that moment every Monday when one of the two year olds you nanny asks "can we watch the acorn story?" and you realize she's talking about Richard Armitage reading 'The Lost Acorn'. ok, so it's adorable. . .but her mother is probably wondering WHO Richard is ("I want to hear Richard read Acorn!") and WHY her daughter has a sudden love for the name Stanley.
{these videos, btw, are highly-awesome. and adorable. and i'll stop fangirling right now.}
spending alllll day in the kitchen making homemade linguine. and washing and re-washing hundreds of dishes. and realizing that after all the work. . .all the labor of love and deliberate rolling and re-rolling of the pasta dough, making perfectly thin, perfectly delicate linguine. . .its gone, devoured, and utterly consumed within a few minutes.
{Salmone, Piselli, e Pasta, aka, Salmon, Peas, and Pasta. made by Yours Truly. photo by Anna}
getting a phone call from a stranger. . .from my cell. and the confusion of "how" and "why" it fell out of my pocket, since i hadn't been outside that day. #storyofmylife
the "i-think-i'll-just-crawl-under-a-rock-now" feeling when you write a "who do you think you are?" note to a friend then realize they were joking the entire time.
{yeah, my comment above? this is how i felt. *ahem* photo by a friend in MI }
typing on my new Kindle. and laughing at all the typos (curse you, automatic spell-check!) "Les Mix" is the all-new, Michaela-style "Les Miz". makes it that much more special. ;)
opened doors suddenly gaping through life's canvas; me up until Sunday. now I'm faced with this new job opportunity (outlined in jest above. it's really that bad, but it's also something i have to consider. if you think about it, please pray for wisdom!)
when your mom randomly brings home a tray of sushi on snowy afternoons.
fuzzy-rainbow-monkey socks. some things you just never outgrow. like newly opened-crayons and Strawberry Shortcake coloring books.
{pic by Anna}
FINALLY getting my hair trimmed. it's been since July. . .and well, scraggly spaghetti-ends and i don't get along very well. it's back to it's usual length now--right below my shoulders, and i'm a much happier girl.
getting all the details--flight, pick up, tickets, hotel, and whatnot, for the 2013 San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival! Whooohooo I can hardly wait! so many of my Beyond the Mask friends will be there it's not even funny--annnddd if YOU are planning to attend, why don't you let me know in a comment? i'd love to meet you!
my new Kindle Fire HD. i never wanted any kind of portable computer, but now that my Kindle and i are well acquainted, i LOVE it. he needs a name though. any suggestions?
evenings around the fireplace munching date-nut cookies and watching The Andy Griffith Show.
seeing the Lord work in my life and the lives of my friends; new friendships that inspire me in my Walk; vindication in area's of confusion; helping and praying for those around me. God Works in mysterious ways--and isn't it an adventure, watching Him Work? Praising my Jesus today for His providence and strange, merciful love for me.
thanks for letting me ramble--it's been awhile since i've written a good 'Awkward and Awesome' post. i'm currently writing a review of The Hobbit, so keep an eye out. that should be up next, if my Vlog doesn't make it first. in the meantime--what's been awkwardly-awesome in your life lately?
PS--I'd like to invite you to read my friend Audra's blog, My Sock Monkey Life. She is a beautiful young mom and very inspiring person. Please leave a comment, follow, or just pop in to say hello! :)
i'm just a little in like with this absolutely adorable peasant-style top my mom picked up for me at Clothes Mentor. though i haven't actually been there myself, they sell all sorts of name-brand clothing at very reasonable prices. (i'm thinking The Loft. oh yes i am. B) ) you have to applaud resale shops for that! if this shirt is any consolation, i am totally shopping at Clothes Mentor from now on. i love the romantic, flowing lines of this shirt--it lays so beautifully, without the balloon-ish flaws of most peasant tops. the color of course is perfect. and the collar with its drooping bow at the shoulder. it's like it's has been sitting at Clothes Mentor all this time, waiting for me to wear it and love it.
pairing the different shades of pink was a surprise; i tried on the shirt for my family and happened to be wearing my boyfriend Halftee. it adds an artsy "pop" that i really like.
of course the fun part of this photo-shoot was the short sleeves and snow. plus one must take advantage of one's aspiring-photographer sister and her sudden urge to practice. . .it's been way too long since i've done an outfit post.
you may remember me mentioning this skirthere. it was a last minute nightmare project, but i'm pleased with the results. i've been wanting another maxi for awhile now, and my favorite, favorite skirt pattern is Marie Madeleine Studio's Route 66. (actually, i've worn my Route 66 jean skirt so much it has a hole. :tear:) anyhow, i'm really excited to style this skirt throughout the winter months--it's comfy and classic.
