-Fashion-Forward-Friday- ::: Personal Style (Your Own Look) :::

Some say there is an art to dressing well. That may be true. Mastering what goes with what, knowing which designers are in and which are out, and eyeing exactly where the hemline should hit and how high the heel should certainly take talent.


But let's face it, most of us don't have the time, energy, or patience to elevate what we wear every day to an art form. Our goal is usually to find some that feels comfortable, makes us feel confident, and looks chic. We want dressing to be effortless-and we want to look effortlessly dressed. Yes, there are the enviable lucky few who have a knack for looking oh-so-perfectly pulled together every time they step out the door, and then there are the rest of us, who have to try a little harder (and still those who don't bother at all).  But with the proper tools, the right mind-set, and a little direction, we all can be well dressed in no time. 


Express Your Inner Fashion Sense


Here are tips to find your own style:


-Don't dress in a look straight off the runway or all in one trend.


-Feel free to mix and match.


-Don't be stuck on one style; experiment with new looks. Or, find a signature look and be true to it.


-If you like it, buy it and wear it (with confidence).


-Have fun with trends, but don't be a slave to them.


-Know that keeping it simple is often the best way to go.


-Add your own touch to a look, whether it's a bow, belt, or brooch.


-Do the unexpected. Don't always wear things in the traditional way. 








(((On a side note)))
There are 3 ways to Wear a Blazer-Know the value of a good suit. The traditional twosome looks smart as a set, but the jacket alone is just as chic.


1) A dark suit: You can rest assured you'll look appropriate-say, at work or on evenings out-in a sleek suit. Try a classic, frill-free cut and avoid getting caught up in short-lived trends. Plus, black will always be flattering (and slimming). Find a cut that works for you and stick with it.


2) A jacket * jeans: Your favorite blues with a tailored jacket is what casual chic is all about. A fitted jacket is the most polished.


3) A mismatched suit: Try your blazer with different trousers. A wide-leg style in crisp white, for example, is dressier than denim and a nice alternative in warmer weather. 














It really THAT easy with a great black blazer :) 


I hope everyone enjoys their (well-dressed to impress) weekend! Be safe out there and most of all be fashionable!!!

Tidbit Tuesday :: St Patricks Day Ideas

St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time - a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic.

With St Patrick's Day approaching faster than a leprechaun chasing after a pot of gold, it's time we get into the spring of things and start preparing for the decorating for the holiday. 

No need to get all clover'ed out and splash shamrocks from floor to ceiling. There are plenty of ideas you can do to get your pad prepped for patty's day and here a few:

Add a centerpiece to your dining table or ottoman/coffee table that is emphasized in the green family. Green vases and jars, greenery from your own yard or even faux picked up at the local JoAnn's. Either way, you can go all out without going all gaudy. 

(Anything set upon a gold tray is GOLDEN in my book...PERIOD!)

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A simple ribbon tacked into place with pearls push pins and placed upon a small saucer (from any local dollar store) will lighten the mood.

Placing Granny Smith apples into a glass vase or jar will add some eye-popping color to any corner.

You can also do this with leftover green ornaments from Christmas. Get out the box of decorations from this past holiday and see what you got to work with that is clever.

And don't forget: If you are entertaining for the evening, nothing screams Happy St Patrick's Day like corned beef and cabbage. 

Corned Beef & Cabbage Recipe

If prepared properly, it'll have all your guest feeling lucky you invited them. 

A good drink I'd like to offer would be the classic Mint Julep. It's refreshing, down home, and sure to be a crowd pleaser. Garnish with a couple mint sprigs (or even a four leaved clover if you come across any) would be festive.

Mint Julep Recipe

Happy Decorating for St Patrick's Day! I wish you all but luck (you'll get plenty of that when you find the pot o' gold :)

2012: The Happy Home Project (basement brush-up)

To anyone else: a basement is a basement. It's dark, dingy, and drab. It's where the cobwebs go to grow and the dust bunnies jump as if in a garden of plush greens. 


Well, my basement is the same. It's NOTHING special and it's all of the above aforementioned. It's where we store things; anything from extra garments, shoes, handbags, toys, ski gear, painting supplies, crafting supplies, the vacuum and carpet shampooer, a pool table that is currently being used for more storage and an extra queen sized bed that we'd love to have guests sleep in but the remainder of the basement makes us too ashamed to even show them that we have a basement at all. Most importantly, it's where I do the laundry. 


