diaper cakes

My life last week. Two words. Diaper cakes (Oh and a third word - golf - but that's a separate hubby related word). Today I helped a girlfriend host a dual baby shower for two Junior League girlfriends. Two of my contributions can be seen above and below. After reading preggie-new mom blogs I'd gotten it in my  head that I too wanted wanted to make a diaper cake. Here was my big chance! Where did I turn? Google (of course). And from there YouTube (totally not of course - the diaper-cake-how-to was my first ever YouTube video). Whatever, I was able to create my first two cakes. I think they turned out pretty darn great, if I do say so myself! Gawd I love crafts! Luckily I get to make a third diaper cake for a college roommie's baby shower this Sunday - think purple and green. Sorry, this post was totally about diaper cakes and not about the fab shower for two amazingly gorgeous mommies-to-be.

attacked

A few nights ago when I came home from my Junior League Fashion Show meeting I was attacked ... by a plant in our front yard. That darn flower bundle you see above attacked my shirt. The shirt happens to be a fab green Ella Moss - one of hubby's faves (sad). Anywho, I was innocently walking by, okay, I was hurrying by. I was home late - the hubby just finished his last summer school class final, and I hadn't seen him all day. I was willing to sacrifice clothes to spend even 30 more seconds with the hubby - priorities people! 

There I was, stuck to the plant standing outside my house laughing hysterically. I was fumbling with the strings on my shirt trying to get them untangled. But as you can see in the above pic, there are tons of stupid spiky things for the strings to wind around. Ahh! Luckily my hubby heard the Prius (somehow, those darn cars are so quiet - maybe the dog alerted him) and came outside when I didn't come into the house in a timely manner. He couldn't get my strings unwound (of course, patience and intricate things are more my forte than his). Sooo, in order to extricate me and restore my honor ... my courageous hubby slayed the plant. All that is left is a headless stem (okay, there are many more stems with flowers, but this is the one that attacked me). Hubby saved me ... my knight in shining armor!

Shirt status report: the shirt is a bit pissed but will probably be able to be salvaged.

addicted

I am completely addicted to Forever 21 and H&M accessories. I can't tell you how many times I've been to one or both of those in the last month. Countless!

And, I just finished a DIY project. A ribbon decorated cork board that now houses my fab cheapie accessories! Loves it! The cork board is on the wall next to my closet and above my craft table/scrapbooking collection in the office/craft room. Did I already say ... loves it? Well I do!

free stuff

What could be better than free stuff? Nothing. Especially when the free stuff is fun and fabulous.

One of my girlfriends is pregnant and in the throes of decorating her baby girl's nursery. Thus her girly office is being disassembled and recycled. Guess the recipient of said stuff, yup, ME! I'm thrilled. I'm getting a fabulously large and girly white desk + a giant PINK wingback chair. Yup, pink. Pink, the color that just so happens to be my most favorite color in the whole entire world. Hubby can't say no, it's free! Plus, he stopped using the room this stuff is taking over (he uses the dining room table as his "executive desk"). 

I've been meaning to decorate our craft room/office for months. The plan had been to create a bright pink/grass green color scheme. I didn't get far. I have a green rug, a pink picture frame, one piece each of green & pink art, and a bunch of stuff waiting to be revamped. Now that I'm getting my new stuff I have found a load of redecorating energy! I'm sooo thrilled.

Today I went to Home Depot for some spray paint (I found bright pink and a light pink which will coordinate with the wingback chair). Frames are already in progress! I don't know when I'll be able to get my pack mule hubby (and probably one of his friends - this desk is huge) over to my girlfriend's house to pick up my stuff - hopefully soon! I'm so excited. I will post pics once parts of the room are finished. 

I can't contain my pink glee!

overwhelmed

Yesterday I went to Forever 21 for maybe the second time in my life. The first time I rushed in trying to find a cheapo version of a super expensive Nordstrom hair flower clippy thing (for a wedding that same night - ay yai yai can you say last minute?). I had success that day. Since then I've oggled several of my girlfriends' outfits only to find out that key pieces were purchased ridiculously cheap from Forever 21.

I want ridiculously cheap and fab clothes too, darn it! I finally made the move. Mistake. Big mistake. I walked in and saw the largest selection of clothes I've ever seen. Holy gawd there were lots of options. I finally gave up on the clothes and went to the accessories to focus all of my fashion energy. Success! I came home with two bracelets, a necklace, and a pair of earrings. After consulting my closet I now want to go back and get another pair of earrings! So fun. A new addiction has begun! (accessories only, clothes are too overwhelming!)

really bad hair

I'm so glad I waited two weeks to write this. Otherwise there would be many curse words, lots of whining, and probably a lot of high pitched shrieking (if you could hear me in real life).

Now that it's been a couple of weeks, and one of the problems has been fixed, I now feel like I am strong enough to discuss the situation.

This was me on June 19th. Look at that gorgeous long brown hair.

This is me on July 1st. 

I asked for a little bit of the length to be removed so that my curl wouldn't fall out as easily. I also asked for glamorous big hair. I wound up with this short cut (6 plus inches off) and this funky color (maroon with a distinct pink tint in the sun). Gawd awful.

I now have a normal brown hair color - with minor glimpses of maroon in the sun. Hey, better is better. Unfortunately she couldn't fix the length. Oh well. It'll grow. In the meantime I've been too chicken to "do" my hair curly. Sad, considering it's been my recent go to glam-do. What do they say? Time heals all wounds. Time will definitely heal my hair wounds.

crime of fashion

i recently started volunteering at a health clinic reading to children while they wait in the pediatric waiting room.

this is what i have to wear. it's gawd awful. 

i don't know if there is anything i could possibly wear that would make me feel more dumpy.

feel bad for me.

i'm doing it for the children (i just have to keep telling myself that)

p.s. wait for the next post ... i've had a traumatic week.