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The Making of a Mermaid Tail {guest post by Britton}

Britton asked us for one thing for her birthday- a real mermaid tail. Lucky for her, she has a Mama who loves to sew. She is the one who designed it- from finding the pattern on YouTube, to shopping for and finding the best price for tail material (, choosing the metallic paints and fin material (Wal-Mart). It is only fitting that she be the one to provide a quick tutorial.

By Britton:
I saw it on a you tube video. Next, i stared looking for fabric for it and i started saving up (money). Once I had the fabric I pinned it and my mom sewed it. When the fabric parts were done I painted the tail by hand and let it dry and it was ready to swim in.

This is all she would let me snap of her on her birthday… I’ll have to get her to squeeze into it again for a full length shot.


New Projects

I’ve been “playing house” round here recently, finally checking off a long list of ‘things to get done’.

Starting with….

I painted, for the second time, behind our bookshelves. I saw this Benjamin Moore navy blue on pinterest, and got the crazy idea to try it. It looked a bit more modern than I had hoped, but with some tweaking of accessories it is a nice change to the SW Halcyon Green we’ve been looking at for the past 7 years.

Girls Bathroom
I conquered my aversion to button holes. Roar. The girls old shower curtain was one I had made over 9 years ago, and since then had been using a grosgrain ribbon to tie back the curtain every night at bath time. After 9 years of bathing babies and tying back the shower curtain, I decided it was time to start new. Found this fun fabric at Fabric Guru, and made the shower curtain using the tutorial I found HERE. Of course, once I picked out the fabric it meant I needed to paint, which meant I needed new towels, and to sew a window treatment. It’s like a domino effect. I may tackle the shower curtain in the Raynes/guest bathroom next so I don’t have to throw it over the curtain rod every time I bathe him.

The paint got an update as well so I painted a few coats of Sherwin Williams ‘Antique White’ which is just a fancy name for cream. This way I can change out the shower curtain easily without having to change the wall color. Not that I plan on doing so, hubby who will read this….

Every southern girl needs a monogrammed bath towel, another memo I missed. The girls new hot pink bath towels are very happy sitting on their towel bar with lime green initials. Monogramming can become a bit addictive which is why I try to resist the urge to monogram much.
Finally, with the addition of Mike’s bird mount in the kitchen, I exchanged an antique crystal/brass pendant for a more rustic chandelier. Ballard Design was nice to me with a price tag of only $99. Now I just need to find some shades. BD had the perfect linen shades for $2 but the gal in front of my in the store but every last one. Darn her.

Our creeping fig, a favorite, is finally taking off in the front of the house. We also planted it by the front stairs and hope by this time next year it will have grown some as well. Painters always cringe when they see creeping fig on our painted brick, but I love the contrast.

Needed Wanted some new dried stems for the living room vase- and Hobby Lobby had these paper mache flowers on clearance for $1.97. Just in time for summer.

One of the few items I picked up at Scotts Antique Market earlier this month was this handmade folk art sign. They had so many good sayings it was hard to choose.

Not exciting to most, but fun for a nerd like myself. Still have more projects on deck, like sewing Britton’s Euro shams for her room and painting the girls bathroom vanity (hot pink perhaps?). The patio pots came in this week but still waiting on the upholstery guy for the darn cushions for the seating area. Why is it that all big projects take three times as long as planned? Maybe by fall the patio will be open for business….