It may be my obsessive compulsive behavior acting out again, I do my very best to keep it at bay, however; like the bathroom; I don't see ANY sense in trying to take a shower or clean yourself when the surrounding area is filth. The moment you step foot on the bathmat set outside the tub, you feel like jumping right back in right? The same goes with the laundry. I've literally been avoiding EVER possible instance when I must step foot to the basement and upon retrieving the laundry from the dryer, I quickly scramble upstairs to do the folding as to not get any of my laundered clothes dirty again. (I know! Sounds crazy right? Well, if the shoe fits...and I've ALWAYS been fond of shoes:))


I look at the basement as what it is: its the foundation to this (happy) home. It's the building blocks that holds the rest of the structure (that I work so diligently on maintaining). It shouldn't go without being noted.


So, with NO money at all and no plan to boot...
Well...actually I just went downstairs to retrieve the laundry and started sweeping while I was waiting for the buzzer on the dryer to sound. Sweeping led to dusting which led to cobweb removing and rearranging of almost anything on the floor to get to the dust bunnies which led to moving more things around which led to about an hour of me downstairs (the longest I've ever been down there, especially by myself) yelling to the kids, "I'm downstairs!" In unison I hear, "Where?!" I scream again, "I'm downstairs." I hear the elephant stampede down the first flight of stairs, then the second flight right above my head. Then I see their faces peering through the open door at the top of the last flight, bending down to see me. My son says, "Mom? Why are you down here?," when he really wants to say, "What the hell are you doing down there and most importantly why are you alone?" It's quite terrifying and they were as surprised as I was. 


I only got to roughly 1/16 of the entire space that needs a good overhaul but I'm satisfied with the progress thus far (and even more satisfied that I did it all with things lying about the basement:)

bLaH right?!?! Now you know why I've NEVER been a fan of doing the laundry. I simply have NO inspiration, no motivation, and nothing pretty to look at while I'm laundering the loads. 

And?..

I used some old closet doors to partition off the water heater and furnace and threw some old curtains up behind the units to hide all the mechanical features and the cinder block walls framing the atmosphere. I pulled in an older metal shelf that wasn't being used for anything in particular, gave it a good scrub and placed all my laundering necessities neatly upon it. I then took an old dividing screen that has seen better days. It's so old that the only thing remaining was the actual frame. I used $1 wrapping paper I had left over from a previous project and I simply taped it into place. I will most likely find some fabric to affix into place at a later time but for the moment, this is what I had and it works fine. 

Pretty proud of the project. It makes doing laundry much nicer to attempt and it certainly makes me want to get busy on the rest of the area. It's inspiration to a rather dark and drab basement and until there are actual walls or flooring (aside from concrete), the used up dividers, drapes and throw rugs are barely breaking any budget for this basement brush-up.

My laundry room is like life: I'm continuously sorting it out (one load at a time). 

-Fashion-Forward-Friday- ::: Great Finds :::

The Basics : Pieces you can save on

Luckily, when you're wardrobe building, there are many places where you can skimp a tad. It's not about low quality, it's about knowing what should be easy on the budget. 


*Jeans- While, hands down, most people claim to get more wear out of their jeans than any other article of clothing, there is still no need to spend big bucks on your blues. Yes, we all have our favorites that get a lot of use, but we are also fickle and no doubt happier to have more than one cut to choose from- at least a pair to wear with high heels and one to wear with flats. Besides, who needs high maintenance denim? You won't think twice about throwing more affordable jeans in the washer and dryer. 
I scored on a pair of black straight leg jeans from a thrift store this past weekend. 99 cents Green Tag Special and they are superb! SUPERB I say! 


*Pants- Think of them as dinner-table dressing. No one sees your bottom when you're sitting at a table, behind a desk, or even having a tête-à-tête at a crowded party. So why empty out your wallet on something that gets so little attention? Spend on your top. If that's exquisite, it'll keep all eyes up (to your smiling face).


*Skirts- Following the same logic as pants, skirts are the second half of your outfit and are a support for your top, therefore they don't always have to be so pricey. Yet, unlike pants, they have the potential to define you- say, tantalizing in a thigh-high, demure in a dirndl, or powerful in a pencil- so choose your skirt shape wisely.


*Button-ups- (my fav fashion find) These no-frill tops aren't meant to last a lifetime. White is the color of choice for the men's-style shirt, which means its needs to be laundered a lot-and it requires ironing to keep it neat. Therefore, the shirt gets worn out fast. Since it is best sharp and crisp, you'll want to restock often. My favorite cut is from Express and although they can be pricey, I've been lucky enough to stock my closet with one from almost every color in the rainbow including black and white from second hand stores as well. If you find them on sale at Express, stock up on them. They're timeless and classic and can go with almost anything.


