my skin to be moist but the word "moist" makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
  • WILL I EVER FIND A FOUNDATION THAT MATCHES MY SKIN? Sorry for all the yelling. Now even my love just doesn't seem like the right color. I'm 38...THREE EIGHT, people. You would think I would have found something that is just right by now with all the trial and error. Hep me.
Merci, Ames

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Stuff We Would Punch In The Mouf: AI

Yes, kids, it's that time of year where I DVR American Idol, only to fast forward through 75% of it (seriously, there are some really painful people on there right now) to get to the few I like.

It's also that time of year where I pick my new Idol crush. Yes, I'm 38. Don't judge me.

Enter Casey James.

Oh, and is anyone else getting a Gerard Butler vibe off of CJ Hooker (which is how I will refer to him in all future posts) in this one?

Don't worry, Kris Allen, I still love you most of all.

Amy out.


Artsy Fartsy

Enjoy some decorspiration, courtesy of the interwebs. This is terribew, but I didn't make note of where some of these images came from because I was just intending to keep them in a file for my damn self. If they're yours, please let me know and I'll give credit where credit is due!!

I have been wanting to up my art factor throughout the casa. The following all have ehh-heh-xxxx-cellent artwork. I intend to either duplicate or visit etsy to find a reasonable facsimile of some.

Easy peasy graphic abstract that I may try. Love the yellow and black one the mostest.

Let's just get one thing straight - I LOVE the idea of a supah dupah giant photograph framed in a big ole scrolly frame. I puff-daddy heart this one from Desire to Inspire.

Calgon, take me away. I saw a similar look to this in a gallery in Laguna Beach (Todd Kenyon from Pure Laguna Beach, if you MUST know - see sample below) :

His work is gorgeous and dreamy and is actually oil on canvas, but I thought I could recreate it by enlarging a photo to canvas. Alas, I have not been very successful with my photos, but haven't given up hope yet! Want one for the bedroom. Aaaahhhhh.........

I have also been coming across a lot of giant horse prints that I love. I just love the idea of this really rugged masculine piece of art with the very feminine room that it inhabits.
How can you go wrong with a giant Pollock-inspired painting, Eames chairs, and an artichoke chandelier? You can't.
Haunting artwork. Toloves.

Also, I just bought this shower curtain from CB2 for the boyz in the hood's room:
I am going to duplicate it on large canvas for one wall, and haven't decided yet whether to actually use the shower curtain as shower curtain, or cut it in half and use it as regular curtains. This is a similarly-inspired line drawrings that I lurve.

I believe this is a Marimekko from Desire to Inspire.

So in conclusion, to sum things up, I really feel, in short, to recap it slightly in a clearer version, in the words of David Cassidy in fact, while he was still with the Partridge family, "Art, I think I love you."

Thank you, Four Weddings and A Funeral IMDB page, for that inspiring summation.


Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Glamourai style.
So. Frigging. Cool.


Monday, February 22, 2010

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Blog Roundup!

Yeee-haw! I have three new favey crocketts to share, and THEY ARE NOT FASHION RELATED. I know. Right now I'm obsessed with my home (I go through these phases now and then) so I am scouring decor blogs. Came across these three this weekend:

As Ames likes to say, OHMYSTARSONINCE. This is her bedroom? Guh. My dream room. Hotel chic at its finest. I am so doing this to our room. Our bed is very similar, so we have the biggest thing already in place. Check out the dresser from Craigslist she rehabbed:

No words.

Speaking of befores and afters, that is ANOTHER new favey crockett:

Better After

It is a veritable shmorgishborg of, well, befores and afters.

Holy crap. I need something like that in my life.

Finally, another new fave is All The Best. I haven't spent as much time on this one, but I will. Oh, I WILL. Hello, collection of gorgeous interiors and fabulous recipes. Yummmmmmmmm.


Sunday, February 21, 2010

Get Your Swagger On

I'm so in love with these commercials that I cannot get to embed to SAVE MY LIFE, Blogger. Grrrrr.

And as much as I love to call your ride the Tripenator, The Mystery Machine and The Sweet Pickles Van, Shan, I think we can all agree that if ANYONE gets their swagger on, it is you my friend.

Rollin' with my homies.

Peace out, Ames

Is that the guy from the Sonic commercials who I have a wee crush on? I love him. I love that commercial you just linked to. Nope, had never seen it before. HI-larious. And you say Swag Wag, I say Pearl (that's what I call her). I know, I know - Pearl isn't the swaggest of names, but she can be feisty when she wants to. For instance, if I'm backing too close to something, Driving Miss Daisy she can sure shriek up a storm.

