Posted on | June 25, 2010 | 30 Comments
a trip to goodwill is like a drug for me. searching through the shelves for treasures is thrilling, and there are moments when i actually ALMOST understand those people on Hoarders. almost. but don’t go calling a&e or go looking for flatcats at MY house. the best part about thrifting is that it’s, well, thrifty. and if you have the time and patience, you can find some amazing things. just be sure to bring hand sanitizer and try to mouth breathe if at all possible.
today i took a trip to our nearest gw on a whim and i found some rad shtuff. this KICK ACE frame was a whopping 99 cents. at first i picked it up and then put it back because it didn’t have glass. STUPID. who needs glass? i came home and during naptime, put different patterned papers in it that i already had. 99 cents later, new art for the guest bath.
my newest obsession is milk glass. we really need to get a house so i can have room to get me a nice big hutch so i can really go bat poop crazy on this stuff. today i found this really pretty bowl and 2 cute vases. yes, i did at one time pay money for fake plastic lemons. thanks for asking.
(placemat from target. the lemons, too.)
since the nugget was still sleeping and i was on a crafty/organizing binge (see, not a hoarder!), i decided to finally finish my wine cork board that had literally sitting on our dining room table for months (crap. i’m NOT a hoarder!). you too can make a wine cork board. first step, drink wine. like, a lot. NOT all at one time because the one i made is roughly one square foot and it took over 100 corks and you could really hurt yourself or embarrass yourself or even possibly buy something you don’t need like this puppet from the bloggess. either save your corks for a really long time, like i did, or buy some on ebay (i’m serious). anywho, i found this frame thingy at goodwill a few months back. i could tell by looking at it that it used to be a wooden calendar of some sorts. i painted it brown, and got a piece of chalk board for the top. if i were to do it again, i’d paint it with a white crackly antique-y. i may still do that.
any quotes that you have that is better than EAT are welcomed. ’cause LAME.
you can really do this with lot’s of old frames. all i did was use hot glue to attach the corks in a herringbone pattern. be sure to only use actual cork ones. the plastic-y ones aren’t so easy to stick pushpins into, and in my opinion it doesn’t look as good (although i suppose my opinion doesn’t really matter when it comes to your kitchen). if you have any other questions, leave them in the comments and i can answer them.
well friends, i hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
Posted on | June 24, 2010 | 85 Comments
oh friends, i am really excited about this one. today’s review and giveaway comes to you courtesy of Erika over at Bird E Studios, who was the first ever real-life, in the flesh sponsor of the Haps! Erika is easily one of the sweetest people i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and her creations are just lovely and fun.
her dog collars are made from the cutest prints and are totally affordable. she also makes fun little pouches you can use for make-up, baby stuff to throw in the diaper bag, etc. she even made me this amazing bag as a thank you gift (a doggie boutique clicked on her ad here and is now going to carry her collars! blog ads do work!) and word on the street (as in, an email she sent to me) is that she will eventually be making them for her shop. it’s clearly very well made, sturdy and has tons of pockets on the inside. i absolutely love it and it’s going to be perfect for my trip to new york.
ever since the H monster was born, stella & lulu admittedly get less attention in the way of us buying them fancy collars and leashes. i used to swoop up every cute new collar i saw for them, but that money goes to diapers or something cute for Harper now. getting these collars from Erika for the pups was such a treat for them, and for me because they look so darn cute on them.
Erika has offered to give away one dog collar or one zipper pouch (winners choice!) to one lucky reader of the Haps. to enter, just head on over to Bird E Studios and then leave a comment here on your favorite item or pattern (they’re all so cute and pretty). for an extra entry, follow Erika on twitter (then leave a comment here saying you did so). she is a really fun and sweet girl whom i love to tweet with daily and i’m sure you will, too!
entries will be open until Thursday July 1st and the winner will be announced Friday July 2nd.
good luck friends!
Posted on | June 23, 2010 | 22 Comments
bumps. bruises. scratches. goose eggs. scrapes. ::shudder:: blood.
all words i have to become familiar with now that i am the proud owner of a real live, in the flesh toddler. if i may say so, babies go way too quickly from being fat cute little lumps to mobile munchkins scaring the holy heck out of us. i signed up for a baby. not this little monster who gives me small heart attacks and terrible visions of what could have just happened if she hadn’t caught her footing right by that table.
with summer upon us (some days) and the kiddo wearing shorts and tanks and sandals, the skin to clothing ratio is off, thus creating a lot of opportunity for the aforementioned words to happen. last night she tripped 2 times and scratched her legs right up. it makes me think back on what a HOT MESS of a child i was.
at 10 months i hit my chin on the coffee table, sending my 2 new bottom teeth right through mah tongue (i still have the scar). about a year or so later while my mama and i were shopping at JC Penny, i decided it would be a swell idea whilst playing under the clothes racks, to stick my thumb into one of the metal holes in said rack. guess what happens when you pull your stubby little 2 year old thumb OUT of a jagged metal hole not meant for thumbs? oh yeah, it tries to rip your thumb right off. 7 stitches.
like most kids of the 80′s, i spent the majority of my childhood outside. looking back, i was a tom boy, always riding my bike, playing with the neighbor boys and their micromachines, building tree forts and just plain getting dirty. all of which involved getting hurt. a lot. i was a maniac on my bike and wish i still had the stamina and skillz i used to have (instead i pull muscles getting cereal. getting old is a witch). i think i was 6 when i flipped right over the handle bars and introduced my face to the pavement. i remember sitting up, feeling my front tooth with my tongue and it was bent backwards to the roof of my mouth. trip to the dentist to remove it and i was back on my way.
was anyone else KICK ACE on the bars on the playground? well I WAS. i thought i was a modern day nadia comaneci on those bad boys and i could spin for minutes without breaking a sweat or falling off. except that one time. belly flops onto gravel? not so much the awesome. two bloody lips and my first experience of having the wind knocked out of me (i LITERALLY thought i was dying and my dreams of marrying fred savage and living the life my most recent M.A.S.H session would never play out).
one evening when i was about 8, i went on a bike ride with my friend monica and her dad along a trail by our house (seriously remember when we would just ride bikes? do kids still do this? i hope so). somehow or another, i knicked my knee on the part where the chain goes around (do not ask me how, i still have no clue). it hurt SO bad and i remember trying so hard not to cry because for some reason i was really embarrassed (probably because monica was a year older than me and really cool). i felt the tears coming down my cheeks as i tried to soldier on, but monica’s dad noticed and asked me what was wrong. i told him i got a bug in my eye. luckily my super amazing and very appropriate-for-riding-bikes dress and white tights ensemble told a different story. white tights + blood = probably not a bug in your eye. i had cut the crap out of my knee and had to be taken to urgent care to get stitches.
i never broke a bone as a kid (saved that for my epic car accident when i was 21 – lighting bolt shaped collarbone up in this piece) but i had my share of close calls. i think of all the things in store for Harper and i can only hope she escapes from childhood mildly unscathed. however i’m not an idiot – she’s a KID – and things are going to happen. i just hope i have the wherewithal to get through them gracefully and with out running down the street screaming “A SIDEWALK TRIED TO MURDER MY BABYYYY!”. i really need to work on that, because she is falling, tripping, bonking her head and scratching her knees on the daily it seems. the thing is? she is tough. she rarely cries, sometimes she even laughs (hilarious, you just almost ate concrete,) and she always, always looks to me first to see if she’s hurt. it’s really hard sometimes to say “you’re ok!” when inside i’m not. but i say it, and she toddles off on her merry way, totally unphased.
resilient little suckers, those kids.
Posted on | June 22, 2010 | 25 Comments
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