Daddy Daughter Date Night 2013 {Day 4}

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

This event may or may not have occurred back on September 14th {at least it's still 2013}. 

Every fall Chick-fil-a hosts a fabulously executed Daddy-Daughter Date Night. There are table cloths, roses, a limo and conversation starters all wrapped up into an unforgettable memory-saving moment. It's become an event that we are sure not to miss each year. {There is a mother-son night in the spring and we make sure to get there too!} What melts my heart the most is when I see a mom there with her teenage sons. I weep. And I embarrass my son while I get all sappy. It's FABULOUS!

One of my favorite things about these nights is that it has become and opportunity to snap some photos to document the occasion. Sometimes life just gets in the way and I forget to pull out the camera.

I hope you enjoy watching Missy P grow up. It's bittersweet. Beautiful. But sometime I mourn that some of our moments have already passed. 

And then I smile because I remember that we still have so many more to come. 

Procrastination {Day 3}

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

I don't want to talk about this.

In fact, I think that sitting here and typing out this blog post is a form of procrastination on its own merits.

But here's the truth: When I feel overwhelmed by a task that's before me, I put it off. I let procrastination steal my motivation. I give it full permission to be a dream thief. Why in the world do I do that?

Procrastination is simply a bi-product of fear. 

Instead of taking one bite of the proverbial elephant at a time, I stare at that big ole behemoth and freeze-- while I peruse Facebook and Instagram, grab another cup of coffee, clean the bathroom…and repeat.

Today I need to do some serious work on pulling together my thoughts {and a mountain of paperwork} for starting our 501c3 to raise awareness, education and funding for efforts against human sex trafficking here in rural Indiana. It feels too big. I feel too small.

My logic tells me that I just need to take it one step at a time. One email. One printout. One thought jotted down. One prayer. Each one moving the process forward. Each step breathing a whisper of love to those who need someone to take that step for them.

I CAN do this-- but not alone.

Will you pray with me? It's going to take work and determination. Will you ask me about it? Will you hold me accountable to what God has planted deep in my soul?

So here goes nothing...

I'm taking a bite!

Cyber Monday- My Handmade FAVES {Day 2}

Monday, December 2, 2013

Have ya'll been shopping like frenetic elves for the past few days? I'm *almost* finished with my Christmas shopping {HOORAY}. We're only buying for the kids in the family this year and it feels a little strange, but a little less stressful too. I haven't decided if I like it or not. That said, I know that lots of you are always looking for awesome handmade items to share for the holidays so I thought that I would share a few of my very favorites with you!

1. Baby Bird & Bub Bub ~ Kristina is the SWEETEST thing EVER! And her prints are perfect not only for your little one's room, but for your entire house. Today she is offering 25% off of anything in her shop. Snag them! You won't regret it! 

{forgive the quick snapshot & the fact that this wall isn't quite done, but the "Parker" and "Let Your Heart Sing" prints are both BB&BB! *Swoon*}

2. Gussy Sews~ Gussy makes my Midwestern heart smile. She has a fun little handmade shop and even though she is a California transplant now, she just oozes joy and kindness. Her shop is getting ready to undergo a whole lot of changes, so if you've ever wanted a "Gussy" pouch or bag, don't wait! 

{I'm crushing on this wallet!} 

3. Grace & Lace~ Where in the world do I even start with this company? Melissa is a friend who started G&L by chance, but has grown this business with love, kindness, authenticity and wisdom. I love their products and I'm sure that you will too! I'm waiting on word as to whether or not G&L has a CM code to share today {you'll forgive them for possibly not having one-- they are working their tails off to fulfill orders that they received after being featured on Shark Tank last week! P.S. They got a bite!} 

{Why yes, I am in a bathroom!} 


4. Crimson Tate~ For all of my fabric-happy friends, Crimson Tate is my favorite fabric shop in Indiana. But you don't have to be a Hoosier to score great deals! In fact, their sale is only online! Today you get $25 off of any $100 or more purchase with code "CYBERMONDAY" at checkout. And in case you don't sew, but love handmade awesome-ness, Heather's "I LOVE Indiana" pillows are a PERFECT gift. I love, love, love mine! 

