someone get some mascara on that girl!

so sorry to have left you hanging in suspense about my hair... although it's still a tad wet-ish (because i don't actually have to DO IT!!!), this is basically what it looks like.  there are a few unruly hairs who do their own thing around my temples, but i've come to embrace them and not try to blow dry them out or flat-iron them.  as if that would actually work.  i think i'm a short-haired person at heart, and like my mom said, it was only a matter of time until i had it again.  i am completely in love with it, and hope that i don't get tired of it too quickly.

this is the best i could do for before: christmas 2009

(loving the look on finn's face, by the way)

i'm blaming the mustard walls of my office on the fact that i'm sooo washed out.

really, i'm just that washed out...

i think i can, i think i can...

so it turns out i didn't really need to be giving myself any sort of pep talk or psyching myself out to make these, they were kind of a piece of cake.  just a little bit, i wish i would have found a pattern that didn't really end up looking like pajama pants.  but they needed to be easy enough that i didn't give up halfway through and end up buying $40 or $50 pants (x2) when all i spent on these was a mere $10!  i think that might have been a run-on...  

i used a pattern from oliver + s (which, add it to the list, is another reason i need to have a girl someday), and i was freaked out because the top that comes with these pants is really involved.  turns out the pants are not. at all.  i did these in a couple of hours, so i'm sure an expert could bang them out over breakfast.  my apologies for the crappy photo, and i will eventually have some on the models.  in the sand.  with no shoes on... i can hardly wait!

sneak peek

super chic invitations i'm working on...  can i call them chic if i designed them?

rugrat.

a new piece of art

so excited to have purchased our first "commissioned" piece of art.  we fell in love with it at the prairie village art fair a few months ago, and saved up to have them do a custom piece for the space above our fireplace.  she delivered (and helped install) it a couple of weeks ago and we love it.  it's handmade paper that's molded over river rocks, then sprayed with handmade dyes.  although it's so cheesy, it's the perfect combination of bryan and me.  paper + nature = awwwww. (vomit)
                                         

hair dilemma

i'm getting my hair cut tomorrow.  this usually isn't such a big deal to normal people, but i don't think i've ever gone two consecutive times and gotten the same cut.  ever.  unless i'm growing it out, which you'll find out shortly i'm no good at.  i think because i have a color that i've been told countless times is exactly what someone's been trying to get out of a bottle for 20 years, i've never colored it, so i get antsy for change in the cut.  for the first time in my life since high school, my hair is the longest it's been.  and it's really not that long.  chock it up to having no time and needing to be able to get it out of my face easily.  i've had short hair (i mean so short i had a derogatory nickname that rhymed with spike- awful), and it was SO easy, which is why i'm tempted to go there again.  not to the name-calling, but the less than five minutes hair-do.  but there's this wedding.  in a little less than a month.  and i always felt like i couldn't rock the short hair while trying to dress up... probably completely irrational, but how i felt, nonetheless.  however, i'm not in the wedding, so it's not like i need an up-do.  help!  i have a few pictures to take tomorrow - weigh in, will you?

this, but maybe not so messy...

oh and yes, i always have this look on my face. 

 kind of the same, but shorter

might end up looking kind of funky if i don't have the right texture

like mother, like son... i guess

you know those stories parents tell, the ones that always have you rolling your eyes, denying it ever happened?  well, i don't deny this happened, because i know myself, but i still roll my eyes.  to start, i should say i have never claimed to be the outdoorsy type, i don't mind camping as long as there's a shower every day (i know), i had a near death experience in the grand canyon, i could go on and on.  it's part all of that / part lazy, i'll admit.  

when i was 5 or so, we had just moved from new york to the farm in kansas, and we had lots of land to explore.  62 acres, to be exact.  so one day, we were on a looooooong walk, and i got tired.  we were still pretty far from the house,  so i asked dad if he'd carry me.  i was 5, and i guess he didn't feel like it.  or maybe he did for awhile, but then got tired of it.  well, i wasn't going to walk anymore, and that was final.  i sat down in the middle of the meadow and said unless someone carries me home, i'm not moving.  i was shocked when everyone just kept on going!  and anyone who knows my parents aren't surprised at the fact that they didn't wait for me to get over myself.  i don't know exactly how the story ends, but i'm pretty sure it went something like - i waited until i was entirely sure they were not coming back for me, then sulked my way up to the house.  

although this didn't go exactly like that, i saw a bit of similarity in this picture i took of liam on our walk yesterday in the park. 

if you click on the picture to make it big,

you can really see the look on his face. so disgusted...