I'll be in and out this week...mostly out I'm thinking. I'm taking the week off work and I want to spend every.single.possible.second with my baby girl. I promise I'll be hopping around when I get a minute or two!
xoxo
My tree has evolved over the years to the point where all of the ornaments have been made or been given to us as gifts...sometimes both! Here are a few of my favorites:
Photo courtesy of Lori, of In Pursuit of Martha Points.
For more beautiful shots and the story behind this ornament,
see her wonderful post from yesterday, Generations.
Result:
Nicole had discovered the ornament in the bottom of a box of used Christmas cards she scored at a yard sale. Why someone was selling used Christmas cards she had no idea. But she was a mad crafter and felt certain she could make a wreath or a photo album or a pterodactyl out of them.
She loved the ornament. It was festive and elegant and completely unique. Nicole decided to put it front and center on her tree. A real place of pride. And to make certain that no one missed it she decided to only use smaller, gold bulbs on the rest of the tree. It was clearly the focal point.
As a result, everyone who saw her tree immediately asked about her special new ornament. And every time she had a different story for it. One time it was a replica of an ornament on the Queen's tree. Another time it was an actual ornament from Prince's tree. He had gotten rid of it because it wasn't sparkly enough, of course.
Eventually her friends and family started to talk to each other about Nicole's ornament. Wasn't it amazing that the Pope had blessed it? Can you believe that it was on the tree in the movie Christmas Story? Did you know that Andy Warhol designed ornaments, and how had Nicole gotten her hands on one of them!?
Once the secret was out, everyone who visited the house wrote down their version of the ornament story. And the day after Christmas they would all get together and read the stories aloud. The person with the winning story got to take the ornament for their tree the following year. It was Nicole's favorite tradition ever.
********Throw a quick vote my way?
What are those, you ask? Well those GORGEOUS bobbies in my frizzy, rat's nest would be from my bloggy buddy Leah. Just saying...Pie helped with the styling which explains some of the nest-y-ness.
Anysidenote, back to the good stuff. My friend Leah has an Etsy shop and sells these lovelies. And headbands, and pins, and kids clips (Pie has a set and they are adorable!!) So much good stuff and all at really good prices. Stockings stuffers anyone?
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Ah, love. Lots has been written about our favorite emotion. It IS our favorite, right? Unless it's gone bad. But that's a different prompt. Or is it. You tell us!
This week's prompt: Write a short first-person story about your first love, or write a short fiction piece about a character's first love.
RESULT: (I struggled with the first person. I'm sure you'll see how disjointed it is.)
I am done with love, Caroline thought. My days thinking that true love is possible are over. Everywhere I look happy couples are holding hands and kissing. They are flaunting their love. It is disgusting. True love, shmoo love.
I grew up thinking that true love was possible, but He changed all that. He who will not be discussed. Well, He who will not be discussed too much anyway. He who deserves a solid and vicious junk punching by passing street thugs. He who...I am still madly in love with...dammit.
I fell for Brady hard. He was so charming and handsome. I had all the fireworks, butterflies and dreams of a big rock on my finger. Turns out Brady was the big rock. And he was dragging me down. He was the laziest moocher I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. Little did I know, he was so much worse than your average moocher.
After wooing me for all he was worth, he took me for all I was worth. And then he disappeared. My bank account was empty and so was my utensil drawer. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why he took my good forks. But 3 months later when I saw a familiar, handsome face on America's Most Wanted being called the Sterling Stud it started to make a little more sense.
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Barring, of course, the wish for more wishes these are my current top three. In ascending order of want-y-ness.
3) Perfect skin. I have more issues with my skin now than I did during puberty. It gets old really quickly to be in the anti-acne section as someone in their 30s and be reaching over the 13 year old for the Clean and Clear.
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2) A body like this one, that I neither have to work for, nor work at keeping. One where no exercise or dieting is required and it always looks kick ass.
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