We made it out alive!

Well, as usual, even though I was trying SO HARD to be in the moment, I blinked my eyes and Christmas was over. My five-day weekend was over. Commence post-holiday sadness. Commence tripping over Peyton's Christmas haul every two minutes.

On the bright side, it's only a two-day workweek, we are hosting a sa-weet New Year's Eve gathering at our house this year, and now that the holidays are practically done I can really start focusing on the finer details of getting this business up and running (namely, getting my stuff SOLD).

I'm very excited for more supplies to come in. Valentine's Day stuff is BEGGING to be made, and I've started designing my Easter and Spring collections, so yessss&yayyyyy to that!

If you're tired of logging into my store and seeing just earrings: fret not, my friends. I've got a few nice tricks up my sleeve that I think you'll enjoy. I've been sewing till I'm cross-eyed every night and I'm so excited to get some new goodies listed!

So, did Santa treat everyone well? What was your favorite part of this long holiday weekend? Feel free to share in the comments.

wedding planning, crafts, life, oh my...

Can I just say that sometimes I think my eyes are bigger then my metaphorical stomach?

This is any given workday:
Wake up at 6:30. Get ready for work.
Wake up Peyton (because she finally SLEEEEEEPS!). Get her ready for the day. Pack diaper bag. Wrestle her into her car seat (we still scream bloody murder in the car, yayyyy!)
Drop her off at the house of whoever's watching her that day.
Get to work by 7:45.
Run any errands I need during my hour-long lunch. Usually run out of time to actually eat lunch.
Finish at 5:00.
Remember at whose house I dropped off Peyton and pick her up.
Get home.
Make dinner.
Eat dinner.
Clean up Peyton.
Clean up dinner.
Bath time for Peyton.
Bedtime for Peyton.
Shower for me.
Clean up the house.

THEN you would think it would be bedtime for me. But lo and behold, I am a slave to the overachiever in me. Once all of that is done, it's time for crafts. You name it, I'll be doing it on any given night: building inventory for my newest endeavor, crocheting (Christmas is coming!), making things for our impending nuptial event, or just making pretty things for the house.

I am a sucker for anything involving a hot glue gun or a crochet hook, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Even when it entails lack of sleep. My ultimate goal is to surround myself with personal, handmade, pretty things, because there is no greater feeling in the world than looking at something and saying "I made that." (this goes for mini-me as well, even though she was not born of hot glue guns and crochet hooks). I've taken my sickness for all things handmade about a thousand steps too far: nearly every element of our July 2013 wedding will have a handmade touch to it.

It's an intimidating thought; I look at my wedding DIY Excel spreadsheet every day (crazy? yes) and click through each tab with it's own project. And then I look at my wedding to-do spreadsheet with each tab its own month and several projects to be done (I may be super crazy, but I am super organized). And then I look at my pile of inventory that I'm slowly building for my shop launch. And I shake my head and I laugh at myself because really...

Who actually hand singes individual petals and then stitches together enough flowers for a bridal bouquet plus three bridesmaids' bouquets, eight boutonnieres, and four or five corsages?
Who actually sits at home and assembles umpteen million fabric flowers for brooches and clips that will be listed for sale very, very shortly?
Who reeeeeally thinks that that cute frame could be mod podged into a nice display for that seasonal printable she saw on Pinterest last night?
Who decides that she can squeeze in just one more crocheted hat before seriously, IT IS SO LATE GO TO BED.

So really, this is what my blog will mostly entail: a glimpse into the life of a serial crafter, because seriously? This next year is going to be a wiiiiiild ride.

I sincerely hope my glue gun doesn't crap out on me. I love that damned thing.

Change is a-coming

Well.

Here I am, friends. Popping up under a new name. Change is certainly coming; change is good, and I'm ready to put into plan something I have been thinking about for a good long while.

I'm only just now putting the pieces in place.

I have a plan.

I have never, ever been so anxious (in a good way) and I am positively buzzing with energy.

You might be curious, so here's a hint:

Maybe it doesn't make much sense now, but I promise you it will soon.

This is my new home on the interwebs (well, one of my new homes...details all in good time). My new home to write about life, my mini-me, crafting, wedding planning, DIY, pretty little things and the small joys that make life beautiful.

Buckle up, friends. This is about to be some ride.