Laney has been taking ballet class for two weeks and couldn't be happier. This is right up her alley. If I would let her I am fairly certain that she would wear her leotard everywhere. And her ballet shoes, we should never forget those. The tights she could live without. She doesn't like the little nubbin in the front that pokes out.
Who wouldn't want to wear this pink, stretchy goodness all topped off with a little bow at the neck?
And if you get the angle just right you get a little glimpse of the underwear.
Alright, alright. I won't talk about the visible panty line anymore.
Just how cute she looks in her little getup.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
By Popular Demand
Pie crust is from the back of the Crisco container. Pie recipe is from here. Pattern for cape is Butterick #B4319. Did I miss anything?
Posted by Unguren at 10:31 AM 8 What do you think?
Labels: Creations
Friday, June 17, 2011
Weekly Report
Some happenings at our house that don't necessarily warrant there own post.
I went to the fabric store. This in and of itself is not that exciting. But I did come home with many projects. Some of which are Halloween costumes, because it is never to early to start especially when fabric is on sale.
I also came across this little dress the other day and decided three things: one, there was no way I was gonna pay $185 for a vintage dress. Two, it is a little bit of an eyesore but I can't help but love it. Three, I got to thinking I could totally make my own dress. So there. Challenge accepted.
I found the pattern above at Joann's and the two below are vintage patterns from Etsy. Tickle me pink. If I can make all three dresses look like they aren't complete disasters I will be....well...three dresses richer?
I made strawberry rhubarb pie three times last week. The perfect pie crust had all but alluded me until I made pies 2 and 3. Pie crust perfected. Round of applause.
World domination is just around the corner.
Penny is a little stinker. There I said it. Girlfriend loves to get into stuff and make a mess and thinks it is funny. She also likes to try to claw your eyes out or scratch your face, all sorts of Wolverine style, but that is a whole different subject all together. 
She thinks that the bathroom is the best place to be. More toilet paper has gone in the trash in the last week then I think has gone in the actual toilet.
We also had to get her some legwarmers. While the legwarmers are a fashion statement in general it was done more out of necessity. Her poor shins couldn't handle all of the scooting that she has been doing and one of them is so chapped that it is a little on the purple side.
But she does look stylish in them so I suppose that it is Win/Win.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
White Trash
When it comes to dressing up, I love it. I welcome it. If you know me at all you know that if there is a reason to dress up then I am gonna go for it. Imagine my delight when some friends of ours said that they were having a white trash party and that we should come dressed up.
Cue me going to the D.I. to try and find some good treasures to wear.
Were there clothes and colors there that made you want to wince? Yes. Yes there was. Did my dress not only have a floral pattern on it but also lions, tigers, butterflies, sailboats and cheetahs? Yes. Yes it did.
We openly encouraged our children to get messy and if they so felt the need to walk around in their diapers, so be it. That is the kind of party it was.
The hosts of the party were nothing if not trashy. Their youngest girl in the front is wearing cut up underwear as a tank top.
Others came in their best night clothes sporting black eyes from last nights fight.
Others came in what I can only deem 80's wear. Which after little thought I realized if you wear anything from the 80's you are pretty much golden on the white trash look.
Holding your baby upside down by their leg screams white trash. But it doesn't scream quite as loudly as a pregnant belly in a half shirt.
Big boobs, big bum, and curlers. Right on track.
Cynthia came in high waisted, acid washed, pleated, tapered jeans.
Anything that has that many words describing it has to be white trash.
There was a whole slew of white trash food including but not limited too: pork rinds, mac and cheese with cut up hot dogs, fried spam, tater tot casserole, and fried snickers.
Anything that has that many words describing it has to be white trash.
Although the food was nasty the party it self was fun and entertaining. I suppose you can't ask for more than that.
Posted by Unguren at 10:13 AM 6 What do you think?
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Monday, June 06, 2011
10 Months
When Penny was in my belly she was not much of a mover. So I automatically pegged her as a mellow little human. I was wrong. She has got spunk this little one of ours. She likes to squawk at you if you don't give her something, or if you take something away, or if she just has the urge. It is like she just wants to be heard among all of the noise and commotion that takes place at our house. Perhaps if we had stuck with the name Clover then she would have been all about peace, love and hugging trees. I guess somethings are better left unknown.
But don't try to take the leaves and rocks away from her because then she will squawk at you. There is nothing like a baby chastising you to put you in your place.
Posted by Unguren at 2:37 PM 4 What do you think?
Labels: Penny
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