There are SO many more, but these are just a few of my favorites! Love you all oodles. Have a fabulous day and happy shopping! ;) 

A Very Merry Blogging Challenge {Day 1}

Sunday, December 1, 2013

How in the world did December sneak up on me like this? Every year I feel like I'm just starting to get into the groove of Fall and then "BAM!" it's Peyton's birthday! {Which just happened to coincide with Thanksgiving this year.} After P's big day it's a downhill ski at breakneck speed toward Christmas and this year doesn't look like it's going to be all that different in practice. So rather than fighting the momentum, I'm going to do my level best to take a minute to breathe and share on the blog each day throughout the month of December.

The last time that I did a month-long challenge was back in 2011 and it really did motivate me to capture a snippet of my heart each day. I have zero idea what this will look like or what I will share, but for tonight, I'm just feeling like I would like a little bit of connection with the rest of the world again. So join me back here tomorrow and we'll find out together where this little journey begins.

And if you have a blog too, please, PRETTY PLEASE, join in and share a link down in the comments each day back to your site. I want to hear what's going on in your life and what is tugging on your heart. It makes me smile with you or cry with you, depending on what you share, but regardless, it makes me feel like I get to share in your life-- and I adore that.

Oh…one more thing. I decided that for a host of different reasons that I was going to restore my Lovespun Studio blog. I don't know that I will add much content (but that could change depending on whether or not I'm in a fabric-y creative mood) but if you are looking for an old post or something that I've mentioned before, you can just click over here to find it. {And it was seriously driving me crazy trying to transfer over my old photos-- so I just decided that it wasn't worth the time and effort}.

I hope that each of you had a fantastic Thanksgiving. Here's to a great week ahead!

Catching Up Post Tornado 2013

Monday, November 25, 2013

Just when I think that I'm about to turn a corner and be able to "make time" for all of those thoughts and ideas that are swimming around in my brain just waiting to get put down on paper-- BAM!-- a tornado hits.

In this case, yes, literally.

See our garage:
It got walloped. 

And while we're talking tornado damage, our kiddos' school and the neighboring middle school were damaged severely enough that there was no school last week. Starting today through the remainder of the school year, the kids are meeting at another location. A HUGE thank you to First Assembly in Lafayette for loving our Mintonye and Southwestern families and opening your hearts and your doors to us! 

I have SO MUCH MORE that is still hanging on the edge of my heart. I want to spill all the details about the Share Hope conference that I attended in DC-- my heart is still overflowing. I want to show you some photos of Peyton as Judge 2 in our local Civic Theatre's performance of Charlotte's Web. I want to talk about the holidays. I want to pull out my sewing machine {just for fun} and maybe even post a couple of fun projects. I want to blog-- because I miss it. 

But this morning I have to play catch-up from an unprecedentedly busy past 2.5 weeks. Despite it all, I'm so thankful to be sitting here even sharing this little snippet with you. I hope that your week is BLESSED and that you enjoy the time with your families and friends. Who knows, maybe I'll get so much done today that you'll hear from me again this week?


Love you all! For real. 

a big ole ball of wonderful and lame

Friday, September 20, 2013

It's been one of those days. You know the kind, right? A day when the kids push your buttons; You fling your protein shake all across the room when you shake it up because the lid wasn't snapped; You discover a leak in your "about to be carpeted" basement; and to top it all off, you have to use the plunger on a mess that you didn't EVEN make. {I could add more, fo' reals yo} Good grief. No joke, that ALL happened today.

But you know what else happened today? I spent 4 hours drinking iced tea and catching up with one of my most precious and soul-nourishing friends-- and it filled my heart. I choose to stick with a pretty tough detox and health program that I'm working right now despite not being able to choke down my dry spinach, flinging my protein shake all over the the table {and my shoes} and being so painfully sore that I couldn't even climb up my son's bunk bed ladder to tuck him in.

My day was an exercise in not allowing my circumstance to own my attitude. Tonight I'm choosing to press on, drink a huge glass of McDonald's water (um, don't knock it, there's something extra special about Mickey-D's H20, I'm tellin' ya!) and be extra thankful that I get to go to sleep in a few hours and wake up ready and waiting for a new day ahead armed with the victory that today didn't wreck me.