:specs:
rose peasant top with bow: Clothes Mentor [Elle] $7
This is past tense, since I started writing last week. Life gets in the way of blogging, sometimes. Anywho, I like this too much to erase it all and start over. Enjoy, and I'll try to bring you up to date with current events SINCE last week as well (since at this point the post is only half finished. Confused yet?) Also--you might want to check the Rafflecopter widget below (Giveaway "300"). The winners have been announced! Congrats, ladies. I hope you had as much fun as I did. :)
I loved today. One of those grey, overcast, dreamy sorts of mornings (brings out the blogger in me,) as dreary as my heart was heavy--I didn't want to go to work. So I prayed, and I trusted, and all at once, almost literally, things were better. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen, yes? Work (nannying, for any new followers,) went quickly and uneventfully. Really, is there anything like a chubby, bubbly new baby to mend a broken smile? I think not. :) The twins were fun, Mimi (aka, Yours Truly,) ran around, read books, made strange faces, danced, sang. . .and ultimately behaved like the perfect 2 year. . .and all is well with the world. Like I told a friend the other day, it's all about attitude.
Now I'm enjoying the solitude of a grey, overcast, dreamy sort of evening; my younger sisters are listening to Adventures in Odyssey {part of every day life} downstairs, mom's cooking, and Anna is ripping seams from a one-day skirt. And instead of reading North and South (more on that in a minute,) I'm writing a much needed blog post.
Something happy:
{Anna, our friend Hannah, and me, outside the theater}
Last week a group of friends surprised a friend by showing up opening night at A Christmas Carol. Of course I spent all that afternoon making a skirt to go with my new shirt from The Loft (be still my heart, that store! o.o) And of course that's because I forgot to wash the fabric the day before and then realized I didn't have enough fabric. . .which of course usually happens to perfectionists-in-a-hurry. It turned out perfectly, in the end, and I'm really excited to wear it all winter (can't go wrong with black corduroy). We drove down with our friend Hannah, and snuggled with everyone into the most adorable little theater ever. Sigh. Need I say how much I LOVE plays and theater and curtains and theater-chairs-that-don't-stay-down and pomp and circumstance? Because I do. Having a good friend star as Fred made it all the better. The look on his face when he saw us was worth all the "lying" and facebook threads. Really--after my surprise birthday party (has it really been almost two years ago? o.O ) everyone has become excellent liars. Only this time I got to lie too. hehe
{yay! Sneaky, awesome friends. B) }
Something sentimental:
Last weekend my family hosted our monthly meetup--when all our "local" (meaning, all over Ohio and PA,) friends get together for some type of activity and fellowship. It's new and fun and makes for awesome memories. Anyhow, it was a night of laughs, way too much pizza and chocolate, utterly failing at Guesstures, learning (or *trying* to learn ;) ) The Charleston. . .and losing a baby corn snake under the piano. Which meant of course ripping my ancient upright apart looking for it. It was quite the adventure (after we found the snake. . .it was in it's bag the whole time!) discovering the beautiful insides of my 90 year old player piano. All the valves, bellows, strings, hammers. . .parts I can't name, so intricate, so detailed. I almost didn't want to close the cover. Best of all, the player *isn't* actually broken. With a little help, it still plays--1903 ripped paper and all. Something sappy:
All the frantic hype over The Hobbit made me watch North and South again. Which made me fall in love with Richard Armitage--I mean, Mr. Thornton--again. Which made me read the book. Which has made my heart incredibly happy, sappy, swoony, and all and everything that makes the proper fangirl.
The book and minstries are almost alike--the casting is sublime. Actually, the few things that were added to the mini series compliment and add character to the story. ie, Margaret "meeting' Mr. Thornton in the midst of beating a worker, the explanation of WHY Mr. Hale left the clergy, the stunning "Northbound Train" ending, and a couple of other things.