Now if Pearl could just convert to a magical crib that the boyz in our hood could not climb out of, life would be grand. Yep, that's where we are as of this morning. Just spent the night with both boys in our bed because we CANNOT keep them in their crib. Ask me how much sleep I got with Gavin kicking me in the back and whacking me in the head all night. Not. Much. Must. Mainline. Coffee.

Also - on a Trips sidenote - I took them all three to the grocery store BY MYSELF for the first time ever on Thursday. They are 21 months. My friends who had children the smart way (i.e., one at a time) probably think nothing of taking their babies to the store, but I can tell you, I was ascairt. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot and I start unloading babies into the stroller, Scarlett started screaming her head off. I was committed at that point, however, and forged ahead. Luckily she stopped once we started moving.

However, and this is also something those with one baby probably don't get, it is a FREAK SHOW trying to take them all out at once. I can assure you, anytime The Hubs and I have done it, we get at least one idiotic comment (if not several), every time, not to mention strangers who come up and ask if we had fertility drugs to end up with three. Seriously, strange man who I have never laid eyes on? Is it really your bidness if I did? Would you ask the couple with one baby that same question? Hells no.

BUT I DIGRESS. So, get in the store, man immediately walks up and says, "Are they twins?"

Me: Uh, noooo, they're triplets.

Strange Man: Are they all boys? Girls?

(Let me state for the record that Scarlett was wearing a pink dress, tights, pink cowboy boots, and a purple coat. The boys both had on overalls and jackets. Obviously different).

Me: They are two identical boys and a girl.

Strange Man: Oh, they come in that combination?

Me: Staring.....hard....scratching head....Yes, they come in all different combinations.

You see!!!! I am not lying. Every frigging time. My cousin has suggested I get tee shirts made up that say: Yes, they're triplets. Boy, Boy, Girl (they DO come in that combination), and it's noneya bizness whether we took drugs or not...


Ames, I sorry I just highjacked that post.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Marchesa

That Georgina Chapman sure knows how to make a pretty - and pretty spectacular - dress for the fall 2010 collection. The only thing I'm not loving are the shoes (I know, crazy, isn't it?), and the tights/pantyhose/whatEVER you call them that looked like someone ran into the local Apple Market and picked up a pair of Boca Beach Suntan hose in an egg. Also am not loving the styling, but just look from the neck down and you'll be fine. Come on, take a ride, there's a party down below, that ain't no jive. Just slide, glide, slippity slide, forget about your troubles and your 9 to 5.

Thank you Coolio, and now, wivout further ado.....

This one is my faves in all the land. I swear, If someone doesn't wear this Marchesa gown to the Oscars, I will just DIE. Hollywood stylists, you don't want that on your conscience, do you?
Chloe Sevigny, this dress is calling yoooooooooooooooooou.....

LOVE. THIS. Reminds me of the black and yellow Alexander McQueen that Drew Barrymore wore to the Toronto film fest last year. That starry spiderwebby detailing is fab fab fab. Her shoes and tights? Hid. e. ous.

Roses are red, violets are purple, sugar is sweet, and so is maple sur-ple. My dad used to say that to me, and now this dress does. I actually DO love these shoes too, but wish there weren't so much RED going on. I personally prefer to wear my red shoes with something that contrasts so they really WHAMMO (I just couldn't say POP).
This is something wrong about it, but I don't care. If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Ruffleth, ruffleth, ruffleth. Delithicious.

What, you're surprised that I included the featherist dress? You don't know me AT ALL.


Thursday, February 18, 2010

A Major Award?????

Awwwwww, look what we got! A lil award action from Welcome to the Zoo. Thank you so much, mamacita!

Here are the rules:

1. Thank the person who nominated me for this award.
2. Copy the award & place it on my blog.

3. Link to the person who nominated me for this award.

4. Share 7 interesting things about myself.

5. Nominate 7 bloggers.

It was an honor just being nominated (oh wait - that is my Oscar acceptance speech...)
And the lovely ladies I would like to pass it on to:

1. Gina (I think I may check her blog almost as much as I check our own - uh-mazing local blogger, and girlfriend rocks)

2. Full House (a fellow mother of triplets - AND TWINS - who is gorgeous and has a magnificent home to boot)

3. The Concrete Catwalk (our own local Sartorialist)

4. Huffmania (amazing, gorgeous photography from guess what? another local blogger)

Ames - I am going to let you add in three more to the list. I mean, I don't want to hog ALL the beautiful bloggers myself!