And friends, that's what living this life well is all about. I may have lost a few battles today, but I won the war over my flesh and over my feelings. I chose healthy over convenient. I chose extra hugs and diving into the Word with my husband and our littles instead of rushing them to bed so that I could take a breather {even though I was undoubtedly ready for some mental "down" time}. Some days I get pretty battered and bruised and I don't always come out the victor. But I am learning that each day is a fresh start and each small "win" adds up to a pretty big ball of wonderful-- even if there is a whole lot of lame thrown into the mix.

I hope that tomorrow is better. I believe it will be. But even if I get thrown a few duds, I'm going to work at winning {not trying to throw a Charlie Sheen your way either-- because I definitely don't want his kind of "winning" *shudder*}. I hope your day is awesome. Don't let a little lame throw you off your game. {Hey Jon Acuff, I think we just found our #STARTexp motto!} ;)

While You're Waiting

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

So I just posted this on Facebook:

Let me just tell you, friends,  it is TRUTH. I've spent a lot of years wandering and waiting. I was content and fulfilled in my job as a momma and wife {and I still am}. I took a go at the handmade world {halfheartedly, because I knew that I didn't want to be tied down by it-- although I couldn't explain why}. But one day the winds shifted and I felt the subtle stirring in my heart that quickened my resolve to prepare for something new blowing in. Let me just's blowing in more than I dreamed.

So if you're in that season of waiting-- maybe patiently, possibly begrudgingly, but most importantly, {hopefully} faithfully-- just remember that the wait will be worth it. Whether you are waiting for your future spouse, longing to hold a child in your arms, dreaming of a fulfilling job, or just feeling "stuck" in life, lean into the Lord while you wait. Trust him and then look for peace while you wait.

I would love to know: Is there something that you are waiting on right now? Because you don't have to wait alone. While you wait, I will pray for you.

Wrecked Again

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Just when I thought it was safe to avert my gaze for a moment, it wasn't. My soul-friend, Terrica, reminded me again that my heart is still entirely wrecked. When will I learn:
..The balance for me is learning not tostraddle the line with one foot in each reality from time to time, but rather live fully present in both, simultaneously.  It isn't either/or... via Terrica Smith
Oh sweet precious ones, I don't have the words right now while my two "babies" bounce around the room. I can't go "there" without arousing deep questions from them that would inevitably be stirred by a seemingly unprovoked sadness on my end.  Yet I need to tell you about the tears that blazed down my cheeks while I waited in the car rider pick-up line after school.

Per usual, I presumed my two-minute Facebook check to be an innocuous time-killer. How ridiculous of me. Rarely is anything innocuous to my soul lately. I read these words. Then I clicked over here* and scrolled down my cell phone to read more. As if being unexpectedly burned, I tossed aside the phone as I choked back bile. I feigned composure.  And picked the phone back up. It was too much to ingest. Only there was no turning back.

Just read. Please. If you can. Listen to Debbie's story.

Closing my eyes only means that I can't see it. It doesn't mean that they don't feel it. Let's listen with ears to hear their pain and hearts to act accordingly.

****Warning: This post contains depictions of sexual abuse. If this is a trigger for you, please sit this one out.**** 


Monday, August 19, 2013

Just sayin'. 

Kirsten Smith, Abolitionist

By now I'm sure that you've begun to catch the vision that the winds of change are blowing wild and free here on the blog and,  more specifically, in my heart. I'm still processing through all that it means for me on a daily basis, but I do know one thing with perfect clarity: I am an abolitionist.  {See #2 below}

Friends, according to the U.S. Department of Justice, human trafficking is the second fastest growing industry in the world. When human trafficking came onto my radar a few years ago, it was in the context of the slums in India and brothels in Thailand. Heartbreaking though it was, it wasn't about my daughter. Or yours. It certainly wasn't about YOU-- or me.

