The tree is a white tree with bright ornaments. My favorite thing though are these amazing wood ornaments I found. I got them at an estate sale this summer, there was an entire room FULL (and I am not even exaggerating) of them boxes and boxes of them were laid out. I held myself back and only bought 20 or so. I wish I would have bought another 50 seriously they are so dang cute! I blame it on the fact that I bought them in the sweltering heat and Christmas was the farthest thing on my mind. Next year I plan to make my own to add to the collection.
This weekend. I am sewing my little (big) butt off. Here is to 11 days to go (eek!). This weekend for me is now or never since next weekend is our holiday get togethers. Here’s hoping for a long and productive weekend.
The hardest time to do this is recently during those “bad” days when Leila is becoming her own little person who is frustrated at something and can’t express it yet, she screams at the top of her lungs, an ear drum piercing scream. I remind myself though that she is only small once and enjoy every minute of it, because before I know it she will be a teenager screaming again and I will have to tell myself to breath and enjoy it because she will only be a teenager once. But enough of that I don’t want to think THAT far ahead.
This past weekend we had a good dumping of snow. Leila was alright with it, she didn’t scream when we put her down to walk though she did grunt at the snow when she couldn’t walk normally due to drifts. I love seeing her all bundled up, waddling like a little penguin!
Oh and Kelly-Pup she absolutely LOVED running around and in the snow!
Good thing I had my brand new hat on!
(Made by this lovely blogger. Here is her store)
Here is something that I knew before we became attached at the hip I knew that she and I were too much alike NOT to become close friends. Our husband’s (at the time we met boyfriend/fiancé) birthdays were the same day, our backgrounds extremely similar (small towns), similar life experiences. I knew that too many things fit just right that I prayed that we would become great friends, I am glad to say that pray was answered.
We had a falling out; it was the longest year of my life as well as the loneliest. Thanks to her being braver than me we reconciled and the past is just that, the past. We have learned from it and damn if I ever let that happen again.
She is my guinea pig on all of my projects; she has always gotten hand made items from me. She is my biggest cheerleader in everyway. I know that if I am unsure of myself she will be in my corner cheering me on. She believes in me in a way a parent does for their own child, effortlessly and whole heartedly. She is an inspiration to me. She is an amazing mother and I look to her for advice and a shoulder on those hardest of days as a mom. She enjoys the same things as me and we could spend an entire day antiquing. We just get each other.
We live a decent distance away from each other but we always make time to see each other. Right now it is about once a month whether she comes down to visit or we go up to her home. I am not much a phone person but when we do get a chance of some sort of silence (hard with three kids between us) we do chat and laugh on the phone. Emails and cards are sent. I keep in better contact with her than anyone in my family but it makes sense because she is my family. You can’t pick your family, but you can pick your BFF, and they become family if you are lucky.
Now I just hope she is still my BFF after I have posted these goofy photos of her! (She said she has no shame, I just want to see if that is true! *smile*)
**If you cant tell these photos were taken after a little too many drinks were drunk. That girl sure knows how to throw a party!**
I missed two days of posting. What is a girl to do when she is out in the middle of the country with no working computer, a warm fireplace, hot coffee and the company of family? She doesn’t worry about posting and just enjoys life. This posting everyday was rather stressful for me and came at the worst time possible. I will probably post everyday in February like I did last year. I know it is a cop out since it is the shortest month, ask me if I care (I don’t). A wise friend of mine was in the same situation and took it in the best stride possible. Blogging for me is sharing my life and my journeys. But if I am worried about blogging I am not living and that pretty much defeats the WHOLE purpose of this blog. So no more I no longer will feel guilty if I miss a day or two of posting. (Or a week if that is what my life calls for)
This weekend I watched a lot of movies, visited with family and friends, helped out my grandma (who is now dubbed the bionic woman with her knee replaced), and did a little bit of crafting. I am currently working on my ornaments for the holiday swap and I am really happy with how they are turning out.
I am happy to say that the store update also went off without a hitch (though it took up all of my Sunday, which meant no cleaning oh well) and now I am off to start Christmas gifts and decorating!
Today has been foggy, bleak and dreary. So no photos of product (boo) so I am thinking I won’t be able to do an actual update for my store until after the holiday. I am thinking the update will be on what is dubbed the biggest shopping online day which is the Monday after Thanksgiving. So as of right now the tentative update day will be Monday November 26th.
So enough about business on to the photo of my funky trees. I am bit by the holiday bug but these weren’t actually made for that reason. These were made after 24 hours of no sleep and wanting to have something holiday-ish for my table at the trunk show. They didn’t turn out exactly how I envisioned in my crazy brain but they turned out pretty cool for me. Granted they look like a five year old did them but hey, I like that. I am going to try one more time later on in December to create another set so that I can pull them out year after year. What will happen to these proto-types? I think they will go to my work desk, they cheer me up even on the bleakest of days.
