a teensie favor & a treat...

can you please do me a teensie favor? if you read this blog ever & like what you see & would maybe like to see more in the future, would you mind scrolling down just a tidge and clicking the "follow" button on the right, please?

it's not that i need it for self-confidence or anything (okay, i really do... please don't judge me!), but i see on this nifty blog stats thing that the blog is getting hits from several different countries around the world, and i would really like to see who my audience really is so that i can put up things that will be most entertaining for you, you see? (and no, that wasn't a horribly runny run-on sentence.) ((okay, i am lying, sheesh.))

but will you, please???

if you do, i promise to give you picture treats like this lil' gold nugget of awesome:

{hmmm, awkwardfamilyphotos.com}

see, aren't i good to you?

toilet talk...

voice of reason & wisdom here-

on a day like this there is only one thing to talk about, really...

the bathroom.

you see, it's been a weirdo day, so naturally i drank 2 pepsi maxes. and then, forgivemyunladylikeness here, i had to visit the ladies' room-- several times.

occasionally when that happens, someone will be washing their hands in there or the sweetheart cleaning lady will be doing her thing and start to chat.

what is proper etiquette here?

if you go into the restroom with a gal-pal is talking trans-stall an okay or a no-way? ya know?

and as a guy, all standing up & exposed to the elements, is it kosher to chit-chat to the man next door?

i mean, don't you feel so vulnerable whilst going about your toilet time?

does anyone know the potty-going rules? is there maybe a how-to-pee-with-company handbook somewhere to reference and get answers to these important life questions?

A case of the reds...

so we have these super red couches, see?

and i have tons of time to think about decorating around them.

to remake old furniture to compliment.

to dumpster dive for treasures to enhance their awesomeness.

so my question to you is--- being the super-savy decor geniuses that you are--- what's the color scheme going to be?

what works & what doesn't?

share your mind's eye with me.

{AlsPics}

{EHomeE}

{ElleDecor}

{ElleDecor}

{FixtureWorld}

{FixtureWorld}



{HomeDecor}




{HouseBeautiful}




{HouseBeautiful}



{HouseBeautiful}

{House2Home}



{House2Home}




{House2Home}



{iDesignLove}

{iDesignLove}

{IndianSummer}

{IndianSummer}

{IndianSummer}

{Kaleidoscope}

{LoveHomeUK}

{MarthaStewart}

{PicsDecor}

{RafqueCo}



{WillowDecor}



did you see any key pieces you would recommend looking for?

any advice on how to go about doing this on a tight budget?

anyone have a sewing machine and thread they don't use anymore? oh and some skillz that i could just pick up by osmosis?

you're the best, ya know?

p.s. decor craft posting to come... stay tuned.

i could be your {supah-fly} 3rd grade teacher, right?

when it rains it pours. isn't it true though? this weekend it poured. but not the big fat drops of rain (that houston actually could use pretty badly b/c it's kinda droughtin' here, ya know? and my sinuses would really appreciate a pollen-suppressant. please!)-- no, not rain. the pouring was more of a shower of things-to-attend-pertaining-to-church.

it was a full weekend{baby shower. organization class/women's shelter service project. spaghetti dinner/ dessert auction fundraiser. chaperoning the tri-stake youth dance. church. hometeachers}; and it was great. honestly honestly truly great.

but now i am exhausted. and it's only monday. 

but i messed with my hair alot. so i will show you that.

how to create what i have titled "luscious beach curls"



{1- if you have naturally curly hair, diffuse your wet hair before curling & disregard the hair spray tip. if your hair is naturally straight then simply flip your wet hair upside down (to create some volume) and blow it dry.
2- once dried, you straight-hairs spray a wide brush with hairspray and comb through your hair with it so you get enough hairspray to hold a good curl but not enough to make you look like little bo peep, know what i mean?
3- now pull one section of hair at a time and wrap it tightly around the barrel of your curling iron. hold for a few seconds and unwind the hair. you may want to work from the top down or vice versa, so have a clip handy to clip back the hair you are not working on to make your life a whole lot easier}



{4- once your hair looks something like this, comb through it lightly at the top with your finger and some frizz-ease or other frizz-controller}

{don't be afraid of bobby-pins. i did this in about 2 minutes. just pull sections at random and bunch them up or twist them at the back of your head. then boby-pin each section as you go until all of the hair is up there}

okay, here was the saturday events outfit.



