Rolling Stone Vest

Rolling Stone Vest

I saw this lace vest at ModCloth and yeah, I wanted it...but ... "well, no, you can't always get what you want" I went to the thrift store to browse for stuff, and I found some lace curtains for a buck. "but if you just try sometimes you just might find, you get what you neeeeed." Those [...]

Itty Bitty Peach and Lace

Itty Bitty Peach and Lace

Remember when Mindy shared with us her sweet gender reveal? Well, the baby girl is here! And  after I saw that adorable, chunky face, I knew she needed a little peach and lace. I had picked up a white table runner awhile back at the antique store hoping refashion it into something girly. It made the perfect [...]

Wild Child Allie

Wild Child Allie

Beware the Invitation, 2013  If you allow it, a person—young or old—can come in and bless your soul, change your life.  Allie did that for me. She was my much younger sister, not by blood but by spirit.  My junior year of high school Allie was born, and my dad raised her for the first [...]

Cat Eye Stencils–Do it!

Cat Eye Stencils–Do it!

The Cat Eye is one of those makeup techniques that is just plain fun for me.  My problem was that if I mastered a cat eye shape on my right eye, it was hard to match it exactly on my left.  I looked at Beth Bender's Get In Line Stencil Kits and was tempted, but before [...]

Be Confident—Especially If You Wear A Du-Rag with Snake Skin Boots.

Be Confident—Especially If You Wear A Du-Rag with Snake Skin Boots.

I’ve seen my dad go through two fashion faux pas in my life.   The first was his Rock-n-Roll 80’s that fearlessly trudged on through the 90’s.  He was known then for his big hair, sliced and diced t-shirts, holey jeans, and his white Camaro. I loved that Camaro.  When Dad would sleep in in the [...]

Peeing My Pants In Coach Tate’s Class

Peeing My Pants In Coach Tate’s Class

Oh but you see, I didn’t!!! I swear.  I was falsely accused, and I’ve been serving this sentence—doing time—for years.  I’ve never peed my pants.  (Post partum jump roping just does not count.) There I sat in Coach Tate’s class.  The class was mainly sophomores with a few juniors who dreaded the very sight of [...]

The Patsy Cline Training Bra

The Patsy Cline Training Bra

My dad nicknamed me “Rosebud!”, and it took me years to learn that that was no term of endearment.  Ah, the growing pains of being a girl…even when nothing is growing. When my mother first told me about the training bra, I was five and thought the idea of it was fun—like a new purse [...]