Lots of things have happened between my last post and now but rather than try to smush all of my life events into a rushed paragraph, let's talk about crocheting stuff.
I've never been much for crafty activities. I like painting and drawing and ceramics. I'm an artistically inclined person but I just don't like crafts such as scrapbooking, modge podge and taking tiny beads and stringing them together to form jewelry. I feel like most of the female people I talk to on any given day like at least one craft related activity that has never even flickered a speck of interest in me. But the one thing that makes me even mildly interested in crochet is I love random character/critter themed knitwear and so do my kids. Not that I would wear a pig shaped hat but my kids think it's hilarious and amazing. Plus for some reason people all around me seem to be doing it and I'm starting to wonder what's so great about it. A SAHM down the street sells her crochet good…
Jenny's wedding was today. I bought her present Thursday so you can imagine how "out of the blue" it felt to me even though I knew it was coming.
I must be acting like a chicken with her head cut off or something.
I wanted to get 'em something "good" but even after weeks and weeks and weeks of thinking about it I still ran into a brick wall so I settled for simply buying off registry. After all, that's the reason why it's there; to make people's lives easier when you just don't know what they'd like. If they shot their registry gun at it one can only hope they'd like it.
Waking up early was the worst part of it. Not that we got stuck in traffic. Not even that it was all that bad outside...just that it was way too early for any of our liking. We had to be down in the 203 in time to pick up Emily and still get to the 10am wedding at a church I've never been to and when you're used to waking up at around 10am on a normal Satu…
Latisse applied to one's eyebrows will help sparse eyebrows grow back in after years of overplucking in the 90's.
Is your mind as blown as mine?!
I was not allowed to overpluck my eyebrows by my mother (who was in charge of such complicated things for teenage me who was too confused and inexperienced to be trusted with such tasks) plus the caterpillars that grew on my face were painful enough to manage without the agony of ripping several hundred more hairs into those surprised rainbows that Kate Moss made so popular. However, many people in my generation are left with sparse eyebrows because eventually your follicles rebel and stop growing back.
I was a super hairy teenager. I look back and wonder what the big deal was since I spend all of five seconds maintaining my eyebrows now but at the time I spent a long time taking deep breathes trying to manage the excruciating pain of those hairs being ripped out and my eyes watering in agony. Truly it felt l…