Just Braggin'

I had the opportunity, a couple of weeks ago, to 'store-sit' for my friend Adrienne in Canton while she went to her mother's birthday party.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again!

I LOVE THIS STORE!

Adrienne is SUCH an inspiration!

She didn't have any idea that I took these pictures

(so sshhhhhh!)

but everything was so cute I just couldn't resist.

So, I'm not going to clutter up the page with a bunch of words today.

(I know, hard to believe huh?)

I'm just going to let the pics speak for themselves.

P.S. Someone needs to talk me out of buying

this little pink dresser 'cause I can't stop thinking about it!!

New Fun Friends!

Gosh, I love my job!

I really do!

Every day I open the Antique Mall

and wait for new friends to walk through the door.

(I've got a sign from Signature HomeStyles hanging in the store that says

"Enter as Friends, Leave as Family"

and that's truly how I feel about some of my customers).

A few weeks ago a couple of girls came into the store.

They joked and teased with each other the whole time they shopped.

They even split up to shop so one wouldn't find better bargains than the other!

They were SO MUCH FUN!

They seemed to have such a good time together

that I figured they'd been friends their whole lives.

(Well, ACTUALLY, the rest of the story

is that they became friends when one of the girls

started dating the other girl's ex-husband.)

I know, it sounds crazy but I LOVE IT!!!

Anyway, these girls shopped,

found items for each other because they knew what they liked,

and then they shopped some more!

Then we visited, and visited, and visited.

They were just so much FUN!

Oh! And I have to tell you this!!

I was so excited when they were the first customers to use

my brand new vintage shopping baskets!!

And You Know Me!!

I was so excited that I just HAD to take their picture!

So here are my new friends Tina and Kina!...

Thanks girls for stopping in!
See why I love my job SO much?!?

Put Your Big Girl Panties On!

Do you know anyone who's going through a rough time

and is trying to stay upbeat and keep a sense of humor about it?

Then have I got a story for you...

My friend Nancy showed me the CUTEST, SWEETEST idea

and I just had to pass it on.

Nancy has a friend who just found out she has cancer.

And her friend's attitude is so inspiring!

She said she was just going to

'Put her big girl panties on and deal with it!'.

I LOVE IT!!

So, what did Nancy and all her friends do for this woman?

Each one of them MADE HER SOME BIG GIRL PANTIES!!!

And they strung a clothesline up in their meeting room

and hung the panties all around the room!!!

Don'tcha' LOVE IT??!!

Isn't that the BEST idea EVER??!!!

So, here are the Big Girl Panties that Nancy made for her friend:

(pssst! It's an old girdle from the 50's!!!!)

Aren't they just the CUTEST?

--Well, okay maybe not CUTE but precious? adorable? FUN!?!

Have you ever heard of such an AWESOME idea?!?

Nancy had such a good time making these!

She just started going through her craft supplies

and each embellishment became more and more fun!

I think that is what friendship is really all about.

And the idea is just FANTASTIC!!! Definitely worth sharing!

So, if any of you have a friend who needs to be uplifted...

make her some 'Big Girl Panties'

and be by her side to help her deal with life's misfortunes.

Yikes! I've Been Threaded!

Threaded You Say...

What the heck is THAT?

I know...'threaded' is something you do through the eye of a needle. So what's that got to do with me?

I can hear my girls now..."Bah! Hah! Hah! Mom you are so funny!"

Now I've been listening to my daughter Tif tell me for months now how great it is to get 'threaded'.

"It's the newest thing", she says.

"It will totally replace waxing. I Love it!", she says.

"It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as waxing", she says.

(Note to self...never trust anything Tif says.)

This week I had a 'makeover mom' day and got my hair cut and decided to have my eyebrows threaded. Why not? I'm not getting any younger and at least I can make an effort to look better.

So, like I said, I started the day with a cute haircut and, since I still had a little bit of time, decided to go all-out and get threaded.

Tif & I stopped at the little kiosk in Stonebriar Mall in Frisco, TX and the 'threader' asked if I wanted just my eyebrows threaded or my whole face.

"MY WHOLE FACE!!!???"
"Do I really need my whole face?...Seriously??" I asked.

"Oh YES!" was the resounding response (which included my own daughter for cryin' out loud!) "See, you've got this little peachy-fuzzy-stuff on your face. ", she says.

Wait...What??!

"Okay. Fine. Do the whole face." (Did I really just say that?)

In all fairness...it really is a fascinating procedure where the threaders take a length of thread and put part of it in their mouth and twist the rest of it between their hands. Then swoosh, swoosh, swoosh 'just like that' they're ripping the hair off your face as it gets caught in the thread.

Here's how my threading experience unfolded...

• I sit down to what I believe will be a quick, painless way to sculpt my eyebrows.
• Without warning the threader starts ripping hair off my eyebrows and I start having second thoughts about this 'whole face' thing.
• Is it inappropriate for a mom to cry in the middle of the mall?
• I tell the threader that maybe I'll just do the eyebrows. But ohhhh nooo...she and Tif insist that I should do the whole face. (Is it possible to ground a 27 year old?)
• Okay...Focus...try to remember lamaze.
• Tif looks at my shirt and remarks that I should be sure to tell Dad that the long hairs on my shirt are from my haircut NOT my face. (FUNNY Tif, that should be OBVIOUS!!)
• Threader is FINALLY finishing when her co-worker walks up and says, "Wow!, Did all that hair come off her face?"

SERIOUSLY!!!???!!! (Does she think I'm some kind of Wolf-Woman?!)

Whatever!

Well, at least I'll never have to do this again right?

That much pain it should be forever right?

WRONG!! Oh Heavens Nooo!! Only Two Months! ... Two Months!

I'm thinking Wolf-Woman might not be so bad.

P.S. I wonder if there's such a thing as fat-threading? Hmmmm.