Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Maybe it's because they are that Olsen line that JC Penney's carries, and they're actually made for an Olsen-sized person, which means someone who weighs roughly 30 pounds less than me.
Maybe it's because the night before I wore them, I had been to boot camp, and my abs were SCREAMING in misery, so the elastic band at the top cut me right at the point where they were most sore.
Hear me now and believe me later when I tell you that at work, I just rolled them down and let my muffin top hang all over the place.
That was only SLIGHTLY more comfortable than just wearing them pulled all the way up.
I should probably also mention that I was at work by myself at that point.
Come on - I wouldn't do THAT to my co-workers.
Pants: JC Penney
Thursday, November 21, 2013
SOMEONE has two thumbs and has been pinning like a muthaf#cka lately, and it's THIS guy. What was my pin of choice this week? Disco balls. I'm pretty sure at some point in the midst of my disco ball frenzy on Tuesday, someone out there on my feed was all, WE GET IT - YOU LIKE DISCO BALLS, NOW LAY OFF CRAZY McSHINYPANTS.
I feel like I need to explain myself. I'm not sure how long I have been obsessed with disco balls, but it IS one of my routine searches on Craigslist, along with "Longhorn steer skull," and "card catalog." That, my friends, is a true story. On Tuesday, I was in Hobby Lobby on my lunch hour, and they had the most EXCELLENT Christmas wreath that looked like it was composed of tiny, champagne colored disco balls. For $80. EIGHTY DOLLARS is too much money for a disco ball Christmas wreath, I said to myself, so I found similar supplies which are still sitting in my garage as we speak, but I intend to get my craft on sometime this weekend to make one for my front door. And then, lo and behold, on my way to the check out counter, I found a big disco ball. We're not talking 2' in diameter disco ball - that would be the MOTHER LOAD of balls, but it was probably 10" in diameter. For $7.50. SEVEN FIFTY, kids. Needless to say, it is also sitting in my garage, and I'm going to have el hubby-o hang it in the corner of our living room this weekend, where it will wait patiently until I find possibly two more to cluster with it. Oh yes, I SAID TWO MORE.
If I REALLY had balls (see what I did there?) I'd hang an entire ceiling full, like in one of the coolest places I ever visited - the G Hotel in Galway, Ireland. Check this shit out:
Okay - they're not ACTUALLY disco balls, but they COULD be. Let's look at a shit ton of OTHER disco inspirations, mmmmkay?
NOBODY puts disco in the corner. Except this guy, along with a freaking AMAZING hot pink velvet egg-chair.
I believe you know how I feel about mixing rustic with modern. That goes double for disco.
Disco kids room? Sign me up!
Disco fireplace with tiny stuffed fawn? Weird, slightly creepy, but discoriffic.
Turn on the Bee Gee's, move that damn chaise, and shake yo GROOVE THANG.
It's disco! It's Buddha! It's two great tastes that taste great together!!
Disco stair risers? HELLZ YES.
And just for you?
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I need help in the bedroom, ya'll.
Not THAT kind of help. Sheesh - get your dirty minds out the gutter!! I need your opinions on changing my bedding to something more wintery. This is what it looks like now:
It's not bad - I love our furniture, but it's the bedding that is WAH WAAAAAH to me. I don't mind all white for summer, but I want something more for the fall and cold winter months.
Here's where you come in. Please weigh in - give me your suggestions on what you would add/subtract from our current situation. I keep thinking I would like something ethnic - a kantha quilt, or suzani print, or something like that. Even a large knit plaid throw. The wall behind our bed is charcoal, and the rest of the walls are a lighter grey - same in the bafroom. Because the walls are neutral, I'm open to color suggestions for the bedding. Our curtains are an ivory silk dupioni, and they could change for the season too. Here are some deets from the rest of the room and our master bath:
Deer antlers from a deer my dad got when I was a kid. Being repurposed as a jurrey holder.
Foo dawgs on the nightstand, yo.
Buddha-turned-'nother jurrey holder.
So please - give me some ideas. Links are always welcome. Please and thank ye kindly!
Monday, November 18, 2013
These pics of the kids are possibly my favorites ever taken.
I love this photo so much. They just look so joyful, and it makes me happy to look at it.
And this outfit was a mish-mash of printed items I grabbed, knowing I was going to be FREEZING in my office at work. I actually loved how it turned out.
Guh. So precious it kills me dead.
I picked that giant sweater up at the thrift store last year. IT'S A LIZ. Clairborn, that is. For my friends and family who know my mom, they know that Liz is the PINNACLE of high fashion to her. All I know is this ginormous sweater - possibly from Liz's "Big and Tall" collection - is a cocoon of cozy.
Speaking of cocoon...check out THAT coverage.
And those boots? El CHEAPOS from an online retailer who I don't think is around anymore. But they're lined in a thin faux fur, and SOOOO toasty.
Miley Cyrus has NOTHING on Scarlett, ya'll.
Why am I clenching my fists here? Am I trying to fart? Possibly.
You can kinda sorta see my necklace - a scarab that I scored from a garage sale a few years ago.
Happy Monday, yo.
Linked up here.
Sweater: Thrifted, Liz Clairborn, XL
Striped shirt: JC Penney
Boots: El cheapos, ZooShoo
Necklace: Garage sale
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
The monster in my head kept me up last night. You know the one. It tells you you're not quite good enough. My monster usually talks about my parenting skills. My monster looks like one of those girls who, when they meet you for the first time, do so with a posture. You know the one. Arms crossed, looking down their nose at you, giving you the look of barely disguised disgust as their eyes travel from your head to your feet and back again.
That's what my monster looks like. And she says things like - "You didn't read to the kids ONCE in the past few days???" and my voice answers quietly, "But I went through site words with them several times."
My monster says, "Couldn't you have done some craft with the kids?" and my voice answers quietly, "But I took them to the new park, and when we got home, jumped on the trampoline with them."
My monster says, "Pffft. Not to mention, you have not been to the gym to work out in TWO WEEKS," and I say, "But Tom has been traveling off and on for two weeks, it's not as easy to get there."
"Yes," my monster answers, "But you could have worked out AT HOME."
My monster says, "And really, did you have to go COMPLETELY off the rails when two of the kids cut their hair this weekend?"
"In my defense," my voice answers, "I DID pull myself together pretty quickly for me, and I apologized to them and explained rationally why they can't put scissors to their hair or clothing. And I hugged them and told them I loved them no matter what they ever did, and I always would."
My monster went on and on and one, but thankfully, I was finally able to go back to sleep at 4:30, and get one more hour in before the alarm went off.
Hopefully my monster will be taking the night off tonight. Just once. And if not, I'll sick this guy on him:
Pants: TJ Maxx
Monday, November 11, 2013
And this hair look? Is called: "Apparently The Older I Get, The More My Hair Looks Like The Pretty Woman Perm I Had Circa 1988."
But this time? I don't have to pay for it.
For realz. I swear, all I did to my hair this particular day was wash it and then use a diffuser to dry it. I didn't have to go back with my curling iron at all. It's kind of nice. And strangely, I believe I got 4 days out of it before I washed it again.
Don't hate me because my hurr is dirty.
Tee and vest: Target