Skinny Jeans.

It is high time to tell the truth. The cold, hard, oh-so brutal truth.
My skinny jeans no longer fit.
After 75 days of being happily married, my skinny jeans have gone and given up on me.
Hold on, loves, because it gets worse.


Upon discovering this fact, I plodded into the bathroom to take an inventory of myself:

• Unruly eyebrows -Check.
• Ponytail full of split ends and an inch of root showing -Check. Check.
• Fingernails that haven’t seen a manicurist- Check.
• Tootsies with remnants of old nail polish -Check.

It’s official. I have become the poster child for life after the wedding, and lemme tell you…it isn’t pretty.


So today, I will be fierce.
    I will tie on my cute, new tennis shoes.
    I will go to the gym.
    I will make a hair appointment.
    I will throw out the Ben & Jerry’s.
    I will get back into my skinny jeans.
                 I WILL.

Living with Darling Hubby has been a glorious 75 days of love, happiness, and lots and lots of delicious food.

Newlyweds, listen closely, you CANNOT eat whatever your hubby eats.

Trust me.

In other news…

• If you love John Lennon as much as I do, you will adore this:
  
• Superman & Wonder Woman have undergone some serious make-overs…does this remind anyone else of a certain group of teenaged vampires?
• Oh, and I finally finshed my DIY wall decal project!

Till then...

To Be Happy.

Picture it:
             A normal day. Darling Hubby is off to work. I am left to my own devices.
Thirty seconds later.
               I have run out of said devices.
                         Now, I am bored.
  I pitter patter around the apartment.
 Our dog, Vladimir, is watching me with vague amusement.

       A list runs through my head of tasks yet to be accomplished.

• Wash clothes.
• Do dishes.
• Write a book.
• Make bed.
• Save the world.
• Go to the gym.

This list proves to be too daunting so, I slump down on the couch in defeat.

      I stare at the wall.

          Blank. Boring. Undecorated. Wall.           

 When a crafty, artsy idea in all its do-it-yourself glory pops into my head.

                 And that, my loves, is when all the trouble began.           

You see, I have a wild obsession with the sticky wall art fad.

 (Don't scoff at me, I can't help it.)

I troll the web to see what I could possibly fill the space with and I find these lovely trees...

stick tree.

big tree.

Like I said, lovely, lovely trees.

But...they cost $75.00 and $200.00, respectively.

        Look, I loved Lisa Frank stickers as much as any girl, but as a grown girl, there is nooo way that I would ever spend that much for a darn sticker.

        No. Darn. Way.

     Fear not, for I found a way to beat the system!

 That's right, I am making my very own tree for under 15 dollars.

       Here's how:

• one roll of black con-tact paper-$6
• one exacto knife-$5
• this handy video from Thread Banger.



Let me just say, Thread Banger makes it look super simple, and I'm sure it is...if you are doing a small project.  I, on the other hand, am free handing it, and also working towards making something quite large.

Day One:

                                           

   Darling Hubby came home and inspected it.

   Me: It almost looks like I just painted the wall.

Him: Indeed it does.

  Me: What would you do if I did paint it?

Him: Paint over it when we move.

  Darling Hubby walks away. Seconds later from the bedroom, a voice emerges...

Him: That doesn't mean that you allowed to paint them!

Giggles. He is adorable.

Till Then...