*Lightweight knits- Thin sweaters are ideal for layering, so it's advisable to have many in your stable. Because you'll use these as flexible go-to items (over anything, under some things, thrown in your bag in case you get cold), multi-ply, heavy-duty fabrics are not necessary. Fine (and therefore less expensive) wool or cotton works best.


*Tees & Tanks- This is the most obvious are where you can pinch pennies. There are plenty of brands out there offering well-made tees with appropriate price tags. Look for longer styles for more layering versatility. So, when you find the best fit and fabric, stock up!


"If you find something you like, get it in two colors." -Elle Macpherson

2012: The Happy Home Project (More than meets the eye)

As I've mentioned before, upon starting out on this whole adventure, this entire Happy Home Project is about more than just what is aesthetically pleasing; it's about much more than what meets the eye.


Sure, it's apparent, we all want our homes to reflect our personal styles and family behaviors. We like to have things comfy and cozy for nights of snuggling and watching movies and we want our rooms to shine with happiness as our souls do upon entering such said rooms on bright mornings filled with chatter and laughter. We like to update where we can, downgrade where we like, sweep and scrub, polish and primp, and fluff our stuff to the fullest right? (((winking))) RIGHT!


However, when your spirits are feeling low and like they're barely hanging on; like the cobwebs hanging in the corner of the unreachable corner of the tall vaulted ceiling; it's irrelevant the glow that reflects on the walls when the sun shines through. It's difficult enough to climb out of the bed in the morning, let alone make it when you finally do peel yourself from the sheets. 


I'm in that slump. As much as I want to make this Home Happy, I realize it's not about how much effort I put forth; it's about the rest of the family that make up this Happy Home. If I haven't the help of all parties, the appreciation and acceptance from everyone involved in this Happy Home; it's not much a Happy Home no matter what color I paint it or how many throw pillows I throw upon the sofa to cuddle and relax. The candles go unlit, the dusting and vacuuming of the floors goes longer between takes, the pillows are not so fluffed (like my confidence), and the response has been the same. 


It's not the Happy Home when the smiles and laughter are replaced with shattered dreams and endless hopes. It's not the Happy Home I had constituted. It's not the utopia I had placed highly on my most valued (dusted) shelf and let shine in the light and glory of each new day. It's nothing like I had hoped, nothing like I had imagined, and worse than it's ever been and worse than all, there's no sense in opening the drapes in the morning, sunlight isn't seeming to shine here.


I quite possibly should have started on the basement, fixing it up here and there, scattering some throw rugs over the cold concrete floor and plugging in a fluorescent lamp with a snake neck for altering the mood in the corner of the room and placed myself down there (in peace). That way the sun would only be possible to shine through one small corner window that is covered by clothing racks. That way I could step foot on the floor and relate the coldness to that of the heart of others. That way I wouldn't be able to nail pictures into the wall to surround myself with smiling faces, only scotch tape them to the cinder blocks to showcase the jail cell I currently reside in. It makes complete sense to me and although that might be fine for others to live with; this Happy Home(Maker) might need to find some new digs to fill with happiness. 


It's nothing that is set in stone, nor can be done overnight; but the thought is burning bright like the vintage lamp that currently resides in the upstairs family room (where no family resides). We currently spend our days in our separate spaces of the house, no talking over the dinner table because "dinner is meant to be quiet"???, and no doing homework at the dining table because it was supposed to be fixed when we moved in and later broke apart again and crashed all the dishes to the floor, breaking everything in its path; including the spirits of 4 small children who were shaken with fright and startled with surprise. 


That table has 4 legs, one leg is off balance and just rests there and lets the other 3 legs do the work. If someone (or something) taps the alignment of that leg within an inch, it'll all come crashing down. I wanted to glue it. Why not?! They make glue stronger then the wood itself. It would signify the solidarity of the table, add some oomph and strength and live to host another dinner. However, that was a "silly idea"-to put it kindly. "It will get fixed." Yet another thing being spoken and then left floating about in the air like the dust filling the room since the furnace filter has yet to be replaced. (It's been purchased already ((thank you))). <<<>>> 


That table is a trademark to the family that resides in this Happy Home. It takes all of us to stand it up, working together to support the strength of the table top that is this family unit. One person falls down, gets out of whack, off course a bit and the entire top comes crumbling down with everything that was piled upon it. However, the other 3 legs stand strong. They're attached, they're firm and they do their job to the fullest. They stand tall, they stand proud, they support. 


Looks as though I might have to listen to myself and glue that damn leg ...OR get a new table altogether.