Besides loving every single atom of the book, I've come to truly understand and appreciate Margaret--the one "heroine" I've always despised. I won't say much now, in case I decide to write a proper review of the book and characters, but I think I've finally found the heroine I can most relate too. She's amazing (coming from me, that's a big compliment.)Daniela Denby-Ashe IS Margaret, down even to her looks. She pulls the haughtiness, confidence, and ultimate ignorance and final humbling of the character together beautifully--as though she's stepped right from the pages of the book. And Richard. . .need I even say anything? He is perfect, perfect, PERFECT in every sense of the word--except that the "real" Mr. Thornton is supposed to be homely ("he doesn't LOOK like a bulldog, surely." :P ) Someone in a facebook comment said they wished Mr. Thornton would have shown more gentleness (in the mini series)--that he seemed too unattractive until the very end. I ahem beg to differ. Strongly. :P They couldn't have cast a better actor to show--just through his eyes--all the pent up passion of a rejected, misunderstood lover--of the human being under all the stiffness and starch. Mrs. Thornton is perfect too. . .no, beyond perfect (of course.) And Higgins. And Bessy--though she's a lot more likable on screen; in the book she's just morbid.
I am on Team Gaskgell. Thank you very much, Jane Austen, but your stories do nothing for me.
Something recent:
Two nights ago I attended a Regency Christmas Ball. . .in a gorgeously-restored Victorian mansion. It was just as beautiful and movie-ish astwo years ago, only this time I made and wore a costume that actually fit and that I didn't cry over. Ok, cutting a hole in the neckline is a different story, but otherwise--after all the experience sewing for Beyond the Mask, the dress went together smoothly. I even finished a gown for Anna in ONE DAY. Yes, you may congratulate me.
{had to snatch a picture or two on the story-bookish balcony overlooking the main floor of the mansion. There are three floors in all, but what makes the "balcony" (for lack of a better name,) so adorable is how it branches right off the staircase--so, you can stop and rest on your way up, or just continue up the stairs.}
It was great to catch up with out-of-state friends, wander around the mansion, dance, eat, and be merry. Here's a video of some of the more advanced dancers demonstrating 'Waltzing to Iowa'--I'm in the purple gown with champagne sash, in case you can't tell from the above photos. ;)
Something simple:
And because this is a sappy post, I will mention the Elephant Vanilla Chai tea I had at our local tearoom last week. It was one of those afternoons when I REALLY needed to get out of the house, and made me extra grateful for a mom who notices and cares. We had a great time chatting and oohing and ahhing over girl-stuff (aka, teapots, laces, pink, yada yada,) North and South (since I cant' seem to talk about anything else right now,) and such. Chai tea, btw, is out of this world. Just in case you were wondering.
{yes, it was topped with whipped cream.}
Soooo that is current life in a nutshell. Crazy month--usually we don't have so many events, weekend after weekend. Right now, blog-wise, I am trying to make a vlog, and I REALLY need to write about Beyond the Mask. Sometimes I stop and remember--actually, every day I stop and remember. . .and really, it doesn't feel like it ever happened, it was such a satisfying, once-in-a-lifetime experience. To think that John Rhys-Davies was on set of The Hobbit only months before coming over to little 'ol MI to shoot BTM. And to think that. . .well, that's for another post. ;)
About three months ago, a small piece of clothing was sent to me for review--the Halftee. I'd seen them on various blogs, checked out the website, and decided I **needed** one. I mean, what girl doesn't dream of half a t-shirt? Ok, so maybe you haven't literally--but the idea is pretty exciting, right? Think of all those too-low tops. They might be mademodest with a cami. But then there's the twisting, fussy, extra weight of TWO shirts. NO fun. Most of the time I just refuse to do it. And then there are see-through tops that just need a visible sleeve--(my preference anyway. In which case the dreaded cami is worthless.) Enter--the Halftee.
