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!

Why Not Wine Corks?

I collect wine corks. I don’t know why. It just seems a pity to throw them away. Wine is meant to be enjoyed with friends over a nice meal, at a wedding, or after a long day with children. On days when my sense of humor is limping along, I can look at my bowls and vases filled with wine corks and it proves to me somehow that I really am fun. Really. I am. While I was home for the holiday I snagged a bag full of wine corks from my mother’s house. Then, while we were on our fabulous Romantic Holiday Getaway, Shirley at the front desk caught me eyeing a giant bag of corks in the kitchen and she offered for me to take them home. So, if one didn’t know me any better, I looked like I drank myself silly this Christmas judging from all the wine corks I hauled home from Florida. Before Hoarders decides to do a piece on me, I think I ought to put my wine corks to good use.

One can always count on Martha Stewart to make good use out of stray wine corks. I just love this wine cork board! Click here to learn how she does it.

The possibilities for wine cork boards are seemingly endless!

Images via 4 Eyes and Ears Etsy shop

Image via Wine Enthusiast

If wine cork boards are not your taste, here are some other creative ideas to try.

Design Sponge features these DIY wine cork coasters and trivet.

How clever. Learn how to make this wine cork bath mat by Crafty Nest.

These napkin rings would be quite the conversation piece at my next dinner party. Check out newenglandfineliving.com for more wine cork craft projects.

I’m off to work on my rosettes, but I plan to have a wine cork project completed by the weekend. I’ll keep you posted!