{thing 1- break your own rules once in a while; ruffle on ruffle--- as long as you play it smart.
thing 2- if you have a shoe that says "i am awesome" with it's color and it's strapiness-- wear it with some muted colors and let them talk all they want. if i could do an outfit do-over, i would have worn my corduroy skinnies instead of jeans. but... there ya have it. wearer's remorse}




{thing 3- one pattern will suffice. does suffice. and should suffice. one. ie this cami with beige polka dots. all other layers are solids. but like i said, rules are made to be broken (meaning, if you have an example of pattern on pattern that works, work it!)
thing 4- if you tuck it, belt it.
thing 5- simplify the accessories. if you have a dangly necklace, you don't need a bunch of bangles or dangly earrings. simple pearls (beige ones that you can't see, bummer) and a watch will do quite nicely, i believe. and you will be much less encumbered about by your treasures}
  



in other news...

{meishter and i spotted this on our way out the door. i love the cultural diversity of houston-- of america. i heard a kid on the metrorail the other night say that he got back from his tour in afghanistan and doesn't even feel like he is in the US bc of all the foreigners. well, sweetheart, the US was founded by foreigners, know what i mean? live and let live. and love love love... it's getting kinda mushy up in here. let's move on}

{remember how i said we were king and queen of dance on saturday night? well, i wasn't allowed to dance in the midst, so...}

{this is what happened}



HAPPY MONDAY!

urban outfitters



the circle of bad...

so, on wednesday night i ate the most yummy food of my entire existence. at brennan's. oh my word. turtle soup, perfect steak, spicy crawfish atop breaded mahi mahi (i think?), sauteed mushrooms in a sauce you would kill your mother for (not really okay?), bread pudding---a dieter's nightmare, but i did it for a cause--- so it was okay & better than okay. okay?

anywho. this all occurred after 7, which is the magic food hour. any food consumed after 7 pm either goes straight to the area right above my knees (yeah, don't even pretend you don't know what i'm talking about) or it goes to my head and creates the most horrible nightmares.

and the brennan's went both places.

so thursday morning, after a night with the tossing & the turning (those pesky buggers), i awoke with not nearly enough time to do my hair. which led to exhibit a: bad hair day.

{the realization}

{the shame}

{the hairy culprit}

well, that bad hair wasn't going to let me stop with shame. it also brought me anger. i went to pick up lunch for the office and could have sworn that every loony in houston had come out to drive, and honestly i could have just sworn. period. but i didn't.

well, not out loud.

i was hating on everyone. and everything. the old lady in the cadi who pulled out in front of me, the copy machine, the phone for ringing (not like my job depends on the phone or anything...), the people walking by my window with their chick-fil-a bags while i ate my half-sandwich & celery. i could feel the bad vibrations emanating from my hair.

ugh.

so then i was trying to sell my couches. not really for too great of a reason either. but i had this bad feeling about it. the hair had done it again. and i started being crabby about it. and i talked to clint about it alot while he needed to be studying. he was really nice about it, of course, because he was having a good hair day. but me-- i was flustering and blustering around the house trying to make up my mind about whether to sell these perfectly good red couches to the perfectly nice people who came to see them.

my reasons were bad. my form was bad. and because of all the badness, i didn't get started with dinner until--- idk like--- 8:30 or something! boo. and it was a bad dinner. and i had some bad sleep, turned my alarm off and slept until 7:10 am.

but i decided not to let the bad continue. i fixed my unruly hair and hurried to work. i unlisted my perfectly wonderful red couches, ignored the bad drivers, even gave the copy machine the benefit of the doubt (that's not going to last long though...).

the point is, the buck stops here. the circle of bad begins and ends with me.

when a meggle comes to town...

the most exciting thing happened a few weeks back. my very own megan-sister came to stay. she gave up her spring break just for me.

and everyone knows when a meggle comes to town you must...

{attend your boss-friend's baby shower in la porte. on the sunniest spring day right on the beach}

{take pictures of your vicki-boss-friend as she glows with maternal good-cheer}

{play pre-shower games that you are really un-great at}

{sip on a cup of cold coca cola as you bask in the early afternoon sun while looking like a dreamy filmstar from an elvis presley movie}



{take the meggle to the houston livestock show & rodeo, obvs! because that is every little girl's dream}



{and enjoy the musical stylings of brad paisley}

{and take sexay cowboy pictures of the husband by a large pig}

{and not so dreamy pictures of the wife-pig}



{then take the meggle to the kema boardwalk where you will take many goofy pictures on the ferris wheel, ride a wooden roller coaster that bows your mind, puruse a large assortment of jamaican-made-goods, spend too much for parking, but also get to try the meggle's first whataburger grilled chicken sandwich. which is magical}




{also you must attend the aluminum show for free at miller outdoor theater. because words cannot describe the wonder and awe that will ensue... (pic from professional site)}



{ this aluminum is rapping. for real. will. blow. your mind... (pic from professional site)}

{you will pick up a large diet coke from mcdonalds every night, come home to the big red couches, and watch christy all night long}

{and that's what you will do because you love the meggle more than life. and how could you not, right?}