Or alternately titled, the day I did NOT get my tonsils out.
Valentine’s This Year February 14, 2010
My oldest made his hands into a heart and I took a shot with my iphone. I used the lo-mob app to give it the vintage photo look and then picniked the message. For today’s purpose, I blurred out my eldest son’s name in the bottom right corner We printed these up and he handed (ba dum cha) them out, easy peasy.
My youngest wanted his face on the body of a bear for his Valentine this year but I had neither the talent nor the time (next year my little bear, next year…) so we went with a photo taken last year of my little guy in his big brother’s Kindergarten Valentine hat and Valentine sucker. I really like the way it turned out.
I used Picknik on this one as well. Both to color isolate the pop and to write the message. That little toddler pudge of hand is melting my non-sugar heart.
Hope you are all enjoying this Valentine’s day. I went to bed with a stomach bug (geeeeze) and am just now crawling out of the bed. Bed —-> blog.
I did get a lovely handmade card from my love and a beautiful 3-D glass star to light up and hang on the porch. I am grateful to be the mom of 2 sweet and funny boys and the partner to an amazing love.
Lucky me.
I’m in the Mood to Brag February 13, 2010
It’s been written about before, by myself and more eloquently by others, but thrifting is a modern day treasure hunt. People either have the hunger or they don’t, more scores for the rest of us! A few weeks ago I scored big. I was in line to pay for a couple of vintage children’s books at the Good Will when a woman dropped off a couple of big blue boxes.
The boxes looked beat to hell but what was inside was unused.
I imagine she got them as a wedding present and they had been sitting in her basement for ages. The biggest box contained 4 column candlesticks.
I paid $9.99 for them. SHAZAM.
I have not added candles yet (or taken off the blue paper on 2 of them, tacky!) but slapped them up on the mantel as a trophy, like the head of a beast.
The other box contained a set of hand-blown champagne flutes. Also unused and nestled safely in their original box. I paid $4.99 for those.
The woman who dropped them off was still there as I snatched them up and appeared horrified at the price I paid. She kept saying, “They are Tiffany!” “Stop thrift blocking, Lady!”. I wanted to say but did not want to antagonize her. I tried not to make eye contact and scurried out with my spoils as quickly as possible but I could sense that it may have been her last thrift donation. Pleased as punch I got to be her send off!
Do I like crystal? Not really. I had some non-Tiffany sitting in my basement for years up until our move last summer. It was over cut and not my style at all. Would I have looked twice at the candlesticks had they not been Tiffany? Maybe not. I am not ashamed to say that I am caught up in the wonder of the blue box just a little bit. Not enough to buy anything at retail but thrifted? You bet.
Plus they really are elegant and just calling out for me to rustle up a dinner party…
Paper Dolls for Boys 