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Sunday, June 25, 2017

Vix, Obama and Quicksand

At five this morning, Cedar began to cry for her early morning milk. I tried to ignore her but she persisted and I gave in. When I got back to bed I struggled to go back to sleep (just like almost every day). I finally fell back asleep over an hour later and dreamed that I was driving around with a bunch of women I didn't recognize. We stopped at a house that had been converted into a vintage shop. I didn't know the store owner either and as the dream went on, she began to morph into blogger Vix.

Vix had a Jeep that was stuck in the mud outside her house/store and I was deeply concerned about this for some strange reason. Like worried sick. She was very lackadaisical about it and every time I looked,  her vehicle had sank lower and lower into the ground. Gasp! That's no ordinary mud!
That's quicksand!

"Vix, that's quicksand. You need to get your Jeep out of there."
"Meh," she shrugged.
I looked again and the Jeep had sank so far that only the roof was visible. Vix smiled and walked away. I stopped panicking. I no longer cared about her sinking Jeep because she didn't care. I had nothing to stress about if she had nothing to stress about. (That's not how life works by the way).

Later, on the side porch of her house/shop, former US president Barack Obama pulls up in a silver Mercedes and walks onto the porch. He wore a dark green polo shirt, blue jeans and something on his head that transformed between an Easter egg bobble headband and something else I don't remember - perhaps a jester hat?

 He and Vix begin chatting like old friends. Desperate to have a special moment with Mr. Obama as well,  I began to tell him the story of Vix's sinking Jeep. He wasn't interested and didn't find it funny. I think he was high? I then tried to give him a complicated urban handshake: "shake, dap, bump, shake, twiddle thumbs, bump, finger guns, dap dap"... that kind of jive handshake but I failed so miserably at it that I forced myself to wake up.

The end.

What I wore:
Ombre dress -  handmedown Earthbound Trading company (looks like a nightgown)
Shawl jacket thingy (aaaaagain) - Walmart
Sun glasses - Ross Dress for Less
Silver necklace - Walmart
Jewelry - Various thrift stores and clearance bins.

River wore a new (to us) aloha shirt from the online consignment shop, Swap, handmedown khakis and Family Dollar shoes.

Cedar wore a tunic and leggings set that's been sitting in the closet for over a year waiting for her to grow into it... but it's still too big. Husband dressed her, I had no idea it was so big and didn't have time to take it in anyways. Pink sandals, proudly from the Dollar General.

Dang, I'm cheap frugal.

Door mat- from the Dollar General, praying to be put out of it's misery.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

dreamy face

I think I've worn this before, but this is a shawl vest thingy I ordered from Earthbound Trading Co.'s clearance online (those prices get stupid cheap!). I didn't realize how much it looks like a throw rug until I posed like that.  I think it used to be a rug at some point. It's awfully thick.
But it's not a rug.
Ok, it might be a rug.

Ok, well it's breakfast time for me. Yeah, it's 11:21am. It's brunchfast time?
Gotta go eat and be cute and stuff.
See ya laters.

Monday, June 5, 2017

let's get clean

Sorry for the super inconsistencies in posting and blog reading. I've got too many projects going on right now and kids and a home and a husband and stuff... 

Aaaaaanywhoooo. Sunday, I wore this dress I bought from Ross Dress for Less for Easter. Because Easter was during a uh, .. ahem...  special week... wearing white was entirely out of the question. I put the dress to the side on a pile stuff beside my bed and forgot all about it.

But here it is now!
The dress is pretty darn gauzy and I had to wear a black cotton spaghetti strap tank under it because my leopard print bra still showed through with a white satin camisole. 
I had to wear my dreaded half slip, even though the dress has an underskirt because my electric blue panties were showing through. After all that, you could still see hints of blue through the skirt and Hollie doesn't do neutral undies so I just had to shrug it off and hope no one noticed.