Only, I was wrong. It is about us. I just wouldn't know it until this last year. It's about the women that I've met personally now who have stories to tell. It's about shining a light in the darkest of places and being a voice for those who cannot speak up for themselves. It is about equipping our young ones who are safe now to make safe choices in the future. It's about providing hope, safety and care for those who didn't have anyone else to turn to. It's about leaning on Jesus so that I'm able to "not grow weary in doing good" as I "reach out to the homeless and the loveless in their plight."

Am I scared? Like one million percent! I'm scared that I'll get distracted. I'm scared of what people will think. But mostly, I'm scared that I will live a life of blissful ignorance and miss the purpose that the Lord has so clearly placed on my heart.

The web is so intricate friends. Human trafficking {specifically sex trafficking and domestic minor sex trafficking} is a multi-layer problem. Think pimps, "johns," girls, boys, drugs, alcohol, abuse, incest, poverty, celebrity, games, corrupt law enforcement, inadequate laws, insufficient funds, foster care, adoption, pornography, websites...and so it goes. Spiraling out of control.

You might begin to see the need here, even if just a bit & through hazy eyes. But there is so much to share. So much to do. If you don't want to know, I understand. Really. It's a lot to take in and it seems utterly overwhelming. But if your heart is stirring, then please contact me. If this was you, or a friend, or a niece or a student-- please don't remain silent. There is help and healing from dark places.

So for now until always, in addition to the titles of Wife, Mommy, Writer, Communicator and Creative, I've added "Abolitionist." And so it goes.

On Hard Days...

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Words don't always flow from my head to my fingers and onto this blank canvas easily. I want to over-think the prose and edit myself before it spills out into a sloppy hot mess all spattered across the Internet. But tonight I just feel like not thinking about whether every word comes out just right. Tonight...I just want to cry.

Why are some momma-days hard? Why can't my 8-year-old have an all-the-time sunshine-y attitude?  Why does my daughter insist on bouncing on the edge of counter tops like she's trying to mount a balance beam? Why do I have an incessant need to feel approval? Even just a hug and a "You've got this, Momma! Just take a deep breath and love them anyway." from someone? 

The truth is that some days are exhausting. Some days I'm just worn out from correcting them and steering them in the right direction. Thankfully, I have an amazingly supportive and invested husband on my team. {Single parents, you have my heart and prayers tonight! You are super heroes in the flesh.}

Do you ever have a season where you know that you KNOW that things are changing? To the very depth of your spirit, you feel the tilt and wobble of something wedging you ever-so-slightly off-kilter. I feel that now. Like I'm being prepared to emerge from this safe cocoon I've hibernated within as the whole and complete woman that God has lovingly allowed me to morph into. But the wiggling out of that transformative place? It's uncomfortable. It kind of hurts. It begs for commitment and dedication. It's exhausting too.

Maybe that's just where I'm at tonight. Tired-- and ready for the metamorphosis to be perfect and complete. Both overwhelmed and invigorated by the idea that very soon it might just be time to fly.  

I doubt that the "hard" tonight was really because of my little ones. More likely, it was already brewing. They just sloshed the steaming pot over a bit. 
"Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way...
Anyone who meets a testing challenge head-on and manages to stick it out is mighty fortunate. For such persons loyally in love with God, the reward is life and more life.
13-15Don’t let anyone under pressure to give in to evil say, “God is trying to trip me up.” God is impervious to evil, and puts evil in no one’s way. The temptation to give in to evil comes from us and only us. We have no one to blame but the leering, seducing flare-up of our own lust. Lust gets pregnant, and has a baby: sin! Sin grows up to adulthood, and becomes a real killer.
16-18So, my very dear friends, don’t get thrown off course. Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. The gifts are rivers of light cascading down from the Father of Light. There is nothing deceitful in God, nothing two-faced, nothing fickle. He brought us to life using the true Word, showing us off as the crown of all his creatures." James 1: 2-4; 12-18 {The Message}
There you have it. I'm percolating on this. Even on hard days, good things are about to come.

3rd Grade

Thursday, August 15, 2013

It's that time of year once again. Shoes are squeaky clean. Backpacks dot my living room floor. Coffee becomes a necessity rather than a simple luxury. School has begun. My Kindergartener and 2nd grader are now 1st and 3rd graders.

