Friday?

I am unbelievably happy that today is Friday.

I've had a wave of inspiration (and motivation) with my jewelry business.  Hopefully I will get the chance to craft some things this weekend.  And sleep.  Lord knows I'd love to sleep.  Can it be nap time right now?

Here's today's jewelry collection:

1.  Watch: Michael Kors
2.  Owl necklace: I made this cute little guy for my jewelry line, Copper Alley.
3.  Ring: barse, from Rue La La

I've also developed an addiction to Pinterest.  It's pretty severe.  And it's probably contagious, too.  And etsy.  I'm awful.  This is why my savings account is so sad.  But my jewelry and craft collection is ever-growing!

Love life update: I went on a blind date last week and it was fun.  He's dropped off the face of the earth since then.  Another one bites the dust...

Love and Rockets,
A

Sweet and Crafty

I got the urge to do some crafting yesterday Monday, so I made my way to Michael's with a vague vision of what I wanted to make and not the faintest idea of supplies I would need.  Good thing crafting is like second nature to me.  I wanted to make something where I could hang my ever-growing collection of earrings, but I didn't like anything I'd seen online.

I did like the idea of this piece:

{here}

I bought a piece of art board and a white picture frame and figured that was a good place to start.  When I got home, I marked off the spacing on the board and drilled some holes.  I spent maybe 15 minutes outside in the garage using the drill press.  As I was drilling, I noticed that my feet itched.  In that short span of time, I got 7 mosquito bites on my ankles/feet.  Miserable!  I'm obviously too sweet for my own good.  Shut up.  Anyway, the project is still in the works but I will try to post a picture when it's finished.  

Love and Rockets,

A

Flower Power

Sorry, that's a lame title.  Deal with it.

As you all are probably aware, I'm a craftaholic.  My recent obsession?  Flowers.  I've started making flower pins/bows/accessories.  It's a stress-reliever for me.  I craft while watching trashy television to unwind from my day.  Crafting is sort of like setting my brain on auto-pilot.  I don't have to think; I can just do.  Here are my ribbon flowers:

Sorry for the photo overload.  What do you think?  Anyone want one?

Glue gun burns and kisses,

A

Twinkle toes

Ohmygeeze.  I discovered the Freshly Picked blog today and I'm a little obsessed.  She has so many genius crafts and DIY ideas.  Here's one I want to try for myself:

{via Freshly Picked here}

Now I just need to find me a pair of leather shoes.  Maybe old cowboy boots?

Sparkles,

A

Of Graves

"Can we argue at a later date when it's convenient for both of us?"

Lullaby Appetite by Alexa Wilkinson {here}

I love this line from Alexa Wilkinson's song.  It completely describes how I feel some days.  I just don't feel like putting in the effort to out-argue you today.  You know who you are.  

My workday started off pretty well today.  Yesterday, I bought my pregnant coworker a Sprite and some M&Ms (shhhh!) as a pick-me-up.  This morning she called me and said she was going to bring me a mocha to repay me.  Score!  Another highlight from my day has been exchanging emails with Pam (one of our freight providers).  Poor thing has poison oak on the inside of her eyelids.  I don't know how she is working!  I'd be on a bus to Crazyville, slobbering on the windows, in a straight-jacket.  For reals.  She makes me feel better a bout my haphazard life.  A close friend/coworker, S.E.Dubs, suggested that I call my blog "Accident Prone."  Not a bad idea, but I didn't want to jinx myself.  [Sidenote: I prefer the word "dubs" to saying "W."  Get over it.]

I have a bit of dilemma.  I've been invited to a wedding this weekend.  The bride and I went to college together and were in the same sorority.  We are friends, but not extremely close.  The wedding is in Cola Town (about 2ish hours from where I live), and I'd have to drive by myself.  No biggie, until you remember that I have a broken right foot and driving that far isn't exactly the safest easiest thing on the planet.  I'd also have to rock Das Boot with a cocktail dress and have uneven legs all night because I'd either have to wear flats that are too short or heels that are too tall (or rock the Reebok Easy Tones...).  Not to be vain, but I don't want to look too unfortunate in pictures.  The wedding is on Saturday night.  I'd have to drive back late at night because I have to teach Sunday School at 9:45am.  Do I go even though my heart just isn't in it?  Current verdict: stay home.

It's clearly the birthing time of year, because I have another baby shower to go to this Sunday.  It's for the aforementioned pregnant coworker (KL).  S.E.Dubs and I are going in on a plethora of gifts together, and I decided to make a picture for the nursery, like I did for C(P)W.  KL and her hubby decided to keep the baby's gender a surprise, so I don't have a name for the picture.  S.E.Dubs and I decided to go with the monkey theme, so take a look:

Presh, right?!

I'm pretty proud of it, not gonna lie.  Now, all I have left to do this week is: fill all of my outstanding jewelry orders, plan a Sunday School lesson, plan a devotion and games for Sunday night for the Youth, try to make my apartment livable again so that I can move back in soon, teach Princess Fiona that it's not nice to open doors and run away, teach Princess Fiona that it's not nice to pull the vent cover out of the kitchen floor, find a Lady Gaga wig, make a wish-list for my birthday, and maybe do some laundry.  Bleh.

Because I know you want to see the furbaby, here is a recent picture of Princess Fiona.  I think she looks like a sleeping lion.

Rawr.

And here is a stamp that I bought last night at Michael's that I'm a little obsessed with:

Adorbs.

I bought some light pink blank note cards and some dark pink ink and I am going to make my own stationery.    I think that I might do the flames in metallic gold, because who doesn't love metallics?!

