Too much money spent on everything but

Embroidery hoops.



Embroidery hoops as the new token of appreciation? I'm in love with the idea.

Ugly face contests

Are one of my favorite things.


Where can I submit this picture to nominate Alex's face as the winner of the ugliest face in the world? I will never stop laughing at this.

In a world where..

beliefs are like naps, you leave them behind when somebody touches you.

Perfection cookie, meet the perfect cakelets.

http://illuminatian.wordpress.com/2009/07/10/mango-chiffon/

Could these cakelets be anymore elegantly adorable? Personally not a fan of mango, due to that whole "allergic" thing. But, besides that, these cakelets are nothing short of awe inspiring. I think I'll change the mango in for banana, inspired by the soy, banana, coconut mocha I had early. My taste buds suggested that banana and coconut walk hand in hand for eternity. I'll propose the idea to match.com and let you know what I hear back.

(If you're wondering what the perfect cookie is [more of a tart, really] look back to my first blog post)

Familiarity,

I'm beginning to miss you. Even a simple street sign with an already conceived memory would be comforting. All these unknowns are exciting & thrilling, but sometimes I recognize someone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. I take the shape of his nose, and the width of her mouth, the color in his eyes to make you appear right in front of me instead of where you are 1,000 miles away.

Every time I want something I don't have, in this instance comfort, I think of something I am thankful for.

I am thankful for:
The luggage we all carry with us. Not our fears & regrets but our memories. I am thankful for the times when I can be doing something so simple such as walking down a street lined with trees when a memory hits me right between the eyes. Usually this only happens when a familiar scent is present, or weather conditions are just right.. the cool air in the shade, the sun falling through the leaves and onto your face.. and I'm 8 years old again walking home from school to my grandmother's house.
If I don't have you, comfort, I have your memories.

Yarn, quilts, buttons, and doilies, oh, my..

www.soulemama.com

This is a glance into my future. I'm a total creep for discovering this woman's blog a long while ago and still following it (without ever saying a single word to her), I KNOW, but the crafts she does with her children & for her home are just too cute! I adore home made homes. Warning: Maternal instincts will totally increase 30% after viewing her blog. You're also going to have the strong sensation to rediscover your old fabric and formulate pattern schemes for that quilt you've been putting off.

Well, at least I still haven't been fired..

I think my manager mistakes my laziness for stupidity and if I wasn't so lazy I would disprove her assumption ;)