{proof that you can layer THREE shirts (Halftee included,) without bulk.}
I was wildly excited when Tami promptly responded to my review inquiry. She talked to me about sizing, and suggested Halftee's new fabric type, Modal--stretchy, dressier, and oh-so-soft. I chose the basic Halftee, size small in cream. . .and have worn it dozens of times, washed and rewashed it, and though the tag doesn't recommend it, even tossed it in the dryer once. With incredible results. It didn't shrink, looks absolutely perfect with every top and dress, (GET the Modal fabric, trust me,) is cool, light, and extrrreamly comfortable. I pretty much LOVE this thing. Oh, and it stays in place all day, though next time I'll order a size smaller, only because, technically being a t-shirt, it does stretch a bit.
{here you can see the sleeves--love the effortlessness and confidence of Halftee. i can wear it with anything and know my outfit is totally modest.}
Really girls,Halfteeis a dream accessory. The cute little garment is seamless with a reversible neckline for just the right amount of coverage. I usually use the higher side, unless my hair is up and I don't want too much back showing. It's darling and modest and light (really, under clothes you forget it's there) and every girl needs to own several dozen. I can't wait to order more. . .in elbow length, boyfriend, lace, brown, baby pink, white, black . . .hey, mom and dad? Forget fancy birthday gifts--I'll take a lifetime supply of Halftee's.
Special thanks to Tami--the tee arrived around the time I put Nick down, and life just never stopped for photo-shoots. Tami has been lovely, always replying to my "just give me another week!" emails with understanding-patience. Thank you so much!
*specs*
--modal basic Halftee in cream {both outfits} : Halftee.com
--pink, cream, taupe sundress: gift shop on Baldhead Island, NC
--denim maxi skirt {yes, I realize I wear this in almost all my outfit posts ;) } : made by me
--turquoise tee: Target {??}
--lacy taupe peasant top {with draped back} : JC Penny
--taupe wedges {maxi skirt outfit, not shown} : Payless Shoes
--hot pink flip flops {sundress outfit, not shown} : Old Navy
Quickly hopping by to say--if you haven't already noticed--The Blog has a new name. A name that will hopefully last awhile (as I endure merciless teasing from a certain Flop I know). ;) Welcome one and all to:
Thanks to my lovely mum for the idea--you know, naming a blog is just "one of those things"--it has to be unique, it has to reflect The Blogger, it must be different and easy to remember and 100% ME. Sorry to all who voted Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust. Peter and Neverland are dear to my heart. . .but it sounded kidish, and well, Rhapsody in PINK is so. . .perfect. I've never had a blog title totally represent moi--I mean, The Last Rose of Summer and Like Pearls Slipping off a String were nice, but they didn't tell. Anything. Rhapsody in PINK says--" World, I am all girl. This is a girls domain." And hopefully from my posts phrases/words like "down-to-earth", "real", etc will follow. ;) Hey, anything's possible. {trust me, I come from an all-girl home, but we are anything but fluffy. (fine, half and half) The lawn-mower and I are good friends}.
Rhapsody:
an epic poem.
a highly emotional utterance
rapture
ecstasy
effusively rapturous
extravagant discourse
You get the idea. PINK needs no explanation.
Oh, and while I'm rambling--CHEO was incredible. Perhaps if your lucky I'll do a more in-depth post. ;) Eric and Leslie Ludy are such an inspiration to me--it was thrilling to meet Leslie, if only for a couple of seconds. She and Eric have the.most.beautiful relationship ever! Eric's love and dedication is obvious just in the way he looks at her--truly squiriferous. :sigh: Lets just say, our Ludy-collection has gone up several books. B)
Voddie, as expected, was EXCELLENT. He says it as it is--I really respect his candid, hard-line, "take it or leave it" approach to the Bible. Lets hear it for TRUE followers of a loving AND just God!
