I love that I am not alone in my font snobbishness.
That I am not the only freak who refuses to try the new restaurant in town, simply because they had the misfortune of choosing Papyrus for their logo.
Or the cupcake shop in the mall. With really good looking cupcakes. They will not see a dollar from me as long as they have Brush Script in their logo. Because, in all honesty, if they can't be trusted to use a non-hideous font, how can they be trusted to make cupcakes that don't contain lethal poison?
Are you with me?
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The sandals are from Target. Comfy as flip flops & cheap. My fave kind of shoes.***
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Back in ye olden days I was a sign maker.
But then summer came.
I do not prefer heat.
I heart air conditioning.
My sewing machine was in the cool house.
The saw was in the inferno backyard.
Honestly, I had no choice.
So I left the paint and sawdust for fabric and thread.
{But mostly for the air conditioning. Or the pretty fabric. Or both.}
Once in a while the saw calls to me.
I want to make a batch of signs for The Queen Bee Market, but I am stuck.
I need inspiration.
Words.
Colors.
Ideas.
What words would you hang in your homes?
What colors would you want them in?
I have a gorgeous pack of Amy Butler paper that is awaiting letters.
Go...
Fill my booth with wordy goodness.
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A journey starts with a single step, right?
Does a craft fair booth start with a single item?
I am really hoping so.
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When I bought The Pioneer Woman Cooks, I thought for a minute how fun it would be to do a little Julie & Julia project.
Exactly the same thing that 300 million other bloggers thought.
Although her pico de gallo and guacamole have changed my life...
(I used to think that I made the best guac ever. Nope. She does.)
It contains quite a few red meat dishes in there.
Me, being a recovering vegetarian, who has major texture issues with red meat, I just didn't see myself making it through.
So instead I am doing my own, very doable project.
Julie & Meg, if you will.
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It was a pull-up emergency.
A butter, eggs and shampoo emergency, but that is of little detail.
Off to Costco we went.
All of us.
Guess what?
The princess PullUps-
GONE.
They were only available in size 4T-5T.
Which are both too big for tiny Lucy, but also too expensive. (60 in a box compared to 88 in the 2T-3T size. Hello!)
Bought the boy ones.
I have to admit that it is a little weird.
Lucy could care less.
She thinks it's funny.
That's her.
Chewbacca loving, boy PullUp wearing, her.
But it got me thinking...
I bet that if I had a son and needed to choose between buying a box of princess PullUps, or hauling everyone on an extra trip to Target, I would choose Target 10 out of 10 times.
Because I can't imagine any father being cool with his boy rocking Sleeping Beauty as he slept.
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Yes, I'm talking about water again.
Something that I take for granted every day.
I am pretty sure that I will never be done talking about water.
It is so beautiful to see what started out as an unattainable dream come to fruition.
Knowing that lives will be saved across the ocean because of your prayers, love, and donations.
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When it comes to boys, I'm clueless.
The only language that I currently speak is pink, sparkles and drama.
After an incredibly long string of girl births in my circle of friends, I am attending not one, not two, but three boy baby showers in the next month.
Another loss in the Great Hard Drive Fail of 2010 was my rad bookmark folder chock full of boy ideas and inspiration...
There are burp cloths, tie onesies....
but that is all I've got in my arsenal.
I need ideas.
Easy ideas.
Help me out moms.
What was your favorite shower gift?
What do you like?
Hate?
Moms who speak Lego, mud and blue.
Because there is really no way to get away with a Pretty. Messy. Flower on a boy.
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After a tough day that seems to be a part of a never ending string of tough days, I got an email.
A beautiful and surprising email.
From Jeanett.
Who I have yet to meet, but when I do, I know we will be great friends.
She asked (demanded politely) for my address.
All in the guise of pizza delivery.
How can I say no to cheesy goodness?
Or to having a night off of cooking?
Soon after their was a knock on the door.
Dinner arrived.
From miles away.
More than I ever expected.
Just what I needed.
Who does that?
Blog friends do that.
Thank you friend.
More than you will ever know.
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***
Edited to add:
Thanks so very much for scooping the first batch up.
I will list more as I make more.
Data recovery, here I come!
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the biggest one is missing our dog and sleeping with a picture of him under her pillow.
I am enjoying our first construction free day since January.
soaking in the quiet.
thankful for spring break.
eating candy.
cooking something yummy.
planting sunflowers.
taking pictures.
guest blogging with a purpose and a giveaway at Life. Rearranged.
just being.
what are you up to?
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Weirdness.
Just saying.
But... if someone gave me a free one with the condition that I had to keep it in the iMaxi, I would give it some serious consideration.
I'm not above to selling out for technology.
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