Weekend Highlights

When I said I was giving up blogging for Lent, I had no idea that it would be this difficult. Sundays allow for what is otherwise abstained from during Lent, so I’ve been preparing a highlight post in hopes to give you a glimpse of the past week. You may want to grab a drink and a light snack. There’s no telling how long this might take. Kidding…. no seriously.

Let’s begin with a pop quiz, shall we?

Let’s just say, hypothetically speaking, you went to the market on Monday with both of your children in tow and purchased a week’s worth of groceries. As a reward for saving, oh, say $51.52 being the diligent coupon-clipping shopper that you are, you treated yourself to a six pack of your favorite adult beverage. With one child wiggling inside the baby sling and the other demanding yet another free sugar cookie meant for valued customers only, you kindly refuse the bag boy’s offer for help with loading your groceries into your vehicle because, quite frankly, you don’t want to feel obligated to give him a tip. This being your first mistake, you realize only after you’ve made it home, unloaded the car, restocked the fridge and the pantry with your carefully selected merchandise, that, sadly, you have unknowingly abandoned your prized beverage. Perhaps you were distracted by a toddler with a sweet tooth, but nevertheless, there it lies, stranded in a shopping cart miles away instead of safely tucked in the bottom shelf of your refrigerator door. Do you…

a.) Chalk it up to a “mommy moment” and promise yourself another “sugar cookie” (or six) at your next visit

b.) Take that as a sign that you should have given up alcohol instead of blogging for Lent?

or

c.) Return to the market with your receipt (sans children), explain what happened, and reclaim your orphaned refreshment

Let’s just say, you choose option “c”. You return to the market with proof of purchase, and explain to the new-hire behind the customer service desk that you’ve come to pick up your deserted brew. She makes a phone call, no doubt to someone with more power than she, and you hear her say, “No, she looks like a mom”. Gee, is it that obvious? A few moments later, a portly gentlemen with a pocket protector and a rather large set of keys appears to confirm that you do, in fact, “look like a mom” and that your story is plausible. You are cleared to enter the over-21 aisle and off you go with your drink of choice carefully stowed away in the front seat of your minivan.

A few days later, your husband leaves town. You get ambitious and decide to clean out that overstocked storage closet that could single-handedly clothe a small village in Africa. You’re feeling pretty good about doing your part– removing the excess, giving to those less fortunate, finding your center… and so on. You open the hatch back to load your minivan with the bounty of sheer benevolence, when what is that peeking out from underneath a stack of CDs and a pair of jumper cables, but the original six-pack that you supposedly abandoned at the store on Monday’s market venture.

Do you…

a.) Determine that you somehow convinced yourself you must have dreamt that Shock Top was running a Buy 1 Get 1 special.

b.) Go back to the store with an oversized tote and pray the camera doesn’t catch you re-stocking the shelf with stolen beer

c.) Consider it manna from heaven and invite some friends over for some laughs over a few drinks

{Note: When in doubt, always choose “c”}

In other news….

I was nursing Mia on Saturday afternoon when my son decided to use my arm as a crash cymbal. I told him, “No drumming on mommy”. I think he’s clever enough to figure out that I am helplessly land-locked while I’m nursing because he did not heed the warning. I said, “Salem, go to time out”… thinking, “no two year old in their right mind is going to willingly put themselves in time out, much less the smelly trash corner.” Our time out zone is the hallway leading to the back patio where we keep the smelly trash before garbage day. I try to make the point that our smelly attitudes belong in the trash. I know. God only knows how much a therapist is going to bank out of that one day. Still, without so much as a fuss…. he went! I hear him from the back of the house saying, “Don’t hit mommy”… along with “I tooted”. Gotta love boys.