I haven't decided yet. Either way, that bum table leg has to get a complete overhaul or it'll find itself out on the curb Monday with the rest of the trash. It needs all your thoughts and prayers. Pray for the leg. It needs the assistance, the support, the strength and it has proved it's not possible to do it by itself. 


Thanks for the support!


Until next time...enjoy your Happy Home; big, small, contemporary, or country. It is what you and your loved ones make it to be; try to keep it Happy :)

2012: The Happy Home Project (Dining Room Chand)

H8 2 Decor8? NOT ME! I'm obsessed and although I've been out of commission (errr...staples) these past few days, have no fear! I am back in gear!!!


While enjoying my favorite part of the day---romantic evenings huddled around the dining table after the hustle and the bustle of the days routines have settled down nicely like the meal set neatly upon the table. All 4 children settled in, ready to get to their storytelling about the days events. The stories and the memories are always wonderful. The light fixture hanging above the dinner table?...not so wonderful.

It has good bones, a nice sprawled out design that can easily light the entire dining area but the orang(ish) color had been peeling and flaking off this old fixture and I was NOT having it!

And clearly there is no sense in updating and making the rest of the space presentable (yet functional) if this gawd awful fixture is old and dilapidated. It had run its course and it was time to bring it back to light. 


So...
I got to work! 

Some light sanding and some mild soap and warm water got them in painting condition.

And while the first coat of paint was drying, Jaxon and I made banana bread and while it was baking in the oven, we laughed and giggled to pictures we posed for while nestled on the kitchen floor. 


I've finished up with the second coat today and hung the final project. Not a dime was spent to update the 'lier (used excess paint from my inventory;) 

I can't wait to see it lit (in the grand golden hue it is) when the sun falls neatly upon the late afternoon. 

Slowly but surely becoming a Happy Home?! .... I think so :)

I hope that each of you enjoy the rest of your week and have a joyful, fun-filled weekend with family and friends (in your Happy Home no less)

"A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams."
Cheers to your happy home! (and yes, I have a glass of champagne in my hand) I deserve it. 


On to the next project...

-Fashion-Forward-Friday- ::: Ultimate Classics :::

The Timeless Staples


Once you have your closet essentials down, it's worth stocking up on pieces that will always look great, no matter the trend du jour. Think versatility, longevity, and everlasting appeal- the clothing that style setters from Catherine Deneuve to Kate Moss have always relied on. 


*White Tees: They are the all-American standard. You'll always find uses for basic tees, whether atop denim on weekends or with a dressy skirt for a sporty edge. They're also the ground work for layering.


*Cashmere Cardigans: As a part of a sweater set or in a longer V-neck grandpa cut, a button-up sweater offers the most adaptability- perfect with a pencil skirt for work, sexy at night with nothing underneath or as a cocktail-dress topper, and a great layering piece for casual days. Classic colors- camel, navy, black, and gray- will get more wear than brights or patterns.


*White Jeans: A more glamorous take on the basic jean, these clean pants are effortlessly cool. All they need is a cashmere V-neck on top for a jet-set aura. They even work in the winter paired with a cozy knit or fur.


*Shift Dress: Think Jackie O's simple, pared-down, but polished style. The minimal frock couldn't be easier to wear- working with a blouse or a tee under, with flats or pumps- making it a no-brainer for every woman's wardrobe.


*Trench Coat: It's the ultimate symbol of chic- loved by woman young, old, curvy, slim, conservative, or edgy. It's a versatile piece that is at the same time practical, glamorous, and cool. Whether you wear it over worn-in jeans or a fancy dress, you're sure to look sophisticated.  






 





 







It is not my intention to make this post entirely about Jackie O or her endless and timeless  style, however, I started searching and couldn't simply find one picture to post of this iconic fashionista. And?! She deserves a little bit more of a write up than I am currently capable of, and although she has been covered endlessly and praised upon everywhere; I figured the pictures do the most judging and Jackie O's got it!!!


Now?! Have a wonderful weekend where I hope you enjoy dinners in (or out), event hosting (or attending), cocktail tasting (or downing), and may you always be dressed the n9nes in any occassion. Because?!...you deserve to be!


Happy Friday and Have a Great, well dressed to impress Weekend!

2012: The Happy Home Project (Downstairs Living Area Wall)

We're completely snowed in & it's absolutely great! I have all the children filling the house with lovely sounds consisting of "I'm bored!" and "What are we going to do?" as if I am the ringmaster and in charge of orchestrating this circus. 


