12.09.2009

"Tee!"

Add this to the list of things Hudson is afraid of, yet insists on messing with:


Our lovely, truly wonderful Christmas tree! Ain't she a beaut? At least 50 times a day Hudson will point in its general direction and say, "Tee!" Then look at me for confirmation.

Because of my fondness for all things handmade and vintage, we nixed the kid-slicing ornaments and went for a felt theme. Handmade felt beads and other thingies.

I also added a couple rusty old buckles from some horse gear we found in the woods.

They're kind of heavy on my burly, lush tree, but she's holding up well. Not bad for our very first tree, right? Thing is, this Mother of the Year lost Hudson's first ornament.

Oh wait, no, I definitely didn't say that, Santa.
Goodlistgoodlistgoodlist...

11.30.2009

As I was saying...

Remember that nonsense jibber jabber this morning? Yeah, I wrote a lovely little blurb from my phone about this and that while commuting to work.
Texting while driving? Lesson learned. Doesn't work anyhoo.

So, the point was, today is was Cyber Monday, and I happen to have devoted set some time away every once in a while to show the world the old pretty things I have collected over the years. I definitely charge for such a sideshow, but this weekend I did a thorough slashing of prices on the finds in order to bring vintage joy to the masses.

If you haven't noticed by my decor and fondness for the off-beat, I'm nostalgic for nostalgia. Or something like that. I'll stop this blabber and let you take a look-see...

My loves, I present:
{ oh HELLO baby } in store form!

Bwahaha, joyous right? See how happy wearing vintage can make you?

11.22.2009

Haul out the holly...

I can't help but be in the Christmas spirit already. Is that a bit premature? I hope I wasn't humming "We Need a Little Christmas" (ala Mame) too loudly at work this week. My holiday cheer isn't the product of radio stations flipping to Holiday tunes or the rampant Christmas marketing going on, but the fact that I finally found the perfect tree. Which I won't be revealing just yet.

In addition, I had an epiphany of sorts about a great Christmas card idea--yet to be executed. The above is a preview of the vibe I'm going for. Down home fun on the modern prairie. Yee haw.

I do suppose these wishful dreams are part of the seasonal feeling, and thank goodness for it, because I sure do hate these gray, frigid Midwestern winters. Who likes going outside and feeling like their body is going to seize up and shatter all at once? Not I, said I.

Anyhoo, I'm broke as ever, so this holiday season will be especially chill (pun alert!). The great perk of being broke is that I have the urge to jump on every free community activity. This last week was the 'big town' next to ours' holiday lighting thingy (ceremony? I dunno.), complete with Santa himself. I was all pumped to go--until I realized I wouldn't be getting home from work until a half-hour after the big she-bang.
Darn you, grown up life.

To be real here, and no offense to the jolly man, appearances by Santa before Thanksgiving are a little too gung-ho for me. Turkey, then reindeer people! It's the natural way.
And as evidenced by my $30 from-China "Pine" tree, Christmas is all about natural around here.

11.08.2009

The Midge Reveal... Part 2: Hudson's Room

Hmm...what could this light and colorful place of a room be?
Let's take a gander.


Judging by the passed-out toddler in that crib, this must be the man of the house's lair.

Indeed, it is.
The little poophead darling has a reading and play nook, which somehow ends up in the yet-to-be-revealed living room more often than not.


Sleeping/changing. Love this crib.

The mobile has origami fishies.


For those curious about Mona, it is a screenprinted poster--way cooler than your average glossy poster.


The end.

See the set on flickr here.

10.28.2009

Our new mutt

Apples or oranges? Cats or dogs? I'm not a big fan of fruit or pets at this point in time.
However, I've been thinking about the furry friends lately. Before I even conceived a child my mom has been threatening to buy my kid a puppy. Why? Well, back in the day I spent 400 of my hard unearned savings to buy an overgrown chihuahua puppy from a store in the mall. I downright staged a protest in the middle of the mall to get that thing. He was like the opposite of the runt of the litter, but that look was heartwrenching. That protest to get him was where my efforts stopped in regards to Chichi. I took him out when I felt like it, and he had free reign to mark the house the rest of the time.

The dog was so nuts that he would attack strangers as they left, rather than when they came in. Needless to say, my mom wasn't pleased that the obnoxiously crazy dog was hers to take out at 6 a.m. in the middle of Midwestern winters.

We had a cat, beloved Boots, who lived to a ripe old age with much less fuss. I do think I'm more of a cat person. Felines have an heir of snob about them and generally keep to themselves unless they're complaining or want something. In comparison to the needy and hyperactive canines, cats are relatively easy. That's totally my style.
{ Don't read too much into the "easy" part, mkay? }

Anyhoo, bless her heart my mom did get Hudson a dog this past weekend or so, and I tell ya what--I love the sucker. I've had my eyes on this very dog for four whole years. Four.

Just have a look-see at this magnificent creature. He (or she?) is excellent with Hudson, is by far the easiest pet you will come across, and oh that beautiful, lustrous coat.



Ta-dah!!

He/she is still unnamed, but surely something will come to me before the lug expires or gets stolen. Don't let the charming good looks fool you...




...it bites!

This, my two blog readers, is where cats fail. They just can't guard an adorable little cottage the way a 150-lb pink bulldog statue can. Thank you, freaking thank you, Grandma, for either being a) forgetful or b) not nearly as vengeful as I had come to believe.