The coolest thing on our wall-2

The night of my birthday my mother got out a box of old hankys that she had and we laid them out with the ones that (John got for me for my birthday.)  They all fit perfectly together.  
 Some of them belonged to my great great Aunt Annelle and some belonged to Zede, an old family friend.  My mother gave any of them to me that I wanted.  I had BIG PLANS for these guys. Big plans.

My mother also gave me my Great-great Grandmother's earrings for my birthday.  Her name was Ula Minta.  Rumor has it, she killed off like 7 husbands.  Sassy lady.  I also got my great grandmother's old sewing scissors.  Treasures.

The next morning my mother ironed each hanky for me and we went on a walk together.  On our walk we looked down and mom noticed that our shadows were completely identical.  It gave us a good laugh but to be honest, I am so grateful to look just like her.

Then we met up with my sister to go shopping with all of my BIRTHDAY $$$.

(a little pre-shopping pic)

In charming Charlie's.

(My beautiful, beautiful sister, in a headband she would never buy but I think she looks rather stunning.  Are you smeyezing?)

On the other hand, she bought this one right away.

Then I got these...

and my sister bought me these..

and I got this sweater and necklace.

After John got out of his interpreters course we went home and I got to do my Hanky project!

Earlier that day mom and I had gone around and procured several album art square frames.  We placed the ironed hankys in the frames and decided which order to hang them in.  It was quite strategic.

(The layout)

The finished product.  I love it when dreams become reality.

I cannot WAIT for that wall paper to be gone.  They said they would remove it sometime this month. Then we will finally have walls that don't look like jail cells.  

We spent the rest of the evening pretending to be drunk off of blueberry juice and rolling each other up in an exercise mat and taking turns driving the other person caaarraaazzzaaayyyyyy.  Perfect birthday weekend.

Making something out of nothing

I have been bored for quite some time with how our bedroom has looked.  I probably redecorate things about every 3 months. I thought to myself, "Well, other than the kitchen, this is where Mr. Murphy and I spend most of our time."  So,with no budget for new decor I looked around the house for something to change up our bedroom scene.  I walked around searching and searching.  "There must be SOMETHING in this little old apartment I can use!" 

I got distracted with my search and I began to move furniture around.  I thought maybe that would give me some inspiration.  I have always wanted to "catty corner" the bed so I figured I would just go right on and move all of that furniture by my little old selfy!  So, 15 minutes later, I had everything in place.  I'VE GOT IT!  We need a headboard.  Now, what to use?  Then a light shown and angels sang as I spotted our ironing board in the wash room!

Who are we kidding, we don't even USE an ironing board.  If John wants something wrinkle free we throw it in the dryer with a wet rag, it works just as well, so don't judge.

I grabbed that thing and put it behind the bed and threw a birdcage, a picture frame, some old books, and a candle on there. DONE!  A newly decorated bedroom in 30 minutes tops.  

Something out of nothing.

I think it's actually a rather unique idea.  I love it.  See below...I am proudly displaying my non-folded, non-hung laundry in the left corner there.  Don't get me wrong, I like a clean house and all but if it comes to spending time with my husband or cooking something yummy, I'll be doing that instead.  I don't know what it is about laundry that is SO painstaking for me. So, "In your face laundry, nobody likes you."

I have a problem and an obsession.  Someone help me!  Does anyone see a theme here?

In other news, I made some nasty Mac-n-cheese a couple of weeks ago for the kids I babysit for.  I tried the "making something out of nothing" technique here and apparently that doesn't fair well in all situations.  A word of advice: don't try and make gourmet mac-n-cheese for kids with a Kraft box of mac-n-cheese.  The powdered cheese and real cheese surprisingly don't mix.  That's what I get for trying to be creative with processed cheese.  Fail.