I was the type of kid that you'd put me in a room by myself with a pencil, a piece of paper, and anything I could use for a straight edge and I'd be occupied for hours upon hours. I'm still that way come to think of it. Nowadays it's like kids have lost their imagination sometimes. I don't mind showing them though; gives us more time to spend together AND makes the world seem to slow down for a bit while seeing the world from their eyes.


Upon deciding to paint a portion of the living room wall that was (you guessed it) left in despair, I threw all the pillows and cushions off of the couch to make easily accessible to the space needing a face-lift. Imagine having to show the children how the pillows and cushions could be used for many things if they only used their imagination a bit. "Like what?"- it appears I must be the brains and fun behind this operation as well huh? Gladly! 


After getting them to engage in fort building, dog piling, puppeteering and wrestling to their hearts content, I slowly proceeded stepping backwards and got to work on the wall that needed work.

(Clowns in my circus)

Here is a look at the wall that needed work (which is exactly what I have named it upon moving into the house). I'd say, "I might get to work on that wall that needs work," and I'd continue to roll around in bed; making every possible excuse not to exit the egyptian cotton hug I am always wrapped up in.

Today, while being snowed in, I figured it was the perfect opportunity to get started since I had the extra paint and the frog tape left over from the previous painting gigs.

It's not as though it needed an entire face-lift but the patches I have grown accustomed to since being in the house really have no place in my life, especially on walls I see every day. 

So, I got out the supplies, and got to work!

I didn't have enough paint leftover to do the entire wall 2 coats and that would make my downstairs living area entirely too dark and gloomy anyhow. I simply taped off the area I wanted highlighted and covered the spots with a symmetrical square to accent some artwork I wanted hung.

And wah-lah! In the words of Alicia Silverstone in Clueless. "Not a total Betty but a vast improvement." Not to mention very inexpensive and took me approximately 2 hours (drying time between coats included).

I will eventually frame out the rectangle with some basic black trim to add dimension. I might even add some small black shelving (2) to add some candles and other small treasures we have from my husband's home land of Greece for additional detail.

(and I'll replace that lamp that sticks out like a sore thumb)...but all in due time! :)

Snow is fine by me so long as I have something creative to work on while stuck inside all day. I managed to color (with crayola) a self-portrait of myself and surprisingly enough it was actually ok. Sophia says, "You are killing me! Is there anything you CAN'T do good?!" I replied, "Do well Sophia...Is there anything I can't do well? And the answer is NO. If you enjoy doing whatever it is you are doing, you will find you will always do it well." And it really is that simple. (I didn't start in on a deep conversation about being a perfectionist or OCD- I figured I'd better wait to open up that much. She'll figure it out soon enough on her own anyway.)

I'm behind a week in the Happy Home Project it would appear to the outside world. I haven't posted anything for last week that was done around the house and that is due to the fact that I ran out of staples for the project I was working on. I had to put it in the garage until I can get to Lowe's. It really drives me up a (freshly painted) wall to start something and not be able to finish it but I know it will get done, again, all in due time. 

Simply put: "Too many trials I have personally known, I'm trying to give my kids a happy home." :)

-Fashion-Forward-Friday- ::: Every Woman's 5 Must-Haves :::

The 5 basic pieces every woman should own!


No wardrobe is complete without certain tried -n- true staples that work as the foundation for any look. Use these key items as your building blocks:


1* A dark -preferably black- lean suit. The jacket and trousers can be worn separately for more mileage.



2* A pencil skirt. This can be A-line if it's more flattering for your body type but should be simple and refined.



3* A crisp white shirt. Dressed up or down, it will always look chic.



4* A great pair of jeans. A straight cut in a darker wash is more versatile.

5* A little black dress. dba the LBD, it will never let you down.




I've found that splurging a bit in these departments, making certain you have the right cuts for your body style, and really NOT compromising is the perfect recipe for achieving the looks that will be timelessly classic and chic. Not to endorse but I find (being slender and tall) that NY&CO usually has my inseam in stock (and that goes for any shape or size) and Express is always a place to look for these essentials. Visit them @ the right time and who know?!! You might be able to score a killer deal!


"Tailored items should be well made and well designed. So, investment will be rewarded."-Giorgio Armani

Hungry

The tension around him was thick; clicking away like a metronome; time passing by before their eyes. She plucked a grey hair from her dyed head and examined it under the light. She was still young. Why did she always feel so damn old? She tossed it into the wastebasket next to the vanity and smiled while peering into the reflection that stared back at her.