Speaking of the third grade, my third grade year was a disaster. Now I don't think that Peyton is headed in the same direction.  But while we're talking 3rd grade, do you want to hear about my experience?

My third grade year started off with a stinky ol' move from the corn fields of Indiana up to the "big city" of  Fort Wayne. My tender-hearted self was torn apart by having to say goodbye to friends that I'd known since birth. To make matters worse, apparently country schools are significantly different than city schools-- at least back in, oh...1989. Namely, I was much further advanced academically, yet had to sit and twiddle my thumbs in class because my new teacher wouldn't let me move ahead. 

Then came the migraines. The kind that made me nauseated at smells {and for some reason my mom liked to fix "mush" while I was in the midst of these episodes-- GAG! To be fair, it probably only happened once or twice-- the mush, that is-- but it obviously left quite the impression} and begged me to lie in bed in a pitch-black room while my brain clawed at my skull for relief. When the migraines subsided and I went back to school I couldn't dare join in the gym class games of dodge ball because each sudden movement reminded me that my bruised brain was still tender from the barrage of pain in the days before. I was miserable. And apparently so was my teacher. Because after much discussion at home, my parents decided that this school probably wasn't the best fit. When I told Mrs. XXX that I would be leaving, her reply was, "So, do you always get what you want?" Yikes! {Mind you, I might've felt miserable, but I was a pleaser to the nth degree, so I hadn't been voicing my feelings. What a rough thing to say to a 9-year-old}.

Off I went to Catholic school. We're not Catholic. Welcome: Strange new world part deux. No paragraph necessary. I can sum it up in three words: Drama. Drama. Drama. 3rd grade girl drama precisely. Mean girls. Ugh. Pleaser alert going off in my head at full-intensity! {Can't all girls just GET ALONG?!} 

But one thing came out of that year that I've never forgotten. In the midst of the drama, apparently I worked really hard to be a peacemaker. So much so, in fact, that the head nun called my parents one afternoon just to tell them that they noticed what I was doing and that they wouldn't be one bit surprised if I became a counselor one day. 

Fast forward 10 years to Pre-Med & Classical Studies then Corporate Communications & Political Science. Then another 5 years to being a stay-at-home mom with a few writing and communication gigs in the mix.  Add another 4 years {last year} and I'm happily sewing and adjusting to not having two kids with me all day. Which brings us to today. 

My life is changing. I can feel it. 

Maybe you've noticed all of the postings I've put on Facebook about human trafficking. Maybe you read this post. Or this one {and yes, I do realize that I still need to finish moving my pictures back over to the blog}. This injustice has captured my heart. These precious ones with no one to speak up for them, I can't bear it.  I want to use my mouth and my influence pave the way for their freedom. How can I not? 

The thing is, remember that nun I mentioned from the 3rd grade? She was right. All these years I've been waiting for the God to open my eyes and prod my heart to the right thing at the right time. Finally, when I wasn't even looking, He came knocking on my heart. I'm certain that the time is now. 

What does that mean exactly? I don't have a specific answer for you yet. You'll have to be patient with me while I do my best to figure that out. It does immediately mean that "Lovespun Studio" is no more. I still enjoy sewing as a hobby, and I don't intend to stop. I may still post a few tutorials or recommend certain fabrics or books or patterns or shops, but I won't have an Etsy shop or make things often. If I get a wild hare and make 12 infinity scarves, you'll be the first to know. Every now and then I still need that creative outlet. For that reason I will keep my Lovespun Studio FB page up and running. 

Keep watching and waiting. I have a lot to share. My heart is full and my mind is racing. From here on out, I'll be blogging here at If you wouldn't mind switching it up on your Bloglovin' or Feed Reader, I would love it. The simplicity of it all is that I need to just be me. I grow and morph and change.  Allowing my heart to pour out through my own personal avenue rather than via a brand gives me the freedom to transform with ease. Does that makes sense? I'm not the best compartmentalizer-- it's all of me or none of me most of the time. Trying to only give you a part doesn't ever end up working. Hence, let's just stick to for now. 

