Monthly Archives: September 2009

I got a job. My four week stint as a stay-at-home wife is officially over. I'd be lying if I said this wasn't really sad. I had plenty of good play dates with my mom filled with craft shopping and lunches, went swimming in the middle of the day, and watched Oprah every day of my life. Don't even act like you don't like Oprah. You know you do.

To celebrate my last day of stay-at-home wifery, my good ol' craft pal, Laura, came over and helped me whip up some wacky jewelry.

We made these delightful peacock treasures with some of the bilions of feathers left over from my wedding. I already had peacock earrings, but one of them got lost, so I had to make new ones. We also found this peacock charm at Michaels, and I felt that my neck really needed a peacock necklace, so we made one.

Also, remember how everyone thought I was crazy when I wanted a peacock wedding, and now they're suddenly exploding and everyone is having one? I do. Silly. It was once blasphemy to put peacock feathers in your hair on your wedding day or make Mitch wear one on his tux, huh mom? Oh, Utah.

We also found these little fish charm delights at Michaels, and Laura was cool enough to make them into earrings for me. PS, did you know that Laura is a craft goddess? Well, she is, and someday she'll rule the Etsy world with her crafty splendor. Laura really just ushers our craft nights into a whole new echelon.

Don't make fun of my iPhone's struggles to take a quality picture.

Lastly, I bought these beauties in my shopping spree for my new job. They were $3. I luff them.

Obsessed with peacocks much? Maybe.

And why am I showing you these earrings like you care? That's probably a good question. But the real question is why can't I just stay home all the time? Oh, that's right. I don't have babies. Dangit. Maybe in another 10 years.

Much love, stay-at-home wifedom. I'll sure miss your dinners and clean apartment. It's been real.

I received quite possibly the most amazing, incredible, fantastical, gorgeously fabulous gift of my life today.

I have this incredible Aunt Lisa that is straight out of a movie. She's gorgeous, cooks like a banshee, has lived a life full of beauty and adventure, and has the most giving heart I have ever come across in my 22 years.

Today, she gave me these:

These are photos of Jimi Hendrix that SHE took herself in New York in 1969. That's right....Lisa has met Jimi Hendrix. She grew up around the corner from him, and on this particular day, she stopped him and took his picture. When she asked if she could photograph him, Hendrix agreed but only if he could take pictures of her. So after taking half a roll of pictures of Lisa, she took these pictures of him. Yes. Lisa is a bonafide rock and roll goddess.

And now she has so kindly given these two pictures to me so that I can frame them on my wall in frames of pure gold and splendor to cherish every single day of my life. I have never loved a possession so much in my entire life. Actual photographs of Hendrix in his element in NYC. I can't even believe it.

Thank you a million times over, Aunt Lisa. These are incredible.

Yes, I stole this from x96, but it's a little hobby of mine. Mitch and I always come up with our own little things that must go, and we have a running list that I feel should be shared. Plus, it just gives me something fun to blog about every Friday, so humor me.

Ahem. September 11's Things that MUST GO

1. Giada.

Hate her. Can't stand her. 98% sure she never eats the butter-laden foods she makes. 100% sure she only makes men "horngry."

2. Jamie Lee Curtis & Activia

Enough said.

3. Facebook Quizzes

Nobody cares when you're going to die, what animal is most like you, how well you know the 80s movies, or what Twilight character you are. Which brings me to my next thing that must go.

4. Twilight

Just because you're a poor Mormon mom that hates her life in Provo, UT doesn't mean you're a good writer. In fact, you're probably the worst writer ever, and I hope you burn in hell for corrupting America's idea of good literature with your outlandish vampire smut. And then burn in hell more for dragging it out into a horrible movie. Them are fightin' words, but I don't really feel they're too harsh. Maybe that should be on my last post....I could write a really crappy series of novels about teenage vampire love and sell it to the masses. I'd make millions.

5. Working out in sports bras at the gym

a.) you're not outside. It's cold in here.

b.) you're gross. you don't have a six pack and you kinda have cottage cheese belly.

c.) men that hit on you at the gym are probably not the kind of men you want hitting on you. cover it up.

Things that must go might be a little negative, so I'll try to balance it off weekly with a daily WIN!

Today's WIN! brought to you by awkwardfamilyphotos.com:

Happy weekend.