Aaaaand... my girdle is an Asian 3X which means it fits like a medium and it is TIGHT.
Dadgummit that's how I like it. What's the point of wearing a tummy tucker if you can't feel your organs being displaced?

But I couldn't bend over to buckle my sandals so I slipped on some silver $1 Old Navy flip flops and went on my way. Flip flops to church? A church that's not in Hawaii?
Nah, not really. Nowhere in the bible does it read, "thou shalt not wear rubber shoes to church" but here in the South (especially if you're black... blame tradition) you dress your VERY best to church. Sometimes hats, gloves, matching shoe/purse combos and all.
Flip flops are my lazy shoes and I could hear my mother in my head hollering at me to go change my shoes, "You are NOT wearing flip flops to church! Go put on some REAL shoes! Take some pride in yourself!"

Man it feels, good to be so naughty.

Aaaand here's a new necklace I got from eBay. It's has two layers and the bottom pendant is a mirror.   Look closely, you can see the grey sky in it. I'm also slightly obsessed with this nail polish color. It's called "moody" and I hate that so much. It's not freaking moody. It's cheerful as eff. I want a job naming nail polish colors! How cool would that be? 
Here's the pic of the necklace from eBay since I didn't get a good closeup of all the purty details.

Oh yeah! I'm doing a giveaway for one of my magic wrap skirt thingies over at my other blawg.
Go enter to win stuff.


Sunday, May 21, 2017

Moo Blue

I wasn't trying to mean mug in this pic. Husband started taking photos before I was ready.

I don't talk much about my kids or parenting on here but I gotta share this parenting horror story (in between outfit photos, of course):

At church this morning Cedar started crying about something and Husband took her out to quiet her down. River freaked out that his daddy left and followed after him and I let him, trusting he would just go find him standing right at the door.
Cedar comes back in running and giggling aaaaall the way down the aisle to the pulpit with River chasing after her to stop her and Husband chasing after him.

So all four of us had to do the walk of shame back down the aisle and out of the sanctuary where both children began to cry uncontrollably. 

We calmed them down and every time we tried to go back in River would begin to SCREAM bloody murder.  Not crying. SCREAMING. This happened about four times.

The final straw was when Husband got up to help with communion and River lost his dadgummed mind and started SCREAMING some more.

 I gave up and took him into a side room, where I closed the door, looked out the window and began to cry from pure frustration.... AND I ruined my makeup.
It looked really good too. :( 

What was wrong with my kids this morning?

Heck, I dunno. Whatever is was, perhaps I should have called for a young priest and an old priest and about a gallon of holy water.

Anyways, I'm wearing another sari wrap skirt. I loooooove them. This time I went sans underslip and made sure to stay out of the wind. I was in a bit of a hurry to get these pics and had to wrap it up early because my son was inside the truck KICKING THE WINDOW (seriously WTF is wrong with my kid?!). 

The details we didn't get to capture are:
The pretty pattern of my robe jacket kimono thingy (found at Walmart!).
The eyelets and crochet details of my blouse (hand me down).
My awesome necklace (Walmart too!) and the stunning trim on the skirt.
Use your imagination? Zoom in??

Cedar is wearing a new-to-her dress recently thrifted by her granny, a hand-me-down cardigan, a hair clip I made from my old Etsy stock long before she was born and a wooden cow brooch I got for $0.25 at a local vintage shop. Her daddy put it on her <3 . Barely seen, her little yellow bloomers (diaper cover) were handmade by her granny and have pink dragonflies on them. Werk it! 

Kinda weird, the placement of those circles. I just noticed that. Now I can't unsee it.
Oh, well. 

Was your Sunday morning better or worse than mine?

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

fleas in my wine

Yesterday was me and the husband's 7th wedding anniversary so this weekend we mini-celebrated by doing a little thrifting, hitting up a wine festival and then having some crawfish at his sister's.