Easter Sunday

” He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. “
Matthew 28:6
The weather could not have been better this weekend. low humidity, blue skies, sunshine- and we have made the most of this celebratory time with trips to the beach, church, bunny shaped candy, family dinners{/Master’s party}, Polaris rides and more family time.
I had intended to post some of the photos of the various easter egg hunts from the weekend, along with some cute ones of my little Allie Boone, but I got side tracked when I started thinking about church this morning.
Easter skirts– Notting Hill pattern by Pink Fig. Fabric from my new favorite store.. Hobby Lobby.
I have to admit, it was kind of cool this morning trying to squeeze in the church row to get a seat with my family. Ten years ago, it was Mike and I attending church by ourselves. We had made the decision to move over from the church I had grown up at (note the word I) in exchange for a church we would attend together.
In fact, my University of Alabama roommate, Hope, gave me some of the best advice. I was on the phone with her one evening, complaining that Mike wasn’t crazy about my church, and often times I went by myself. She said to me, “Garrett, it is more important that you go to church together,than it is for your to go to your church.”
Lightbulb moment.
So true. Such a wise gal that Hope.
So after 26 years, I somewhat relucantly left my beautiful {and comfortable} Episcopal church downtown and Mike and I went ‘church shopping’. Yes, church shopping. The first church we visited was a pretty Methodist church, two blocks over because, well… the interior was a pretty shade of blue. 
I also decided that I wasn’t going to beg Mike to go to church with me anymore. If he wanted to come, he knew he was more than welcome to go with me. And once I made that decision, the boy is showered and ready to go 99% of the time. And the other 1% of the time when he doesn’t go {because none of us attend every Sunday}, that’s okay. I know that he is not  at church because his wife ‘dragged’ him there, but rather because he wants to be there.
We both knew that was the church for us– newly married, no children, and looking for a new church home.
Ten years later, all three of our babies have been baptized here,we have become more involved than we ever were in the first years of our marriage, met wonderful friends, and within the past eighteen months…

Mom and Dale started attending as well- and have become members, active members. Then Sara Britton and Matt were showing up on Sundays, and then my cousin and his family. And today, we smack ran out of room on our pew with Aunts, cousins, sisters, children and parents at church.  It’s pretty cool to see God working, slowly and surely, in other people’s lives.
 “Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. 17 When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. 18 Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
- Matthew 28:16-20

Here, There and Yonder

Spring Break is upon us. We will be here for a bit, there for a while, and over yonder next weekend.

 Punk gloves!

One. Two. Three of them. So wierd. Still.

Who are these kids and why are they calling me Mom?

Someone is so darn close to rolling over- pausing on his side, not knowing what to do next.  It’s gonna happen.. soon. Very soon.

I repainted a larger, older bookshelf ‘ballet pink’ recently to house Kenley’s growing book collection. The girl would read from sun up to sun down, if she could.   She reads out loud, she reads to her Barbies, to her brother, her class, me, her Daddy… anyone willing audience will suffice.

I guess all that reading is paying off because her teacher now sends homework each week. K got the biggest kick out of it. Now, Kenley brings special homework home every  night. To keep it interesting, it’s intended for first graders.  And here I have been calling her my little blond child… not sure where she gets her smarts from because it sure ain’t me.

13 years of private schooling and two year s of  SAT tutoring got me into the fine, cut throat school known as the University of Alabama.

I’ve always been jealous of the “smart kids”- while I had to make flash cards and study days in advances, folks like Mary Heather could attend class, is all, and score an A. 

Maybe her new butterball will take after his/her Auntie Garrett- because, surely pine straw does come from the local nursery.

A new school spirit skirt for Kens.

Spring Break 2012– Three kids, two dogs, loaded down with groceries, Vera Bradley and DVDs and maybe even a couple bottles of a good Pinot for good measure.

And a special happy birthday to my God daughter, Railey– 5 years old on this St. Patty’s Day!

We are Thankful

I am thankful for lots of dirty laundry…
because it means we have lots of clothes and a washing machine and dryer to clean them so easily.

I am thankful for dirty dishes…
because it means that we had food to fill our plates.

I am thankful that I am a 24/7 chauffeur for my children…
because I have a car to take them to school and dance and anywhere else we want or need to go

I am thankful for our house payment…
because that means we still have our home at at time when so many people have lost theirs

I am thankful for the stress from my job…
because I have one and I am needed to make a difference.

I am thankful that God knows our every need…
knowing that He feeds the birds and clothes the lilies and therefore is faithful to care for my family when we have need

I am thankful that…
nothing can separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Give Thanks!

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38, 39

Happy Thanksgiving!