Twiggy

Twiggy by Aur(or)a on Polyvore.com

I have always loved Twiggy. 

I used to pretend to be Twiggy. 

When I was twiggy myself, it was much easier than it is now.  haha

I once remember doing a photo shoot in a graveyard in London, Ontario for my friend who had a college photography class. 

I think that I was draped over a tombstone. 

How does cool at 17 seem so macabre at 40-ish?

I also remember doing many, many photo shoots for my roomate who had a photography obsession. 

Sometimes I stumble upon those pictures.  I will have to scan and post someday.  But for now, you will just have to use your imagination.

Sugar Pie Pantry

It's late. 

It's been quite a day.

I am wasting a few minutes blog-hopping as I wind down.

Have you ever been to Sugar Pie Farmhouse?

You HAVE to check out this pantry.

And I normally don't get excited about pantries.
(well, that might not be true--but this one is still amazing!)
 

A Mormon could make some serious use of this pantry.  

Don't you think?

Click here.

Sugar Pie Farmhouse

Laundry Mountain

We are back from Arizona--what a wonderful trip!  Photos and video clips soon.  

Right now I am facing a laundry mountain.  With a little help from my new fave detergent, life is bubbling along.  Tranquil Lavender.  Yum. 

Ice Cream Quiz

See, I told you I could be tough. ;-)

You Are The Godfather Ice Cream

Someone crosses you, and they'll end up with a scoop of this in their bed

What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?

Keeping a Record

"You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep a record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh you memory of those meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be significant only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experiences." Gordon B. Hinckley, 2006

All You Need is Love

Crazy sometimes what a flash will do in a dimly lit restaurant.

Dinner and a Snuggle at Buca di Beppo

Nanny McPhee

Lilly has had this little tooth.

We named it Nanny McPhee.

For obvious reasons.

(If you don't know my reference, please go rent the movie. You will be ever-so-glad that you did.)

Nanny can even do tricks!
Press play.

Nanny was yanked by Daddy. Poor Nanny, cute Lilly!

Busted!

You know those times when as a parent you are out-of-the-blue BUSTED in the eyes of your 6-year-old? The big brown eyes get bigger, brows furrow searching yours for truth, and then... the slight nod of, "...oh, I see how it is."

{And no, this has nothing to do with the Big Guy in the red suit.}

It has to do with cereal. And reading.

I am a fan or reading. I really am. But sometimes when our little darlings start to read--we get busted.

It all started out one morning, when I rattled out the cereal choices: Cheerios, Frosted Mini-Wheats, Rice Krispies...

Lilly picked Frosted Mini-Wheats and tried out her new-found rite of passage. Reading the cereal box.

"Frosted Mini-Wh--...Spooners???"

(See above for facial expression)

Then came my explanation-- "Well, you see, these are supposed to taste LIKE Frosted Mini Wheats, and I think they taste better-- it is just that a different company makes them."

She ate with skepticism. Her world just got a little less rosy. Oh, why doesn't Malt-o-Meal advertise??

(and for the record--they DO taste better)