Friday, December 23, 2011

Christmas Eve Eve

The presents are wrapped.
The stockings are stuffed. 
The chocolate is hot.  
The poinsettia is...still alive.
Christmas can come anytime. I'm ready.

I tried to convince Cory that we should eat our gingerbread cookies and sip our hot chocolate while streaming  a Christmas movie on Netflix. Cory thinks that Christmas movies are silly. And predictable. So we're watching a classic Bruce Lee movie instead. One could argue that a 1970's martial arts movie is just as predictable with significantly more racial and gender stereotypes, but that would get you nowhere. Trust me.

Next week is going to be filled with sister talks, family projects, and playtime with my very, very cute little niece and nephew. That only gives me 2.5 days to beat this nasty cold. And fold all the laundry.

Merry Christmas!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Off the Wagon

The space above our bed has been empty for some now. Nothing ever felt right there. Well, I liked a few things, but someone else had other opinions. And when I say "opinions" I mean "irrational certainty that anything hanging on the wall above his head would fall off and kill him in his sleep." Just so we're clear. 

So, I needed to find something we both liked. Something pretty yet still light enough that it would pose no real threat. When I saw the yarn wrapped letters all over pinterest, I knew that's what I wanted. I already had the letters "L" and "C" from our engagement photoshoot, so I just needed an ampersand. I couldn't find one. I settled for a big giant A to make a monogram but...I really wanted that ampersand.

Yesterday, while on an extreme thrift shopping bender (Seriously. It was bad.) I FOUND one at Goodwill!! It was just sitting there! The elusive &. I totally bought that bad boy, wrapped in yarn, and hung it up there. It makes me so happy.

Also, can I just say that it made Cory's day when one of the letters fell off and hit my head right after I hung them up. Vindication, my friends.

Want to see my other loot? I love thirfting. Sometimes I don't buy anything. The thrill of the hunt is enough. But other times it's just like Christmas. And you've got to strike while the iron is hot. And grab that junk up before anyone else can take it from you. Things get intense.

I went to a few different thrift stores, and even drove out to the boonies to hit up this lady's "collectibles sale". Classier than a garage sale, but not as intense as an estate sale. Just a lady with a bunch of fancy junk who needed more room in her house. Living the dream.

Far left, spectacular cross stitch. Its almost so ugly that it is adorable. And its really going to make future vintage nursery awesome. You know, for that baby I don't have...don't judge me.

My second favorite find of the day was this picnic basket. It didn't come with the dishes, but the ones we got in a plastic picnic cooler for our wedding fit in perfectly. I love it when that happens.

This chair is my number one, most favorite find ever.

 Its my new desk chair. I talked the collectibles sale lady into selling it to me.

And yes, mustard yellow is my favorite color these days.

Oh, speaking of chairs, remember my post about the chairs we recovered over Labor day weekend? I finally posted the after pictures to Pile o' Craft. Click here to check it out.

But anyway, time to get back on that save money, buy stuff only for other people wagon. I had been doing pretty well for a while. I think I feel a "No Spend January" coming up.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

I'm so ready

Ah, December.

Our stalwart little Senor NutCracker is here to stay for a few weeks. 

Check out those pearly whites.
I love how full and cozy Christmas decorations make a house. Our Christmas monkeys from last year are up in the trees too. I missed them these past eleven months.

In other news, I brought home some homemade cinnamon rolls leftover after our Relief Society Activity yesterday. I had three. One for Cory, one for Tanya, and one for Jesse. At least that was my intention.

Sorry Jesse and Tanya. Those suckers were so good. They didn't even last long enough for a photo op, much less out the door and over to their rightful owners. I blame Cory, although, I admit, it didn't take very much convincing.

 I'll make you a whole plate, I promise. Just as soon as my Kitchen Aid is repaired (It BROKE. I know. I'll let you know how it goes with customer service tomorrow. Fingers crossed for an easy resolution).

I'm so ready for Christmas to be here already. That is for suuuure.