She had a discussion with him earlier in the day; asking a question that left the words stuck in the back of his mouth like a piece of bread topped with peanut butter. He was searching for the words like he was searching for a glass of milk. Only soy for him. Pssh..what kind of a species didn't drink milk? Right from the carton no less. She should have taken note then. Somethings about him were just "off" and she'd never understand. It reminded her of the "got milk?" ads years ago and she quietly chuckled to herself without causing him to get abrupt and use his harsh words. The words he used cut like a knife and she was looking for a positive reaction, not the end of a steel blade. That was the whole point at this particular moment. She was exhausted and frazzled by feeling like she was being held up each night. Like she worked as a third shift clerk in any local convenient store. "Give me all your money!" She laughed again. "What money?", she thought, still laughing at herself and the ideas that flickered through her mind like a rapidly twirling movie reel projecting images like a silent movie. She was in charge of subtitles. She was good at that.


"Where is the fun?", she had asked while on a daily trek in a low hung sky kind of afternoon on their way to pick their kids up from school. It was her favorite part of the day. She always knew she could depend upon their sweet faces, their innocent hearts, curious questions, the smiles that graced their faces to further brighten her day. She often lost herself in their world, whether reading books or playing games, trying to place herself in their minds, how she once used to be. She often tried to see the world through their eyes. She was certain it was much brighter and it was always optimistic. She was a happy child; always smiling, always making the best of every situation. She was creative and cool, fun and flirtatious. She was known for being a friendly girl with a great outlook on life. She had a hard time remembering that girl and was most certainly convinced others didn't recognize her anymore either.


Upon picking up the kids, the world would be complete once they'd all settle around the dining table, ready for homework and daily discussions filled with laughs and goofy remarks until papers and pencils were replaced with dinner plates and warm food she had prepared to everyone's liking, or she'd hope at least. They were definitely picky eaters. Each had their own likes and dislikes and weren't afraid to express them. As difficult as it may have been to continually get it right (every meal made to order) she enjoyed cooking for them all, picky or not. She enjoyed them sitting around a table together, sharing their lives, making memories. She was thankful she was able to provide them with the things they needed, the likes and the dislikes. She'd stand over a hot stove preparing Matzo Ball soup and as inexpensive as it might be had a tough time swallowing the fact that millions of mothers were faced with much more dilemma than she. She couldn't imagine being in a position that left her unable to provide for her family or feed them adequately.


She enjoyed watching them at the table before dinner arrived. In his house, children didn't speak during dinner. She hated this rule and it gotten to a point she was too exhausted from disagreeing; never accomplishing anything anyhow. This was their house too and she was certain any story they had to tell was much warmer than pretending she had any interesting thing to discuss. Their interests were off track, different lines, different times, completely different railroads.


She asked him again. "Where is the fun?"
She had stumbled upon the question that hit her like a ton of clay bricks. It was as if a lightbulb was suddenly turned on and hanging above her head like the low clouds hanging in the sky on that particular day.


He couldn't answer the question, not any better than she could. He sat looking at her, mouth ajar and...nothing. She wasn't honestly looking for an answer. She was trying to get a point across to him.


She remembered early days filled with fun, laughter, smiles and endless amounts of affection. When trips to the grocery store were filled with tricks and treats. When cooking in the kitchen was turned into a groping fest; kisses on the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine and into the very tips of neatly polished toes. When ever moment without kids was filled with steamy minutes (or hours-if fortunate enough) in bed; holding on tightly to one another like the moment they were caught up in.


Somehow their life had caught up to them; somewhere in the rat race; and he had tapped them on the back. Turning around, they'd remember the face as if it were saying, "Hey remember me? I'm your life and I'm totally going to pass you by," as it sped past steadily. Mister Fun was somewhere in the same race, regardless of the speed he was going; he was forgotten along the way altogether.


She wanted to become best friends with them once again. Her husband and fun. They belonged in the same sentence like he and her belonged together in the beginning.


He drove a teal colored Jag during that time. The car screamed sex like the perfectly creased oxfords buttoned atop his olive skin. She didn't know which to do first, ask to drive or unbutton his shirt and get him into bed.


Each time he'd pull up in the car to pick her up for a night out on the town, she'd fall completely into him and melt away like the snowflakes hitting the windshield. The flakes were large, like her emotions toward him, and immediately upon hitting the warm surface would turn into small rivers running wild down the slope of the glass. She felt just like that; trying to contain her composure; her cool if you will; but melted away and emotions ran wild.


Regardless of where they were going, what activities were to take place-they'd always had fun. She was curious to know when they had stopped doing so. Did routine and schedules take the place of fun and games? Life had stepped in the middle, presenting the face of reality where fun once stood.


She decided that, with or without him, she would leave an open seat for fun and enjoyment at her table because they were welcome into her home anytime. They wouldn't complain of the soup right?