Later gators,

A

To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts

She said, "Pick up the phone

Cause I need to feel more alone

And your voice drives me crazy."

Some Mad Hope by Matt Nathanson {here}

I've developed a recent obsession with nail polish.  I've always been a fan, but I've spent a fair amount of time contemplating colors/shopping for colors/painting my nails in the past 2 weeks.  It's probably because I've discovered fabulous blogs like Vampy Varnish.  I have a tendency to chew on my nails (bad habit, I KNOW) so polish doesn't last too long.  Plus, my jewelry-making takes a toll on my nails as well.  Here is what I am currently sporting:

Lapis of Luxury {essie}

It's sort of a periwinkle color, which I like, because the word "periwinkle" makes me giggle.  Yes, I am almost 24 years old, thank you.  I realize it's probably more of a "springtime" color, but kiss my grits.  I like it.

In other crafty news, I had cause to break out the rubber cement and scrapbook paper last night.  One of my close friends from college, C(P)W is having a baby girl in December.  This Saturday is her baby shower and I wanted to add a personal touch to my gifts.  I bought her some cute receiving blankets (with elephants on them) off of her registry and a super cute book from Barnes and Noble, but I wasn't satisfied.  I decided to make this to adorn the nursery:

Forgive the cell phone picture.  This is an 8x10" frame with a 5x7" opening.  I couldn't go to a baby shower for C(P)W sans monogram!  Here in the good ole South, if you sit still long enough, you will get embroidered with initials in a fancy script.  True story.  So what do you think?  I'm pretty proud of it.  Not bad for homemade.

I'm especially excited about tonight.  I'm doing dinner and a movie with an old co-worker, Pearl Girl.  We've both been so busy lately that we haven't had a chance to spend time together in about a month.  That's just silly when we live in the same city!  Have no fear, it shall be remedied tonight.  We are chowing down on some Japanese food and then catching "Easy A."  I hope it's as good as the previews.  I need a good laugh...or 12.

I haven't talked to The Ex since my last post, hence proving my point that he only talks to me when he needs to get something off his chest or brag about his Flavor of the Week Girl.  Whatevs.  It's actually pleasant to not have his drama clogging my brain.  However, the Universe must have gotten wind of this and has replaced The Ex's drama with Creepy D's drama.  Who is Creepy D?  Let me tell you.  Many moons ago (approximately Summer 2006), I met Creepy D through a friend of the BFFAE's, Biker W.  It was a sketchtastic night, to say the least.  Biker W was a bouncer at a local bar, and somehow the BFFAE and I were friends with the bouncer crowd.  (Seemed like a good plan.)  Creepy D was his unfortunate sidekick.  What makes him so creepy, you ask?  Allow me to fill you in.  Creepy D is a bald man (by choice) with a very tiny head and glasses to cover his beady little eyes.  While he chooses to be hairless on the top of his head, he has a beard.  No, I don't understand it either.  I'm not shallow when it comes to how a fella looks, but I do have my preferences.  The first night I met him, Creepy D asked me on a date.  Here's how that went:

Creepy D: "Sooooo... We should go out sometime, ya know? I'm a pretty cool guy and you seem alright, too."

Me: [silence, pretending like I'm texting on my sweet Motorola Razr phone]

Creepy D: "I know the perfect place.  Bike Night at Hooters!"

Me: [stunned silence, Did he just ask me to go on a FIRST date to HOOTERS?!]

Creepy D: "I don't know if I mentioned this*, but I ride.  Bikes.  I ride bikes.  Like motorcycles.  No big deal.  I like to street race.  It's pretty hardcore.  And I like to have a hot chick on my bike, and I guess you'll do.  I love my bike." (*He'd mentioned it.  Like 100 times that night.)

Needless to say, I made up some excuse as to why I'm afraid of motorcycles, and I declined.  This did not remove him from my life.  Since we had mutual friends, we ended up running into each other fairly frequently.

[Fast forward.]  Creepy D is one of my friends now.  Not super close, but friends.  He dated a girl (we shall call her Shy M) for about a year.  Things got serious and he asked me to go ring shopping with him to pick her out something special for when he decided to propose.  He did not share my expensive taste.  

Creepy D: "There's no way I'm spending $1,000 on a stupid ring!  Got anything cheaper?"

The weekend of July 4, he popped the question and Shy M said yes.  Duh.  Well, to make an extremely long story short, they broke up because her parents didn't approve and she found a new man.  Creepy D can't handle this.  Thus, he calls/BBMs/texts/Facebooks me to talk about his feelings ALL THE FREAKING TIME!  MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY.  It's been 2 months.  I'm at my wit's end.  I have started "missing" his calls and BBMs and I'm suddenly always really busy.  Ok, I swear I'm not a bad person.  I'm just trying not to lose my patience and blow up at him.  I get it, he's distraught.  Been there, done that.  I talked to him for a few HOURS on the phone on Thursday night and listened to him tell me the same stories over and over again, and that's about as much as I can handle.  I inform him that I have a busy week ahead and that I won't be able to talk.  [hint, hint]  He doesn't get the hint.  He BBMs me to say "Hey" like 12 times and calls me at least 5 times by Monday.  And, since he didn't hear from me, he Facebooked my BFFAE to "check on me."  WTF?!  Then, he writes on my Facebook wall and asks me if I'm ok!  Seriously, I'm about to blow at this point.  Steam is coming out of my ears and my face is the color of a fire engine.  I look just like one of those cartoons full of rage.  I BBM him and say, as politely as possible, that I'M FREAKING BUSY AND I CAN'T TALK!  He still hasn't gotten the hint.  Lord, give me patience.

Kthanksbye,

A