At Dollar Tree the other day while I was shopping for party supplies, I got distracted by these silver metal trays and crystal-esque candle holders.
A five dollar tiered tray was destined to come live with me.
Not sure, but I do love me quick cheap crafts and I also love me tiered trays.
Do I spray paint it, like I have been seeming to do to everything else?
Or embrace the shiny granny-ness?
Because it is made out of things from Dollar Tree.
Did I mention how shiny it is?
Maybe I could throw it in the ocean for a few days. That would antique it nicely. But then again, $1.00 trays. They would probably disintegrate.
Today was Halley's Superbowl.
She has been counting down the days for two years..
We made a deal when she was only four. For her sixth birthday we would go to American Girl Place.
This kid does not forget a thing.
We went to The Grove which is basically a shopping wonderland. Celebrities, Anthropologie, happiness. But all of that was lost on Halley.
Today was for sure the best day of her young life.
It only took one viewing of this WEIRD ad to win the heart and adoration of Halley.
Did I mention that it is super WEIRD?
Every time she is asked what she wants for her birthday this is her direct quote:
"I want the Relly Kelly pretty shoes with the makeup cell phone."
The birthday fairy is not bringing you $75 blinged out shoes or a makeup cell phone.
Mean mom gave her the wrong address.
I don't get it.
She is cool enough without them and she certainly does not need a makeup cell phone.
Last night was an average night.
My oldest wanted to go in the baby swing, so I picked her up an plopped her down in it.
Everything was totally normal. Until it wasn't.
Crazy pain, swelling and burning took over my foot.
What was my first thought?
"I sprained/ strained/ broke my foot."?
Or was it:
"I. Am. Going. To. Die!!!"
Thanks to watching one too many medical shows, my default always goes straight to dropping dead.
I self diagnosed myself with a deadly blood clot. Because after so many episodes, apparently I have an honorary medical degree.
Off to urgent care I went.
Like always, if someone is sick or hurt in our family it is always after office hours or on the weekends. It's all about paying tons of money to our not so awesome insurance.
But guess what?
My honorary medical degree is bunk.
How did it happen?
If only I knew.
But what I do know is that I did not die.
I have to stay off of it for five days.
This is my little perch on the couch.
Pillows, ice pack, a full DVR...
I'm trying. But I can't sit still.
Didn't my foot look at what I have on the calendar this week?
Thanks a lot Dr. House.
I stressed out for nothing.
I have always been a reader.
Before kids, I would curl up with a new book and read it straight through until the sun came up.
Then I would sleep until noon.
Oh, the leisurely days of being a stay at home wife.
Now I am more likely to sew late into the night, but I still crave the peace and quiet that reading brings me.
So glad you asked.
I am loving Picnik right now and made a batch of bookmarks using their collage feature.
They take just minutes to create and make great gifts too.
Just print them on to photo paper using the 10cm x 15cm size, glue to colorful cardstock, then top off the cuteness with a brad and ribbon. Done and done.
Read anything good latley?
Do I need to add it to my pile?