We brought the kiddo with us since it was a rather casual outing.
First, we hit up a sidewalk sale going on outside a giant flea market. It was pretty lame. The advertisements promised vendors, food trucks, door prizes and cupcakes but, meh. Maybe the cupcakes and prizes were indoors because all we saw were a handful of vendors with unmarked overpriced stuff and a sno-cone truck. 

Visiting the sale wasn't a total waste. I got to play with a lasso, bought some good quality bongos for $12 and got to watch a lady making a rag rug.

Moving on the the wine festival...

This guy above gets the "best dressed" award from me and he gets bonus points for matching one of the vendors.

The husband was super cranky from some severe allergy issues he was having and wasn't doing a good job of concealing his grumpiness. We had a bizarre and unnecessary argument in the car about parking before the festival so my mood was a little funky. I didn't really get to take my time and enjoy the festival the way I wanted to. I was hoping to make a day of it but I think we were there maybe an hour before we moved on. We didn't even go into the wine garden.

The festival was decent though. Good music, good food and all that but it had same vendors as the two years before.  Not a major complaint - it just would have been nice to see something different.

Given my husband's mood, asking for pics was a rather unpleasant experience but, oh well. 
I got the pics, didn't I?

Wrapping up the evening with crawfish at my sister-in-law's place.

10-lbs of crawfish for all of us was nowhere close to being enough to fill up on, but it was so spicy there's was no way I could have even taken in more without my lips catching on fire.
Our eyes and noses were watering from the spices but boy, oh, boy it was yummy.

In case you're not familiar with it; gathering around and sharing crawfish with friends and family is a Southern tradition that promotes fellowship, happiness, beer consumption, spicy gluttony and food comas.

{Popsicle faces}

We wrapped up the night with popsicles for the kids, mosquitoes and beer. 
The end!

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Faire thee well and all that jazz

Last weekend, me and the fam traveled to Kilgore, TX to visit Avalon Faire.
Even though the forecast only predicted cloudy skies and cool temperatures, as we got closer to the faire, the forecast rapidly began to change. When we got to the faire, it began to thunder a lightning a little so we left to wait out the storm at a nearby barbecue joint. 

Service was outrageously slow, the menu and ordering process was horribly confusing and the three ladies in line in front of me talked about me as if I were deaf. Instead of  complimenting me or asking for a photo like most decent humans do, they preceded to carry on a convo about me as I just stood and smiled at them wondering if they were ever going to talk to me directly.

We left before even placing our order.
Bad vibes.

When we got back to the fairgrounds, it seemed as if the storm was moving away so we got out to put the rest of our garb on. 
DUMP! Here comes the rain.
We sat in the car and waited. 
The husband was talking of leaving but I was having no such thing.

When the rain let up I begged the ticket-taker to give us a rainy-day discount since we might have to turn around and leave at any minute and she did.

The canopy we put of over the kid's wagon broke and then the wagon broke shortly after that so we bought a couple nylon parasols. The parasols weren't waterproof but much better than rice paper! The kids did amazingly well considering this was their first festival sans containment of some sort.

And all of this to say:
It was raining off and on so I left my camera in the car and took bad photos with my phone.
The end!

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

yellow belly

It's my 32nd birthday today.
I don't have anything special or funny to say about that. It's just a fact.
I'm 32 today.
I treated myself to a giant massive cheeseburger for lunch and now all I want to do is drink a beer and take a nap. Meh, can't do that, though. I got two kids to keep alive so maybe daddy will let me take a little naparooni when he gets home.
I think I deserve it.
Here are some pics from Easter Sunday.


Cedar is sporting her first blogger freebie: a fair trade, handmade dress from Ghana provided by Wild Dill (see her "modeling" here at Wild Dill). River is wearing a proper preppy outfit fresh from Ross Dress for Less for $11.99. 

Dad's new Easter shirt is also from Ross and I'm wearing another silky sari magic wrap skirt and hand-me-down top. I wasn't a fan of my outfit, I put it together to coordinate with Cedar's outfit but we didn't even take family pics, so oh well!

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