And because I'm feeling extra-generous, I'll leave you with an "awww" moment for day:
Note that I do not recommend all her vids (I've actually only seen one other), but come on, got to love it for her accent ALONE. B) "I dare you. . .no, I'm going to do better than that, I DOUBLE DARE YOU, just to try and slip these into every day conversation." Thanks to Ally for sending me this. It's starrify-ing.
it was a day of adjustment. today i didn't have my puppy. he wasn't whining in his crate when I got up, all wiggle-waggles--so excited to say "good morning"--ready for the perfect things in puppy life. a bowl of food. humans who loved him. more toys then some children have. explorations outside. barking at birds. chasing the cat. and i sat alone at the computer. . .because it was day without nick. he wasn'tcurled by my feet, sleeping away the minutes before the rest of the family woke. . .and when they did, he wasn't there to greet them. it was a day of physical stress. a sore throat, my head ready to explode with congestion and TMJ. it was day of cleansing. load after load of laundry, cleaning like a madwoman to busy my mind--so i wouldn't think--listening to a radio drama of The Secret Garden with my siblings. making arugula, brie, and apple-mustard sandwiches for dinner. it was a day of bravery--for all of us. getting used to the silence, smiling more, crying less. even the cat came upstairs--for the first time in nine months. no more running or hiding in the basement for her. it was day of peace. this morning I felt a mantle about me--Jesus covering me. yes, today was that sort of day. beautiful. calm. because prayer works. can it be I have no more tears? can I truly have this stillness in my heart? it seems impossible. but it's there. friends, thank you for your prayers. i can't begin to tell you how the words you wrote, here on my blog, have changed so much in me. how they have refreshed me, brought me to relieved tears, put a smile on my face and a warmth in my heart. i may sound sentimental--even foolish. but it was a day of treasuring--YOU. please, if you can, send me your email addresses--i won't publish the comments. i'd like to thank you all personally. for now, know that you mean the world to me--your support is priceless.
"the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD." Job 1:21
{this is NOT a staged picture. yours truly searching for the much lost, not always much beloved phone. 'tis broken, btw.}
Awkward
seeing Andy Griffith with a baby--blame the spin-off show, Mayberry RFD. {important things in life, obviously.} did you know there *was* a spin-off? The Andy Griffith Show is our families favorite. . but then dad had this grand idea--"try finding "Mayberry RFD" on youtube". different. but i like it. other then the fact that Andy actually married Helen (what was the man thinking?) this just doesn't work. . .i have single-Andy and cute little Opy stuck in my mind forever.
searching for my cell phone. . .under my grandparents couch. because i knew i lost it there {over a month ago. i have this habit. . .leave the camera in TX. . .lose my very own cell IN a couch. "blonde" follows me. :P } it was there, btw, wedged in between the metal part that opens and closes the "lazy-boy" seat. the entire neighborhood knew. "I FOUND IT!!! I FOUND IT!!! I FOUND IT!!!
crying hysterically through a radio drama. more on that in a future post.
marching around the kitchen, singing at the top of ones lungs--and dad comes downstairs.
Awesome
family drives in the country. . .singing bluegrass while trying to decide where to vacation. the overall opinion? somewhere down south. i approve.
"Caledonia"--specifically the Celtic Thunder version. . .and yes, i know that as an ardent, fervent, dedicated, utterly-loyal High Kings fan, this is blasphemy. but i don't care. because THK's don't sing Caledonia. . .and i refuse to listen to Celtic Woman for obvious reasons. (that are probably only obvious to me. :P women's voices, to be specific. *ahem*pet-peeve.) love this song, in case you were wondering. "let me tell you that i love you, and i think about you all the time. Caledonia your calling me. . .now I'm goooing home!"
encouraging talks--"clicking" when first meeting people. like last Sunday. . .at a church we visited. it's nice to know that there are "real" people out there. . .who know they sin, who have been through trials, and aren't afraid to admit it. it's a beautiful, honest, truly Christian thing. Praise the Lord!
product reviews and giveaway proposals. which reminds me--do not forget to enter to win an item from eShakti. o.O
Peter Pan. because, "I'm youth, I'm joy. . .I'm a little bird that's broken out of the egg." and looking for fairies with the little ones i nanny. ok, so they *might* only be figurines, but the kids don't know that. ;)
hello ladies and gents! welcome to the first-ever addition of Awkward and Awesome Thursday! (linking up here.) if you read my Titanic 100 post (yes, I know. . .terribly written. it's called 'writers block' in case you were wondering,) you may have noticed my little "schedule change." i've decided to add some formality--er, consistency to the rambles that is michaela's blog. so you can come back each week and say--"oh yeah, now this is supposed to happen," or "today is when. . ." that sort of deal. so. . .Pinteresting Wednesday's, Awkward and Awesome Thursdays' (alternated each week. decided not to do them EVERY week,) 'My Day' probably Saturdays. . .and regular posts in between, whenever i feel like it. are you with me?
moi. . .and my mom. this is very normal, usual, brilliant. . .perfect when boredom strikes at the bluegrass jam.
