Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

Thursday, January 9, 2014

I'm dreaming of a White Light Christmas. . .

Used to be that my Christmas-anticipation was directly correlated to the December issue of British Vogue, for obvious reasons. . . 

This was my first Christmas as a married lady with step-kiddies and I kept thinking it would be all magic and photo ops.  Ha! Foolish new parent!  I learned my lesson. 

 I think Santa was loving that we live near an Ikea now.

We slept at my parent's house for a couple reasons:
1. More adults to help out - I mean, to see the wonder in our childrens' faces.
2. My parent's lovely home has a tad more space than our 2-bedroom apartment.


I thought we were going to be woken up at the crack of dawn but miraculously the girls slept until almost 8 and Lil' Dude didn't wake up 'til almost 9.  We contemplated waking him up so we could see Christmas at the same time (and get a photo of us 6) but if you're 2 yr old wants to sleep - you let him sleep.
(Maybe we can photo shop Lil' Dude in later.)


Apparently we had a theme: bears + scooters


Come on! How cute is this Grandma?  

Love that you can see Tia Monkey, asleep in her striped onesie.  



 Totally wishing Santa had brought me a scooter too.  I WAS muy grateful for the "Mrs. Roper caftan" my mom gave me.  


We never did get a photo of all 6 of six.  But the thought of corralling 4 little kids on Christmas after they've opened their presents was on the same level as catching the frogs that used to jump in our home when we lived in the woods in Mississippi.

Is it wrong to say that Christmas was exhausting and I'm glad it's only once a year?  By 3pm I wanted it to be over so I could sleep and dream of everything non-Holiday.  It was fun seeing the kiddies all hyped up on Christmas-magic, though.  Oh goodness, I have a feeling that this time of year will never be the same.  


I mean, I still bought the December issue of British Vogue, I just had to wait until January to read it. 

Monday, February 6, 2012

I Dreamt I Did a DIY

I keep forgetting to write about the last DIY project I tackled.  

It all started in December.  I heard Riccardo Tisci had designed the t-shirts for the 'Ye/ 'Z Watch the Throne tour and I knew I had to have one.  

It would be my version of his barking dog 

or panther shirt, which were out of my budget.

And my dad needed one too.



I noticed the ones we bought did not have 
the monogrammed sleeves or the stars,

So my DIY project was born. 
  
After I cut an inch off the neck I slipped a thick piece of cardboard in the T to prevent bleeding to the other side.

My handy tools were a star stencil, white fabric paint and a small roller paint brush.

 I soon learned the best way to paint a star was to use masking tape (and the stencil as my guide) to create a star shape ready to color in and protect the fabric from the paint. 

After I peeled all the masking tape off (which was really satisfying) I saw that some white paint had bled onto the fabric making the stars looks fuzzy.  My mom suggested making the lines sharper by using a black sharpie and the stencil as my guide.  

I painted five stars on the front and four on the back because that's what 'Ye had.


For the initials on the sleeve I free handed them using a thin paint brush. They aren't perfect but I don't want people that close to my arms anyway.


All set to wear for the holiday parties.
I bought a concert t-shirt from a parking lot guy for my little sis (she went to the North Carolina show but didn't buy herself a shirt) for $5 because I am so generous.  Then I painted hers as well so it would be more presentable.  We loved being twins this year.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

One Year I Visited a Dream Girl in SF

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Merry Christmas

A Dreamy Holiday Through The Years...






















We all have our set jobs over the years.

I take the nieces shopping.

 Alison makes something beautiful+delicious for all.

Alisa entertains in some irreverent way.

 Dad captivates with old stories.

Mom acts as hostess to all.

And Ash passes out, 
usually because she woke up before dawn to work out.