So here's to a new start. And you know, as terrible as 3rd grade was, I'm so thankful for those words spoken over my life. Let's see where this goes.

That Time I Sent the Kids to Camp with Hobo Sacks

Monday, July 29, 2013

Oh right. Yeah. I almost forgot. That was just 4 hours ago.

Hear me out folks. Please note that the only mention of what to bring in the Parent Handbook specifies "brown or white paper bags" for sack lunches and "a plastic bag" for your child's swimwear. So being the rule-follower that I am, what did I do? I made them put their things in Target plastic bags-- you know, a step up from Wal-Mart. {'d do it too.} I mean, if they HAD to only have plastic bags, then they might as well be semi-stylish. I might've even tied gender centric fabric around each of the handles so they could quickly distinguish their plastics bags from the others.

Anywhooo... I arrive at camp promptly at 9:45 this morning and hop out of the car only to be invisibly gut-punched by a sea of happy campers {ha! see what I did there?}-- all carrying BACKPACKS! My kids didn't really care or notice, but I felt like some schmaltzy emcee walked right up and handed me the "Mother of the Year" award for sending my children off to camp looking like Hobo Joe. I also have a suspicion that the fabric tags only added to the homely vibe.

Egad! I shall never send Peyton and Parker to camp posing as homeless hitchhikers again. Hopefully this is not a day that will be forever remembered in Smith family infamy, but I wouldn't bet on it.

I may have possibly taken the rule-following a bit too far this time. If only my sense of obedience applied to library book due dates it might just come in handy. Alas, it does not.

Tomorrow, they carry backpacks-- and I pack them an extra awesome lunch to win back some cool-points. I'll let you know if it works.

Waiting for Routine

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

I never quite realized just how much of a creature of habit I am. Not necessarily in the details of everyday, but rather in the quiet hum and flow of life in general. Summer threw me a curve-ball. You would suppose that after spending almost seven years with at least one kiddo in tow at all times, that my "normal" would revolve around the buzz of little voices filling the house. On the contrary, I've felt a little bit lost without my alone time this summer. {In much the same way that I felt "a little bit lost" when they first trotted off to school last fall.}

Having my two little "P"'s at home with me is a joy and blessing. I soak in the minutes that we spend together and am all too aware of days that slip past without so much as a wink and a nod. And my heart reels with the reality that one day I will wake up each morning with far too much time for "me."

We just pulled back in from a trip to Florida LATE Sunday night-- and the icing on the vacation cake is that my littles are sniffling and sneezing and needing an extra dose of patience and love from me while their bodies heal. In the middle of a tornado of unpacking, laundry and cleaning I'm choosing to play a board game, snuggle in for a movie, make them an extra snack. It may not be my normal, but while I'm waiting for my routine to swing back into effect, I'll gratefully enjoy the interruption.

P.S. And just because I love Disney World-- and I've been waiting anxiously to blog about it, I'm about to open the Disney blogging floodgates with some reviews and tips over the next month. Get plan a vacation. ;)

The Sweetest Mermaid Divided Tote Car Organizer

Monday, July 8, 2013

Happy Monday. Well, maybe. Kinda. Sorta. We've had a case of the MONDAY's around our house today. {Boo} Thankfully attitudes were adjusted accordingly and we seem be to sailing right along now. I hope it stays that way. Let's skip on to more fun topics, shall we?

If you're a personal Facebook friend, you know that I asked yesterday afternoon if anyone knew where I could find a backseat car organizer for our upcoming drive down to Disney. You all gave me some AWESOME ideas, but being the stubborn girl that I am, I decided to grab some fabric from my stash and make one with a little character. Thanks to you, I knew that if I failed miserably I could make an emergency call to a 31 rep or skip on over to Target.

Two hours and one amazing "Divided Basket" pattern from Noodlehead later and I'm thrilled with the results! Parker adores it, and I am making a vintage-y comic book tote for Peyton today. I'm also entirely convinced that I want a million of these throughout the house! So practical and so so cute!

Anything to make riding in the car more fun gets my vote! You know, like Xanax {not for the children}. I kid..., eh, kinda.

