5 things I’m loving right now

  1. Love-FireMy sleeping bag coat. Seriously, this thing is like wearing a sleeping bag. It’s far from flattering, but on mornings when the temp is 6 degrees, I really don’t care how I look!
  2. Buying new plants. I moved recently and my new place is WAY bigger than the last place, so I have plenty of room for all sorts of new plants. I love growing plants.
  3. The short rib tacos at The Roost in Longmont.
  4. My family. They’re pretty great.
  5. When the gifts you give are a hit. My niece Farrah was besotted with the Ana costume I gave her for Christmas.
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Confession Thursday

  1. Confession My favorite cookies are oatmeal cookies with raisins. In case you were wondering.
  2. I always used to sneeze in threes. Lately I’ve been sneezing in twos. I feel out of touch with my sinuses.
  3. This coat is on its way to my house presently. No, it’s not an attractive coat. I agree with you. But! I have it on good authority that it’s really warm and cozy. So, on those 10 degree days when I want to cry as I leave my cozy house, at least I’ll be warm. All the way to my calves! (Oh, and I got it in black because the brown one looks like, well, you know and the white one would be dirty in five minutes.)
  4. I’m SUPER pumped to watch the Broncos game tonight. I’m making it a goal to watch all of their games this season, which might be hard considering I don’t have cable. Or even basic TV channels. Guess I’ll be crashing friends and family homes for the next several months! You’ve been warned.
  5. So, non-crafty me made this for my niece’s first birthday:
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    “Though she be but little, she is fierce!”

    This is a Shakespeare quote I saw shortly after Farrah’s birth. (She was less than five pounds at birth.) I’ve been plotting what to do with it ever since. I’m really pleased with how it turned out! I hope this canvas hangs on her walls for years to come.

Wherein my mom does a nice thing and I employ the power of shutting up

For my senior prom, my mom suggested that we have my dress made. I was thrilled. This was such an incredibly kind, thoughtful thing for her to come up with and I knew it was a special treat to show how much she appreciated the fact that I didn’t give her too much grief for a teenaged girl.

We didn’t have much time to execute this, but I had a vision so I thought we’d be okay. A floor-length, pale yellow satin dress with an empire waist and a chiffon over-lay from the bust-line (which was to be scoop neck front and back) down. I wanted it simple, elegant, and not black. I knew every other girl there would be wearing black and I wanted something that would stand out.

We met with a seamstress and I helped her to sketch exactly what I wanted. She took measurements (important to note) and showed me the fabric samples she’d picked up, which I approved. And then I turned her loose.

I went back to pick up my dress the day of prom. The dress was horrendous. The length was about eight inches shorter than I wanted making it, um, matronly. The bust-line was totally off and padded in a way that was Dolly Pardon-esque. Apparently those measurements she took didn’t factor in when she padded the hell out of that sucker. Or maybe they did and she felt bad for me. Anyway, the reason it was padded is that the back was low-cut making a bra impossible. Oh, and to cover the zipper in the back, she stitched on this ugly lacy, beaded piece of oddness. The upshot was that, other than the color and the fabric, it was nothing like what I wanted or expected. It’s like she and I never had a conversation or sketched out a design at all.

I know my mom could tell I was disappointed just by the look on my face and my body language. I knew she was thinking the same thing as me, which was, “Is this seamstress on crack?” But we both kept our mouths shut. There’s no way I would have complained. Not considering my mom’s good intentions and the money she paid. And I think she must have known that her acknowledgement of the situation would have made it worse.

So, I wore the hell out of that dress. I wore it like it was exactly what I had planned all along. I stood out like I wanted to in my pale yellow dress (mission accomplished) and I stood out for some other reasons I didn’t want to (odd glances to my padded chest dually noted). And then I packed that sucker away in my closet with a snort. I still have it. Someday my daughter will wear it as a joke to a costume party or something. Then I guess I’ll feel like my mom got her monies worth!

And now, photographic evidence…

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5 things I’m loving right now

  1. lovehandThis hilarious woman recently coined a new term…manwad. It’s like nimwad, but a specific reference to men. I love it.
  2. Downpours complete with thunder and lightening.
  3. Dresses that are so comfortable it’s like wearing a nightgown. I only wore dresses such as these to work last week. I’m all about being as comfortable as possible when it’s that FREAKING HOT!
  4. This lotion. It’s helping me appear less Casper-the-Friendly-Ghost-ish. However, I’ll admit that I’m still pretty damned white. But that’s not Jergen’s fault.
  5. Sticking to my guns, even when it’s really hard to do.

Confession Thursday

  1. Confession I know nothing about tennis and yet I love watching it on T.V. Something about that little ball bouncing back and forth is mesmerizing. I could sit and watch it for hours.
  2. I hate nothing more than hurting the feelings of people I love. It’s almost always inadvertent, but I hate it nonetheless.
  3. The fact that it’s mid-May and I don’t need a light jacket/sweater in the morning as I head to work scares me. I’m dreading the 90-100 degree days that are imminent and just around the corner. Curses to all of you people wishing for hot weather!
  4. I’ve had one of my favorite summer tops for about, oh, eight years. It’s getting pretty shot and I’m trying desperately to replace it. I hate when I have to do that!
  5. I’m going to the Miranda Lambert concert this Saturday night and I’m ridiculously excited about it.
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