Awkward--
when an elderly gentleman asks you to dance with him. i'd love to, only the hillbilly-hoedown-stomp isn't my style. "oh, but the longer you wait, the more bashful you'll get about trying." yeah. can you just see me in the middle of the room, shuffling along to bluegrass music, in a church-building ?? o.O
when you find yourself talking in the third person while nannying. "just wait until Mimi (aka yours truly,) puts on HER shoes. then SHE'LL take you outside." hey, this is the way 2 year old minds work and comprehend. only i'm not the 2 year old. at least not usually.
when Mr. Bingley (aka the young mysterious single guy two doors down,) pulls into his driveway, and mom pulls into the neighbors. . .to "spy". and you look back to see said neighbors sitting in the road, unable to get into their own garage. oh, and Mr. Bingley saw us.
when you lose your shoes right before leaving work (nannying.) "Well. . .(frantically searching,) you can just let me know if you find them . . .then give them to me next week." we found them on a kitchen chair.
when you go to put a jar of pickles in the fridge, and the lid comes off = pickle juice everywhere. sticky, yellow-green, in the drawers and trickling over the floor. this is when a serious amount of patience ("ugh, i can't believe this happened!! it's going to take FOREVER to clean!") and white vinegar come in handy.
when your puppies fur is full of mats. . .because he needs professional grooming. and he won't sit still to get them picked out. . .i mean, who would actually *like* that? :nervous laugh: maybe i should try brushing him more often.
see, this is the culturally "accepted" normal. . .but truly normal people do NOT look like this. ^^
Awesome--
taking self-portraits with my mom. . .on her iphone. . .in the middle of a bluegrass jam seassion.
the santa claus man in his straw hat and long white beard screeching out "let the circle, be unbroken!'
singing (and acting. . .shh, no one's supposed to know,) les miserables loudly upstairs. . .while cleaning . or fixing my hair. or just because. "24601!"
discovering that as much as i'll never "get" Dr. Who (not that i've watched an episode, but the general idea is there,) David Tennant has the most awesome scottish accent EVER. {it's all your fault, Flop!}
an incredibly good, new recipe for cookies. from pinterest. best recipe-source in the world. these chocolaty little guys are actually flipped during baking. . .so they turn out slightly browned and crispy and chewy and scrumptious.
being off facebook. you know, i don't even think about it?--funny, i can actually "think" now--really think. about important things, like learning more about my Savior. and spending less time on the computer. goodbye politics and drama! i'm a free woman now. B)
when the twins i nanny are excited about the honey i bring for coffee. . .because Pooh eats honey. and so does Mimi. which makes me special.
and now, ladies and gents, that concludes the first addition of Awkward and Awesome Thursday. Keep, or no keep?--loving that this series "allows" rambling. absolute perfection. oh, and while we're talking, don't forget about the giveaway LPSoaS is hosting, May 14th-24th. really excited about it--this is the first "big" giveaway i've done. keep a lookout!
pistachio/chocolate frozen yogurt topped with dark chocolate shavings, red raspberries, walnuts, and toasted almonds. it was that sort of day. {twice a week ;) } finally got a picture of my lemonberry--been meaning to post a pic for some time now. just one of those things you never really get to. but today my mom and i had a few errands, it was a beautiful, sunny afternoon on our town square, i'm in need of an outfit post. . .and the camera was around. voila!
meet my hippie skirt. one of those pieces i've fallen in love with, even though it isn't my typical style. picked it up at my favorite consignment shop because it was long. . .i adore super long skirts. somehow they make me look taller. also trying to incorporate colors other than purple, brown, black, pink, pink, and pink, into my wardrobe. plus it has this awesome shape that makes it drapey and longer on one side, just showing the tips of my toes. i feel extra feminine and a little bit wild in it--out of my comfort zone. confidence in one's wardrobe is so important, and in recent years i've really discovered my sense of style. very classy and girly--and now i have the opportunity to buy clothing i truly love. it's an adventure.
