high/low

Hello hotties.  Literally. It's steaming out.

Today we're gonna play a little game called high/low.  I use to begin each class with this.  Every student would share one high and one low from their week.  Today, you are fortunate enough to read about the highs and lows in my life over the course of the past week.  How lucky do you feel?

Let's get the lows out of the way.  Brace yourself.

NPF4 has pneumonia.

M got a bug bite on her forehead which caused her entire face to swell.  

Swollen face resulted in puffy eyes. Puffy eyes created constant itching with dirty hands. Dirty hands + itchy eyes and the end product = conjunctivitis.  Both eyes.  Delicious.

Built-ins are a no go. Contractor reviewed my handouts and gave us an estimate.  It's not gonna happen.  Let's just say you could feed a small country with what is was going to cost for a media center and window seat. I'm taking up donations.  Please be generous.

I broke down and bought paint samples. I suck at picking paint colors.  Yes, we already knew this but I just wanted to reiterate the point. You would vomit if you saw the color samples currently on my wall.  Barf. 

Highs o' the week

My parents hosted M&N at their home for 4 nights.  Yikes.  Basically they never want to see me or my children ever again.  I can't say I blame them. 

Of those 4 nights I got to spend one night alone with the big guy. I forgot how amazing it is to sleep through the night.

My Kayce Hughes matching mama and M outfits came in the mail last week. Swoon.  Yes, I did it again.  Matching ensembles.  This can also be filed under the low for the week because I paid full price for both items and they are now on sale.  Go figure. 

My mom bought me a new pair of TB flats.  I'm pretty sure she did it because she feels bad for me. After spending 4 days with my kids I think she finally understands why I'm a lunatic. 

George Zimmerman was found not guilty. Yes. Yes. Yes. 

In case you were curious. C'mon - you know you are.

 

That's all folks. Stay cool. xox

Arm Candy

There is a fine art involved in stacking bracelets.  Color, texture, size, shape - these things are all important when trying to create the perfect stack.  To say I am OBSESSED with "stacking" is an understatement.   Unfortch, I don't have any gems of wisdom on perfecting this trend.  I've yet to master it myself. I'll work on it.  Stay tuned.

DY. Obvs.

.  Unless I rob a bank the gals below will prolly never grace my wrist.  I mean c'mon. I can't even pronounce the name of the Hermes bracelet that I am currently crushing.  Collier de Chien.  Really?  How about Spiked Weapon de' Death. Whateves.  No matter what you call it I'm in love with something I'll never get. SHOCKER or more appropriately SPIKER. 

Cuatro Cartier and uno Hermes. {just brushing up on my Spanish}
Holy Cow.  This stack o' shininess is worth more than my house.

Good day buddies. xox

Digits

Digits. Numbers. I need em'.  I've lived in our humble abode for five years now and I still don't have house numbers.  My hubby came home with $2.00 plastic numbers from Home Depot over the summer and  I tossed them in the trash before he could even take them out of the packaging.  I'm sure I also said something along the lines of "don't insult me."  I believe that comment resulted in the standard lecture from the big guy.... snob....get over yourself....who do you think you are....does it matter what the house numbers look like....why don't you go work overtime and pay for something. Blah. Blah.Blah.

One lecture later and we are still numberless. Woof. Ideally I would like to stencil our house number on or below the door in fun cursive writing. What exactly is fun cursive writing? Not sure. I'll let you know when I figure it out.  There is a house in Swampscott that I've been stalking for quite some time with the same house number (44) stenciled above the door.  Next time I run by panting and dripping in sweat I'll be sure to knock on the door and ask if I can borrow her stencil. He haw.

Here are some pics from my Pinterest board. PINTEREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Who doesn't love the Chatham numbers?  These bad boys are sprinkled all over M'Head.  Adorbs but not justifiable. I could buy a new pair of TB flats for $235.  Obv a $235 pair of shoes is well worth the investment and much more practical than a wooden  plaque that is going to get abused by the elements of New England weather.  Who brought the smart gal?

Stencil envy.

Gorg.

Funky.

Planters.

Seasonal.

See ya tomorrow. xox

Want It Wednesday

Morning. It's Wednesday and I'm currently coveting this wallet from PPB. Hopefully this nifty lil' wallet finds its way into my Easter basket. I also hope its filled with $100 bills.   Love me some Ben Franklin's.

 Hop on in.  There is still space for this lovely springtime scarf in my EB.

Adorable.  This will def fit in my basket.

Love all the nifty gifties above but what I really want for Easter is a lifetime supply of the following treats:

Be still my heart.  I guess if I did have a lifetime supply of grilled cheese, mayo and wieners my heart would be still. xox

Splish Splash

Hey. I haven't been slacking.  For the second time in a month I have a sinus infection and ear infection.  Seriously, what 34 year old gets ear infections?  Ugh.  So today's post is dedicated to SUMMAH.  I'm skipping right over Spring and moving on to 80 degree weather, beers on the beach, sand between your toes and sun kissed faces.  I need the summer. ASAP.

Swimwear.  Yes.  It's bathing suit time my fellow friends. Suck it up or in some cases suck it in.   I am ready.  Four months post baby and this rockin mama is bikini ready.  Gloating.  Just a little.  If you're not ready, well get moving.  You won't get any sympathy from this gal.  No excuses - especially the "I don't have time" line. You are no busier than anyone else.  Make the time. I've said my piece. Now get to the gym or get shopping.  Your choice.

I choose to shop.

Nautical. Obviously.

Be-Jeweled Beauties

One Piece Wonders

Retro Rad

Basic Bikini

Kardashian Style

Bring. It. On.  This gal is ready for some fun in the sun. xox