So-7 interesting things about me? Am I that interesting?
  1. I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but I had a crush on Buck Owens when I was a kid. How sad is that? For real. It is bad when you're stuck at home with your parents watching Hee-Haw on a Saturday night, but to actually have had a crush on Buck frigging OWENS? Have you seen him? What was WRONG with me????!!!!

  2. Geez - I don't know if I should admit anything else after that one. Hmmm...I know two people who have been in a movie. This may not be much to my friends who are from a coast, but when you're land-locked in the midwest, it just doesn't happen that often. My brother in law is getting ready to be in the movie Green Zone with Matt Damon (as an extra, durrrr), and one of my good friends was in the movie "Take This Job and Shove It," with the priceless line "Wanna beer, mister?"

  3. I will get on a kick and eat the same thing overandover for breakfast until I am sick of it. Right now it's toast with avocado, sea salt, and provolone cheese (thank you Gina), and half a grapefruit with honey and cinnamon.

    Ames - you fill in the rest. I'm not feeling that interesting this morning...
Ames here:
Bloggers: See above. Oh, okay, aaaaaaaand,

Luxirare - food and fashion. Done and done.

Garance Dore - yep, I have my ticket for the love bandwagon.

Kansas Couture - girl works some bargains. Gotta love that.

Interesting things about me? Oh geez Mary Louise (Parker) this won't be interesting at all this morning.
  1. I won the Spelling Bee every year in Elementary school save for the one where we were snow skiing during the Bee. The yearly 2nd Place Finisher was ne'er so happy. Yet, to this very day, when I start to spell "Surprise" I stop and go, "is there an r between the u and p?" I do not know why. Nor do I know why "u" and "p" makes me giggle.

  2. If you put chips and cupcakes in front of me, I'd destroy the chips first. Chips are my kryptonite. Wait, that is wine. OHMYSTARSONICE, I just thought of my million dollar idea - Wine Chips. Who's in?

  3. When the song "Flashlight" comes on, I will stop and dance. Anywhere. Anytime. Try me.

Aw, man, that's all I have in me for now. Well, that and oatmeal, blueberries and assorted bodily fluids and organs, but that goes without saying. Which is one of those odd sayings - because why did I say it if I didn't need to? That goes for most of my post here, actually.

Shan here again - cuppa questions for Amy:

1. Do you have a taker yet for Wine Chips? Count me in. (P.S. OHMYSTARSONICE made me giggle out loud).

b) Flashlight? I have never heard of this song, but I intend to hook it up for girlzzzz night next monf, as I will happily turn on the bideo recorder to capture your impromptu dance.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Irina. Wait - WHAT?

For reals. Meana Irina from Project Runway. Her fall 2010 collection? Gorge. I would wear every single piece. Love it. See for yourself, pics below are from Project Rungay. You can also read some heated debate about her use of fur and feathers. Personally, I love them - espesh the feathers.

Merci -

This is like a really fab sweater from 1977 that you find accidentally in a thrift store and thank your lucky stars. I am LOVING it with the leather leggings and boots. Hawt hawt hawt.

More drapey sweatery feathery goodness.

Sweet wind cries Mary - the ombre fur jacket? I just peed myself.

This is a LBD wrapped in a feather hug of a dress. Meluvs.

Graphic + Fabulous = Grabulous.

How many times can I say I LOVE her use of leatha. One more, I guess. Fo realz though, I love the combo of somewhat preppy grey flannel with rock chick badazz leather. And the cuffs on that jacket? For the love of Gil Gerard, they are like buttah.
Can we take a moment here though? Does anyone else think this model is actually Deputy Kimball from Reno 911?

No? Just me? Oh well....

Scary looking model - despite your hateful look, I still love what you are wearing.

This wins my coveted Best Use of Pheasant Feathers Since My Uncle's Stuffed Pheasant Hanging In The Den Just Above The Christmas Tree Bedecked With Shotgun Shells look.

Oh man, I think you all know how Amy and I feel about a reveal, but a reveal that reveals hidden feathers? Let me grab my Depends.
Lovely jubbly.

TWO fan-flipping-tastic dresses with feathers? I just shat myself. Wait, is it too early in the morning to admit that? Nah, I used shat, which sounds British, so it's okay. On that note, enjoy your day!