yesterday i kept H home from preschool because she was sick the majority of the weekend and her nose has remained a faucet. but we got dressed, she picked out some shoes although we were going nowhere, and asked me to put her hair up on top like mommys. we cooped up in her room and read books, did puzzles, and played store (where she used her typewriter as a register and demanded i pay her for things). every so often she would say “mommy, take a picture of me doing this” which is completely out of the norm for her. i brought up snacks and we played the morning away. sorry for the photo overload, but she was just too much.
sweater and striped tank underneath: h&m //jeggings and flats: target
last week my friend Chelsey posted the cutest paper terrarium on her blog. i’ve been seeing terrariums everywhere and am loving them all. the levi’s store in SF had HUGE amazing ones and all i could think was “i could never keep that alive”. i still want to (try to) make a few live ones, but in the meantime i had to make Chelsey’s completely impossible to kill paper one.
my apothecary jar i wanted to use was too small for the bunting and Harper wanted one for her room and she loves dinosaurs. a trip to the dollar store, some painting and arranging later, the dinosaur terra/aquarium was born and sitting on her shelf. Harper said it looks like an aquarium/fish bowl and since it’s not alive, we are calling it both. because you do what a three year tells you.
besides, a fish is the last thing i need around here. plastic dinosaurs live foreverrrrr!
bonus – this fulfills two of my must-do-soon crafts: terrarium and painted plastic animals. unfortunately, it only made me want to paint more plastic animals and create more terrariums.
i bought the moss and dinos at the dollar store, the paints i already had (but were less than 2 bucks a pop) and i picked up the fish bowl at goodwill for a dollar. Chelsey’s printout was free (if only printer ink was!) so in the realm of cheap crafts? ::insert YOU ARE HERE arrow:: in hindsight, the only thing i’d do differently is splurge (heh) on the moss and buy it at Michaels. the dollar store moss isn’t very green.
do any of you own a real live terrarium? give it to me straight – are they easy to maintain? or should i stick to neon and gold children’s figurines in a bowl – which oddly i’d be ok with?
sweater: gymboree, thrifted // jeans: gap // boots: carters, thrifted // backpack: mini harajuku for target
last friday H had preschool in the morning and we had a date with Stacy and 2 of her 3 boys to go to the children’s museum afterward. but it was just our luck that the museum was moving and therefor closed, set to reopen in it’s new location the next day. what do you do when you’ve told your 3 year old you’re going to a museum all day and then you can’t? cupcakes.
because toddlers don’t know nor care that cupcakes are totes 2006. oh and? either do their moms.
frosting is frosting. is marshmallow flavored frosting.
pretty sure that sweater is completely ruined from being slathered in chocolate frosting. if you ever need some cheering up, simply sit and watch a couple of kids (or just one if you only happen to have one handy) consume a cupcake. there is nothing not cute or happy about it. if you disagree i will fight you.
that escalated quickly! brick killed a guy with a trident!
besides, cupcakes give you muscles. or they have muscles. who knows really?
like, the heavens (or whatever) opened up, michael c. hall looked down upon me and smiled. johnny depp did a roundhouse kick while kittens licked a tattoo of a narwhal onto me as an IV drip of the most perfect americano poured into my veins.
i had my first bra fitting.
you guys. LIFE CHANGING.
those of you who have had one, or multiple even, like normal people who don’t put off things like i do, probably just threw your hands up and yelled “I KNOW RIGHT!”. those of you who are in my boat and have never had one probably just covered your boobs at the thought of having someone fit you for a bra.
i’m here to suggest demand each and every one of you run, don’t walk, your ladies into a bra fitting RIGHT MEOW.
i was one of those lucky/unlucky ones who got boobs at the age of like 9 and got to figure out how i felt about that at the same time everyone else got to figure out how they felt about that. it was terrible, awkward, and i have never had a very good relationship with my boobs because of it. i resent them for lots of reasons – they made guys oogle me, take me less seriously, and most recently, they didn’t help me feed my baby when i needed them to. they aren’t my favorite, is what i’m saying.
so i guess instead of trying to make them the best they could be, i punished them by completely ignoring what would help them kick ace. LIKE A PROPER FITTING BRA. so i bought cheap bras at target in whatever size i assumed i was.
i’ve been wearing a 38 C or D for as long as i can remember. where did i get this number? one can only guess.
so last week, i was getting my stuff packed for a very important trip where i’d be on camera a lot. i told Scot there was no way i could go do such a thing with my ladies being all sad and…well, really effing sad. so i went to nordstrom for my first ever bra fitting. at 30 years old. that is approximately 21 years of boob-life without so much as someone measuring me or telling me my cup size.
so you can imagine my surprise/horror/omgwtf-ness as my boob handler matter-of-factly told me i was a 32DDD.
::crickets::
and you can imagine her surprise/HORROR/OMGWTF-ness as i informed her that i have been wearing OH MY GOD NOT THAT SIZE for my whole life. i wasn’t sure if she was going to hit me or pass out. i can only imagine what it’s like for a boob handler to hear how terribly boobs have been mistreated and neglected. it probably hurts their heart something fierce. suddenly in my head, my boobs in a bra too large and ill fitting sadly moped across a screen while sara mcLachlan sang in the background. i had the ASPCA commercial of breast situations happening.
she couldn’t get me the right size fast enough. within minutes my sisters were holstered into the most amazing, well fitting, glorious boob holster i had ever worn. it had memory foam cups you guys. and when i heard the size of my boobs, i was terrified i’d look like some sort of adult film star with the right size bra, but NO, they looked perky and not too big at all and that is when i saw ryan gosling. and he was all “hey girl. your boobies look hot today”.
since i doubt it’s appropriate to mouth kiss a boob handler, i thanked her profusely for changing my life and promised i’d come back to her for more bras in the near future (because let’s face it, i now own ONE bra that actually fits). when i put my old bra back on to go pay and leave, i think i heard my boobs say the f word. it wasn’t until then when i realized how dire my situation had been.
i will be mortally offended if those of you who have never had a bra fitting do not heed my advice to buck up and go get one. ESPECIALLY those of you with larger sisters. your life will be altered forever. your clothes will fit differently, your boobs will look amazing and you will all around be more comfortable. please do it. for the boobies.
tips before you go: shave your armpits and pick the sales person that looks the most friendly. they don’t see everything but you are in a bra-only situation. if you’re a mom, this probably won’t even bother you as everyone and their brothers have probably seen your nipples at some point, amirite? this is actually MILD compared to pushing a crotch monkey out of your nether regions.
be prepared to be at least a little bit shocked at your actual size. i mean, i was wearing a bra SIX INCHES too big for me around the chest. and 3-4 cups sizes TOO SMALL. no wonder my boobs were BFF’s with my belly button. GET THESE TATA’S SOME SUPPORT FOR CRYING IN THE RIVER. i learned that your shoulder straps should never be at the tightest, and same with your clasps in the back. that means the whole party is too big. there is also a correct way to get into a bra that involves a little shimmy at the end so they get into place. i went to nordstrom and had a wonderful experience, but i know a lot of places do bra fittings.
ok, i’m done. i think. hope you could read the post ok over the SINGING OF MY BOOBS. they have never been so happy.
now go back and re-read taking a drink every time you see the word boob. cheers!
sweater and striped tank underneath: h&m //jeggings and flats: target