She vowed to stop taking everything so serious. Where was the fun in that? She knew deep down that making light of any situation was a task to be endured and defeated.


They had been to the edge of hell and back on numerous occasions and weren't hoping to return, not right away anyway. Things had been bad and things had been good. It was up to them to realize all the beautiful things that stood before them. They needn't continue counting the possessions that were missing but accept the things they had and offer praise.


She promised; again, with or without him, that she'd shrug off the things she couldn't control. She'd do her best to stop taking everything so personal. She'd learn to roll with the punches and duck in cover to avoid any further mishaps. There were things out of her control and learning to let go of them would make a much lighter, leaner, understanding mother (and wife, and friend, and daughter, and ..and ..)


They now drove a car that was on its last leg. Even if it had a last leg, it'd need a cast to cover something broken. Every single instance upon stepping foot onto the floor mat and firing up the engine was a surprise after gut wrenching surprise and all it caused was dollar signs to flicker behind her eyelids. It had been this way for months. Every free cent going towards repairs for the soccer mom mobile; setting the status quo for picking up the kids at their schools; waving to every other parent like, "We have money! We pay all of our bills on time. Do you like our car? It's a Volvo. Made in Sweden. How's little Timmy? Excelling at everything just like our perfect kids right? Good to hear. See you in church on Sunday. God Bless!" She laughed just thinking about it. She'd gladly take a city bus to get to wherever she need be; the marriage counselor, the speech therapist, the credit advisor. However this was the suburbs and apparently people from the 'burbs needn't public transportation because they had yet to put stops around the perimeter of the subdivision.


It was a massive world out there and priorities seemed to be jumbled about causing a mess. She wished for smaller. She couldn't help but think about making things smaller; the little things. She couldn't help but to get down on the floor that evening in her son's room; all the children in one confined space. She sat quietly, observing them. She focused on each one, taking in the sights and the sounds that filled the small bedroom. It was complete happiness and she found it in the smallest things, through the eyes of the smallest people that formed their family. What broke down car? What stack of bills going unopened; needn't mentioned unpaid? What problems? Life was grand right there in that small bedroom packed with small people. She could live in a one bedroom shack lit by candle and be happy so long as it was organized and these small people were present.


Old or not, she had transformed from a friendly and smiling young girl to a carefree and wild young adult to a happy and hungry wife and mother. 


Hungry for more...

::: Glamor @ Home :::

If decided to expand my blogging business further into another area I know entirely too much about. I can conquer the interior design world with my many talents (and limited budget) as can I dress to impress with the best (with an equally limited budget).


I strongly believe that your outward appearance reflects how you feel inside. When I am feeling a bit under the weather, caught a bug, laying in my bed praying to be shot in the head by anyone gutsy enough to do the job; I often run myself a bath full of bubbles, lounge and unwind and immediately go the closet to get dressed in something comfortable, yet pleasing. I dab on some makeup and do the best with the tresses as I have the energy for. Upon drinking a cup of hot tea; with a lipstick stain on the brim; I find myself feeling better and better with each passing minute. Any woman can attest to this with the power suit or infamous LBD and black heels. It does wonders for any chip on the shoulder, lack of confidence, & worry or wonder you might have. 


Working from home hasn't traditionally been conducive to glamor. Isn't part of the joy of homeworking being able to please yourself? Perhaps this is why "Do you work in your pajamas?" is the question I'm forced to answer at least once a week. But I think that there's a certain kind of "glam loafing" or "luxurious lounging" that can and should begin at home. And not just when you're getting glammed up to go out. 


Work from home in your pajamas by all means, but make sure that they are in jewel colors and made of silk. An alternative is white or soft-cream-colored linen. If your're feeling chilly, throw on an organza of chiffon wrap, or perhaps a beautifully beaded sweater. 
In winter, velvet or cashmere take to the stage. I often complete this look with sequinned Moroccan slippers which, every now and again, I shrug off to reveal my exquisitely exfoliated feet and perfectly pedicured toes.


I do realize that unexpected guests-whom I always welcome with open arms because I'm always looking my best-might question why I'm all glammed up. I stick to my guns. I do so not only for the people that walk in and out of my home at any given moment, but mostly for myself. Nothing makes me more frigid and timid towards anyone than frumpy frocks filled with flouncy frayed fabrics leaving me feeling the same as such. I'm a stay @ home mother and wife yes? Why certainly. But that is no excuse for allowing myself, nor my wardrobe to appear like I'm sitting on the couch everyday eating ho-ho's right out of the box weeping away to every Soap Opera gracing the television screen. (I do however sometimes sit with a array of assorted nuts or fruits, vegetables and cheeses, perhaps some chocolates I hid away on the top shelf in the cupboard from the smaller beings in my household and laugh hysterically to "How I Met Your Mother" but that's entirely another blog in itself.)




