If I had known how fun and fabulous it was going to be to dress up my boys...I would have had 3 more. (BAHAHAHAHA. No.) But the two I do have are getting better and better at allowing my fashion taste to overtake their transformer/ninja phase. Spencer, my 4 year old is especially interested in hair gel and skinny jeans. (He is for reals is an answer to prayer).
Imagine my joy when I stumbled upon this genius slouchy beanie tutorial from Heidi and Finn - that literally takes 2 minutes to whip up. Seriously you don't even need a pattern for this (but you can use the one from the link above if you are a measurer:)
I simplified the pattern a ton. This is how I do things. Because I'm lazy, and generally speaking I only have roughly three minutes a day to myself - which I must use wisely.
The finished products turned out so adorable!
I love this lil hipster too much. If you need something fast and fun to make during your spring break try this slouchy beanie tutorial! As a bonus its completely dreary in Boise this week and these hats have been quite popular with everyone - including my daughter.
Have a lovely week on vacation. Ill be here. Not in Mexico. Not on a cruise. Not curling my hair.
And probably wearing a slouchy beanie.
Make it a pair of Ear Jackets!
I am completely obsessed with them. Basically its an earring with the majority of bling behind your ear, in a peek a boo fashion. I love this unexpected role reversal! (Also please enjoy my feathered bangs and ghost lips in the above makeup free photo. Someone needs a spray tan...)
The ear jacket is so adorable, that Julianne Moore is doing it:
Diane Kruger is doing it:
Rosamund Pike is such a fan that she even wore a pair to the Oscars this year!
My girl Jessica Alba is a fan:
And of course, if Hollywood's little darling Jennifer Lawrence is wearing them, you know its serious fashion business:
You can snag the same pair I have on here. You're welcome.
Sing it with me:
When I woke up this morning I was unfortunately, NOT kissing Valentino by a crystal blue I-tali-an stream. oh no. I was simultaneously being smothered by my husbands Canadian goose snoring and the chirp of my 3 legged cat looking for a warmer spot to sleep because apparently on TOP of my person was inadequate. I had to pry myself out of my gak encrusted down comforter and feel my way in the darkness all the way to the closet, where I put my Kate Hudson workout pants on BACKWARDS. 3 times. To my defense - it was 5 am. And the only distinguishing factor to determine the front from the back of those black leggings is a microscopic Fabletics Insignia on the left bum cheek. This particular pair of pants is tight to say the least - they fit like a second skin. Some days I count the physical act of just getting them on as my actual workout. So to apply them incorrectly more than once was both hysterical and exhausting. Every time I put them on and stood up, the back waste-band was suspiciously low, and the front was freakishly maternity-like and came up past my belly button. And then I would have to sit down, pry them off, and reapply. The only somewhat silver lining to this episode is that it gave me the genius idea of keeping diet cokes in my closet from now on....
By some miracle I made it to Pure Barre WITH my pants on the right way, and by the time we were through the warm up all of my glorious Advocare supplements were running full boil through my bloodstream. I had a pretty good workout (which just means I made it to the end without taking 3 bathroom breaks), and consequently am now unable to pry myself off my couch. Why WHY do I do this to myself????
Because I'm as hopelessly devoted to Pure Barre as Sandy was to her virtue.
Or , maybe more specifically - Im hopelessly devoted to being able to button up my jeans while eating as much Indian food as humanly possible.
In other important earth shattering news: my 3 year old honey badger has pneumonia. Which roughly translated - means he coughs spasmodically until he barfs and we run around trying to catch it in a variety of mixing bowls. He has to do nebulizer treatments which chemically equate to him snorting cocaine and literally turn him into an animal with rabies. Two days ago while on one of his energy binges he somehow got ahold of some Gak (which he calls "glue") during nap time - and managed to get it stuck in his hair and terminally smeared all over my down comforter. (You may have seen a small video snippet of this on my Instagram). He tries my patience this one.
And just for fun, my 6 year old also came down with a bug and also threw up all weekend... so I've just about lost my mind. My good friend Kristi knew I was on the verge so she dropped off mercy salads from Cafe Rio to help me endure the house arrest. I opened the door and frantically screamed "TAKE ME WITH YOU!!" and she quickly got back in her car and raced away - because I think she could tell I wasn't joking.
Happy Manic Monday folks. I wish it were Sunday.
Last Thursday a modern day miracle was performed, in my driveway, at roughly 2pm. Lazarus was raised from the dead. Water was turned into wine. Yes, my friends. I once was blind, but now I see!!!
And that is because the camper of doom that has long since been the source of constant pain and never ending patience on my part - has BEEN SOLD! Yes. It is the dawn of a new era. Perhaps, even - a time to consider the camping possibilities of the future!!
4 years ago my darling Aunt Barbara sold us her beloved Toyota Dolphin camper. It was in pristine rodent infused condition and had taken up permanent residence in the field behind her house. My husband took one peek inside the non-working yellow and orange furry interior and just knew he had to have it.
His Dad and Brother helped him get it from Burley to Boise, and it all went down hill from there. Notice that it is on a trailer...because yeah, it didn't actually run....
The camper restoration era of my life consisted of countless caffeinated nights of single parenting my 3 kids under 3, while my husband wiled away in the garage with a headlamp strapped to his head full of crazy ideas. I remember going to bed alone, and waking up alone. Even worse, I remember the INFINITE number of pretend supportive conversations I had to have about where to install a microwave, how to create a faux stainless steel finish on top of wood paneling, where the cheapest place to buy a camper toilets is, how to weld a custom grate to the tail end, and on and on and on. AND ON.
There was a blog, dedicated to his beloved camper: RV DREAM (feel free to peruse the painful memories in full detail). I started to call this little camper of doom "Gabes Mistress". He even turned the children against me, bribing them with power tools and letting them watch cartoons inside for hours while he worked away:
He also did quite a lot of the work while wearing our fat baby Benett, who was a fine little companion as long as he didnt get his scartchy hands anywhere near your face...
Looking at these pictures I can remember with total clarity just how MUCH I despised the camper!! I was drowning in postpartum craziness and my husband was spending every penny and second of every day on the remodel. I wanted to go on a cruise - NOT on a pretend homeless adventure in a 1970 tenement on wheels!!!
BUT....(and this is the part I will deny ever saying) - I totally ended up LOVING our little camper!!! It allowed some of my favorite family memories to take place, and my kids especially were completely devoted to our summertime adventures! We spend a week at RedFish Lake every summer, and I cant even imagine doing that in a tent. So I suppose, the camper was a sort of necessary evil if you will.
And now, just like that (4 years later) it is gone! We simply outgrew its tiny awesomeness and are ready to embark on a new remodel adventure! Plus I now have a xanax prescription and my youngest child is 3, so I think I can cope with the insanity!!!
2 summers ago we found a GMC motorhome called a Palm Beach - and we completely fell in love with the vintage style. Think: Gidget goes camping, and you will have an idea of its adorableness! It almost looks like the scooby doo van, or a barbie camper. And we MUST have one!
When I picture this summer and all the fashionable adventures I will surely have - this is what I envision:
And then my husband sends me this email: "Honey, I found the perfect camper and its only 9 grand!!!"
and I die a little inside.
Ill keep you posted on the next chapter of my unfortunate camper existence. Pray for another miracle!!! (as in my husband receiving the gift of common sense).