Have a wonderful Monday. I'll post pictures of Peyton's tote when I get that finished too. In the meantime, if you like to sew, Anna's {Noodlehead} pattern is one to have on hand. There are so many ways that you can customize this. Think baby shower gifts. A bath time fun tote. Fill it up with craft supplies. A knitting caddy. The list goes on and on and on. TO INFINITY AND BEYOND. --Sorry. Just getting into the Disney spirit there. 

End of School 2013

Friday, July 5, 2013

Let's all just pretend that today isn't July 5th, but rather May 24, 2013. I'm just looking at the glass as half-full and doing a little happy-dance that I got these pictures up on the blog less than two months after the end of the school year. Victory is mine declareth this momma! 

As for these two, they still spend the majority of their time together and hold hands when they explore something new and fun. I adore that they really are the best of friends. I know that it won't last forever {at least the hand-holding and giving each other sweet kisses on the top of their heads part}, but I'm savoring these days. 

My little pickles are headed into the 1st and 3rd grades next year. My momma heart is a smidge-bit sad, but mostly thrilled that they love school and are doing so well. 

I apologize for not having a 4th of July recap...I had such a relaxing time with my family that I failed to pull out my camera. There is one pic over in my "Instagram" feed on the sidebar, but it's just my munchkins in the hot tub out at my aunt and uncle's house. While we're talking Instagram, if you don't hang out there already, you should! Click on over and follow my adventures

The Bombshell Swimsuit: A Review

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

It's Wednesday, which around here lately has meant absolutely nothing, except that I probably wasn't going to find the time to post. But *ta-da* I'm here today and doing double duty by posting photos for "What I Wore Wednesday" {although I'm actually going to be wearing this tomorrow for the 4th} AND giving you my review on the Bombshell swimsuit pattern by Heather of Closet Case Files.

I stumbled upon this post over at Sew,Mama, Sew. Which led me here. And then I followed that little bunny trail to Closet Case Files. Boy am I glad that I clicked through all of those links because this just might be my very favorite sewing project EVER!

Swimsuit fabric has been happily hanging out in my fabric stash since I went on a little Lycra binge last summer. Unfortunately I never mustered up the courage to attempt a swimsuit-- which I had planned on doing for Missy Parker. Then I found the Bombshell and I figured that I had might as well throw caution to wind and "Go big" or "Go Home!" Right? Right.

Well, lucky for me, Heather did a super-stellar job at drafting this pattern. I was shocked at how simply it came together. And when I slipped it on, it was swimwear love. Which, come on, I'm a thirty-something momma, "swimsuit" & "love" haven't been spoken in the same sentence since I was 17. I adore the throwback vintage look and ruched details are ALWAYS flattering. My favorite thing/s about this suit is the ruching up the center back AND how the bottom comes down low and doesn't creep up {you KNOW what I mean}.

There you have it. 

I foresee many of these little bathing beauties in my future! 

Thank you, Heather, for one incredible pattern!!!

Moving from Wordpress BACK to Blogger

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Are you asking yourself, "WHAT?! WHY?! Is she CRAY-ZAY?!" You did read the title of this post correctly. I AM making the huge switch back to Blogger from Wordpress. As functional and awesome as a self-hosted Wordpress site is, I just can't quite describe how, at the same time, it was lacking something almost felt like it was lacking, That's right. I said it. COMMUNITY. I felt a little lonely in the Wordpress universe. Y

Maybe it has something to do with Google Friend Connect {which is supposedly going to dissolve one of these days anyway}, or perhaps it has to do with the fact that Blogger sites feel more like blogs rather than websites, I dunno. Either way, it's been hovering in my brain for a long time, and it just felt like perhaps it was time to follow my heart and come back home to Blogger. 

So here I am. Despite the fact that I'm going to have to manually go back through my blog and upload ALL of my photos again {insert your gasp here!}, I'm going to give this experiment a shot. We'll see how it all goes. 

I'm feeling content and simplified. I think that we can ALL agree to the merits of simplicity for the sake of sanity. 

I'm even going to break the blogging rules again and skip adding a photo this time! YIPES! You'll live, right? Yeah. Me too. See you around these parts. Bear with me while I get all "moved in." 

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