If you'd like to have a go at glam loafing, here are some do's and don'ts.


Don't:
*Wear clothes that are better suited for the gym or jogging. (I am guilty of this but it's all the fault of Ann Taylor Loft. Lounge-wear is made just for that and the fabrics wash up wonderfully. Do switch it up @ times though to something more elogant so it doesn't appear your pilates has consumed your entire life)
*EVER have potpourri in bowls (not ANYWHERE)
*Loaf around without make-up (even if you only apply mascara and 5 seconds with a curling wand. Spend the extra time and then quickly dab some shine on your lips and smile @ yourself each time you pass by a mirror hung on the wall)
*Have a bad-hair day or wear a scrunchie. A low slung bun loosely knotted with strands framing the face is perfectly acceptable)
*Leave dirty dishes in the sink (Not now-not EVER)
*Indulge in general sloppiness 


Do:
*Watch old films in the afternoon (anything with Audrey Hepburn will get your glamor gushing)
*Plump your couch cushions and throw pillows
*Have fresh blooms all over the place
*Take to your bed whenever you feel like it- eye mask is optional
*Have a bathroom of hip hotel standards
*Throw on your husbands pressed oxford every now and again, roll up the folded over sleeves and prance around while you dance around (he'll enjoy it and it'll later smell of you which he'll equally love)
*Enjoy being a charming hostess
*Light candles- church ones or naturally scented
*Spray your favorite fragrance on your neck (just below the ears) and the interior of your wrists. (Amazing what kind of attention Chanel No.5 can attract)
*Observe the Cocktail Hour- From three (the time I head to pick up my kids from school) onwards it's time to up the ante. I like to change into something different; a LBD and knee high boots or a pair of skinny jeans and a plain sweater with coordinated heels-maybe wrap a scarf around my head to hold back my hair). Sip a Peach Bellini in summer, or a martini in winter. 


I most certainly wait for drinking until after I have picked the brood up and safely returned them home. I usually enjoy my cocktail(s) while the children watch me preparing their dinner. (Pretending you are the host of a show on the cooking network is equally entertaining for the entire family).

We all are on different walks of life. We all play different roles and wear endless amounts of hats (oh how I love me some hats)... there is no reason to NOT do any of these roles glamorously. In fact, it should be the only way you do things. 

“I don't mind being burdened with being glamorous and sexual. Beauty and femininity are ageless and can't be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won't like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it's based on femininity.” -Marilyn Monroe

...going forward with glitter & glamor...

2012: The Happy Home Project :: Boys' Room (Update)

And the stripes!!! @ last

Do you remember the room before?

Quite the transformation huh? It's absolutely amazing what a couple sand paper blocks, some tape, and some paint can do. 

In the process...

I had Jaxon pick out the color that he wanted the wall to be. I bought a gallon in a flat finish and a quart in a high gloss...in the same color. I painted the entire wall with the flat finish (3 coats to make it perfect)

I used Frog Tape (don't use anything else, it worked wonderfully) and measured off my 10" sections.

I then painted alternating sections in an A-B pattern with the high gloss giving the effect I wanted so badly to achieve.

While I was waiting for the coats to dry, I took a turn towards the closet and figured I could use my excess flat paint to add some color for a surprising effect. 

Everything is neatly organized just the way we like it :)

I'll add a low console media center for the flat screen television and to hide the gaming remotes and games to the wall that was freshly painted. 

I need to pick up some red curtains to hang instead of a closet door. (Those closet doors on a track system really just irk me. They don't ever seem to stay on track, especially with kids.)

I'll also add the same matching curtains to a rod to hang over the blinds on the window. I plan to find some frames and paint them red to hold various artwork that Jaxon brings home from school (already collecting the masterpieces for framing).

In addition, we'll get some bedding for the bunk bed, maybe throw down an area rug, a couple bean bags...and we'll call it a day! 

I'll post again when the room is in tip-top condition and ready for it's kodak moment. I just couldn't wait to share the painting project I completed successfully. The kids love it!

Until next time...Cheers to your happy home (and a great weekend!)

P.S. How funny that I am covered in blue paint and attending the Blue Man Group tonight at the Orpheum Theatre in Omaha with the eldest children tonight. Not only am I super duper excited, but I'll also blend right in for the festivities :)