really having a blast withPicMonkey lately. it's even better then Picnik, and free (at least for now.)
this is one of those foul-proof outfits that just *goes* together. the purple top was a natural. i tried it for the first time when my friends visited, trading a brown top for this one. borrowed earrings (thanks Anna!) that are usually hard to style fit perfectly, and just today i combined the flower hair clips. mustard is my current favorite color trend, so this purse gets a lot of use. the neutral color works with almost anything.
living in a small town is chic in a sophisticated, laid back mom and pop sort of way. the restored victorian buildings, the white-haired barber sitting in his chair monday mornings, waiting for costumers. the cupcake and frozen yogurt shops. {obsession.} where folks know you by sight and where the band still plays. . .after 150 years. there is country in my soul, but if i left i'd miss this little bit of "mayberry" goodness.
finally learned to make a perfectly-round "doughnut" bun! ;) so nice getting my string-bean hair out of the way. (it's coming along, btw, for those of you who've been following my progress.) they are so easy to decorate--i'm loving the hair accessory sales at FR21. . .picked up a couple of really cute headbands.
yes, there IS yogurt somewhere in there. don't judge. :P
{With videos that can actually be viewed! Sorry about that, I didn't realize making them private meant they were un-viewable! o.O}
At last, the promised vlog! {or two. ;) } Ugh the terrors of cheap point-and-shoot cameras. But hey, it's home. Yeah, like I {briefly} mentioned, I um, kinda left it in Texas. At a strangers house. Thankfully they were gracious enough to send it back. *ahem* Anyhow. Bluegrass was excellent tonight. There were cookies. {and good music, go figure. The cookies were right up there in amazingness.} Then I came home, watched part of a Waltons episode, {John-boy!} and finished the movie Marty. Highly recommended if you haven't seen it. Which you probably haven't. It's not very well known. Just one of those black and white, cozy evening, happy sort of films. I know somewhere in there I meant to say an important thing--it's midnight, my brain is malfunctioning. . .I'll remember tomorrow. But be proud of me. The VLOG is made! 'night, ppls!
well, today was the last day spent with two of my loverly friends. i mean, its really sad--now i can't eat fried food and sugar every day! {technically i can if i want, but there's an extra excuse when company comes calling.} and we've had too much fun. . .lots of "shopping" and dreaming of the things we want to buy. {since most of us are poor.} bookstore browsing, cheese tasting, thrift-storing, tip-toeing through a pink, colorful, slightly-creepy "fairy-shop", eating out, (as in hot dogs, candy, candy, and more candy,) hat competitions, {i think we all liked the feathery ones best,} 50's dress-testing, vintage leather gloves, amish food {and LOTS of food in general,} romping 'round our town square, tea-parties, the always amazing, all wonderful, incredible Tintin, british accent giggling. . .and. just a really beauteous time.
it's a compliment when your friend (who happens to be staying at your house for a week,) says (when talking about blogs,) "yeah, michaela does "nonsense" well." hey, i share the very random bits of my mind--with you. and even though i'm not the best blogger, i think that keeps ppls coming back. thanks. it means a lot to me. ♥ someday all the promised posts will be posted, i'll remember to answer every comment, i'll make another vlog, AND have a giveaway. for now--keep reading, and thanks for the loyalty. truly.
an abandoned photo-shoot, in the shire. to commemorate our week. (flop--i'm looking at you. we are doing this someday. soon.) because we decided to check out the ruins behind our house. aka, an abandoned barn and dog kennel. more like a puppy mill. sad to think of that--but really mysterious and awesome to explore! o.O there were old chicken feathers, water bowls, chew-bones, holes in the floor, a loft, bridges. . .
so, while i'm rambling. . .who's seen Tintin? i'm just slightly crazy about jamie bell's voice, even though i've never actually seen him in anything. :swoooon: the motion-capture animation used in the film is out of this world. and Tintin himself is. . .well, i think i actually like a red head. perfect hero in every way.
just so you know. vintage leather gloves in mustard = love. LQTM means "laughing quietly to myself". it's the new LOL. the only worse thing than having a spider in your room is losing a spider in your room. a persons a person, no matter how small. and by all means, remember to be a fruit loop in a bowl full of cheerios.