My Unfinished Projects Party was a success on Saturday. I made my favorite chocolate chip cookies, and I worked on this…

After the above-mentioned “hypothetical situation” with the re-claimed six-pack, I hardly expect you to believe that I did not collect all of these wine corks by myself. This particular wine cork board is for my church to post community announcements. I’m pretty sure we are going to be the only church in the history of churches everywhere in Charlotte that has an announcement board full of wine corks, but its like I always say, “Friends don’t let friends in ministry drink…alone.” I did not complete my project, but I did, however, learn a new word from my friend Kellie of Little Nummies blog. Have you ever heard anyone use the word “natty” ? According to Webster “natty” means, “neatly or trimly smart in dress or appearance; spruce.” Perhaps Kellie and I will start a campaign to bring back in style. Will you support our word cause?

And finally, I’ve been doing a little site-snooping. Here’s what’s been happening around the web:

More fun with long hair

Some great advice from the blogging experts…

DIY silhouette art

A “natty” new magazine

Adorable country wedding photo shoot…

Stay tuned for another highlight post next Sunday! Until then… pop a cork (and send it to me), put your feet up, and surf the above sites. I know you’ll enjoy. See you next weekend!

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Chalk Talk

I am beginning to think that if you live in a house with children (or a visionary husband) you need to make good use of chalkboard paint. Granted, chalkboard painted surfaces are cropping up everywhere these days, but there’s a reason for that. Perhaps a few of these examples would prove useful around your house. I know they would in mine.

I am already visualizing my home school room even though Salem just rounded age 2! It never too early to prepare, right? I love these Erasable Labels from Martha Stewart. If Salem had his way, they would all be labeled “drum sticks”.

If you haven’t already visited Jones Design Company blog, pour yourself a cup of hot tea and brace yourself for a dose of inspiration like you’ve never seen before. In a word Emily is brilliant. I recently told her that if one could have a blog “mentor” she would be it for me. This is a wall in her home office. I could see Clark and I scribbling lyrics all over that space. Here are a couple of other examples of fun with chalkboard paint.

Image via image via Milk and Honey Home

This table by Design Sponge got my wheels spinning for this weekend’s Unfinished Projects Party. I just re-inherited a hideous cabinet that I lent to Christyn. It is an eyesore in my foyer, and I can’t stand to leave it there looking like something better suited for the Pit of Despair.

Try Benjamin Moore Studio Finish Chalkboard Paint

…or if you’re in a more colorful mood, check out Hudson Color Chalkboard Paint, and paint ’til your heart’s content!

 

For All the Foul-Mouthed Martha’s

My dear friend Stephanie Richards from Atlanta, Georgia taught me how to sew…. well, how to sew without using profanity. There’s nothing like tangled bobbin thread to make you lose your Christian witness– am I’m right? Stephanie hosts monthly “Unfinished Project” parties for all of the well-intentioned craft-ies who are expert starters, but who need a little help actually fulfilling their domestic mission. Sewers, knitters, scrap-bookers– this is a very non-discriminatory group. All are welcome and encouraged to exchange their creative ideas and suggestions. Women sitting around drinking coffee, eating chocolate and working with their hands without feeling the pressure to make dazzling conversation? I think its brilliant!! So brilliant, in fact, that I decided to channel my inner Martha Stewart and host an Unfinished Projects Party of my own last weekend.

There were only a half-dozen of us ladies, but between the knitting, quilting, and wreath making, there was not a square inch of living room space that wasn’t covered with someone’s project. I love it!

My girlfriend brought her three-year-old and she and I beaded a bracelet together using recycled necklace beads and some memory wire.

Christyn knitted this cowl by herself! It was her first knitting project, and while she was originally planning to make a scarf, she called me a few weeks ago crying about her oversized green pot holder. We used our imagination and rummaged through my jewelry box. I found this green jeweled bead attached to something with a peacock feather. Well, I don’t do peacock feathers, so again, we recycled the jewel and next thing you know, we made a cowl. What is that phrase? “Aim for the moon and fall among the stars.” Well, aim for the scarf and fall among the cowls.

The girls at my party had so much fun, they want to start holding these parties monthly. Way to go, Stephanie! You have not only helped me curtail my use of colorful expletives, but you are inspiring women across state lines to finished their craft projects. If you want to host your own Unfinished Projects Party, check out Stephanie’s blog for great tips and ideas!