Monthly Archives: February 2013
The top two pictures are “before” pictures, the bottom is an “after” photo. I went to The Mastery this week for a much needed update and cut! My gal was so sweet and met my mama-hair needs beautifully. She cut a little over two inches all over, added layers, and gave me options for sideswept bangs or face framing layers depending on the part. I’m pretty happy with the change! Big plans this weekend?
Hey interwebs! How’s your President’s Day? Captain Laser Pants and I took mini Gwinn to the gym for some Team Gwinn family time (aka lifting weights together) to celebrate.
Yesterday, in true suburbanite fashion, we went to Old Navy to acquire some jeans for us. After trying on several pairs, I discovered that I can’t wear their jeans without having “mom butt”. God bless ya’ll to the ones that can wear jeans from there (they’re so wonderfully priced!), but I was defeated. CLP found some that he likes, and I picked up a mint- colored 3/4 length sleeve henley for $7. Woohoo! So far, the only jeans I’ve ever fallen in love with are Dish jeans. I’m the opposite of brand-conscious, but when I tried these on at a super hip boutique in Atlanta called Psycho Sisters, I felt like the designers used my body as a template. They’re PERFECT jeans, but run around $100 a pop in regular stores. I scored my fav pair for $13 at Psycho Sisters, but am now in need of a new pair (a girl can’t just have one pair of jeans!). Ah well, c’est la vie, non?
All this thinking about jeans (and clothes) has got my wheels a turnin’. CLP wants to make a mini Gwinn 2.0 in the next 6-10 months, and I’ve got to give it to you straight, hombres: I don’t want to be pregnant again ever. While at the gym, I told CLP that I finally felt confident in how I looked (mostly, but of course we’re not delving into that between reps). The last thing I want to do is gain 55 pounds again and work twice as hard to shed it. Looking at maternity clothes makes me die a little inside. I don’t want to wear stretch pants out of necessity, I don’t want circus tents to house my gargantu-belly. I want to look like Sarah Connor.
For my mamas out there: did you gain more weight with #2, or #1? Did you work out during pregnancy?
For my fashion-frugalistas out there: where do you buy great jeans?
GUYS. This week is freaking awesome, and it’s Tuesday. I would let you guess, but I’m fresh from a work out and amped up on a protein shake (and a mini kit kat), so I’m just going to tell you.
1. Today my brother and his beautiful wife are welcoming their second baby girl into the world. If you don’t like kids, please stop reading my blog. Kids are awesome, and I’m pretty excited that we’re adding grandchild #12 to the ranks.
2. Valentine’s Day is this week. I could care less about the commercialized holiday itself, but I am fond of pretty flowers and fancy chocolates and telling the world how much I love my husband. It’s also a fun day to give little homemade Valentines and gifts to friends and loved ones.
3.Mini Gwinn is full on walking, talking, and growing more adorable every day. Proof:
No joke, he LIKES wearing his sunglasses. And driving Captain Laser Pants’ Wrangler. And he doesn’t have any problem shifting the gears (well, he can’t reach the clutch, but don’t tell HIM that). Even when he’s making this face (because I make him climb on the couch without my assistance and he yells at me):
He’s still adorable. And sometimes he’s placid and content, like when we’re driving around in my awesome car:
4. Captain Laser Pants FIXED MY FREAKING JEEP! That’s right, interwebs, MY HUSBAND THE IT SOFTWARE DEVELOPER REPLACED A REDONK COMPLICATED ENGINE IN MY CAR. He, with muscle and brawn and steel and brains, replaced my engine and a hundred other parts (like the water pump, the intake manifold, the sensors) and brought my beautiful Grand Cherokee back to liiiiiiiiiiiife. Who has six thumbs and is super stoked about this? Team freaking Gwinn, that’s who.
We are planning a baby Valentine’s Party. Because there isn’t anything cuter than that. What are you doing for Hallmark Day, interwebs?
Ok, for riz interwebs, I have hated our bedroom since our first tour of our home. It is one of those excessively large 1970s style rooms with oblong shaped walls, bizarre dimensions, the quintessential rental property vertical blinds over a sliding glass door that opens up to a micro-deck, and to top it all off, it is my least favorite color on the planet: PURPLE. Not like super trendy plum, not tolerable/ workable lavender, not even crayon purple, but like an offensive shade of orchid. My closet has those loud, jankety metal doors and Captain Laser Pant’s closet doesn’t even have doors. His bathroom is really just a sink outside a small room that houses a toilet and bath/ shower (I’m not prissy on much, but I physically CANNOT share a bathroom with my husband. Seriously, if I wanted to cause dissent in my marriage, I would take photos of his versus mine, and then you would all know why. But I love him, and am letting the issue go at “I can’t share a bathroom with you”.). To add insult to injury, CLP and I have Scandinavian- esque (read: IKEA), short, black furniture that could in no way ever make our room look furnished. Our bed is dwarfed by the sheer size of the room, and all my bedding from the single life (CLP had a single set of sheets and a knit blanket, bless his heart) was of a dark brown/ green nature. Our bedroom, even with the bed made and floors vacuumed, looks not unlike a college dorm/ bachelor pad- nothing matched, the box spring and mattress sits on just a frame (no head/ foot board), and there is no sense of “sanctuary”.
Quite serendipitous it is that husband and I purchased eerily similar sets of bedroom furniture as single people. The nightstands are almost identical and my dresser is just double the length of his. During the “mad rush to nest in a house while hugely pregnant” stage, we just shoved things into the bedroom without really thinking. The bed is in the only place it could go without floating in the middle of the room, and with that idiotic sliding glass door/ vertical blinds conundrum, there weren’t many places to put our dressers. We lined up our dressers against a wall, laid out the dog beds, set up the ironing board and called it a day. And I’ve hated it ever since.
I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again: I’m painfully frugal. If it’s more than $20, we don’t need it. For that reason alone I’ve done nothing to our bedroom. Comforters start at $30, sheets are the same, and don’t get me started on the cost of headboards and foot boards. I optimistically looked at thrift stores and antique stores with no success, and let’s be honest, with a toddler running around, it’s not like I have the hours in my day to complete a “DIY resurface and paint your thrift store found headboard to look like this $3000 bedroom as seen in some expensive magazine spread!”. So, for 17ish months, I just dealt with the horror of my “utilitarian only” bedroom.
The purpose of New Year’s Resolutions has escaped me for a long, long time. If you want to do something, do it, regardless of the time of year. If you want to be nice, be nice, if you want to stop being fat, get up and work out, if you want to travel, go somewhere. But somewhere between Christmas and my birthday, I decided that my bedroom needed an overhaul. After talking to sisters and girlfriends, I discovered the need for our bedroom to be, well, more romantic. Sexy. A utilitarian bedroom becomes just that, and I was reminded of my dislike of the room every time CLP and I were standing in it. Once I pinpointed the issue, I snapped some pictures of my room for a “before” and started plotting the ugly’s demise.
Interior design is 100% not my area of expertise. I can style my hair, speed skate, bake and cook, but make my house pretty? No way. To gain some perspective and ideas, I started perusing (shock!) Pinterest. Then googled “purple bedroom”. Then discovered that there are plenty of ways to work with all shades of purple, mainly with (for real) one of my absolute favorite colors: grey. With some well timed Christmas and birthday gift cards, I was able to score some pretty awesome finds to dress up the space:
Matching night stand lamps- $6.48 a piece (Hobby Lobby)
Grey henna curtain panels- $9.98 each (Target)
Center sheer panel- $3.50 (Hobby Lobby)
Brackets: $3.98 (Home Depot)
Grey microfiber sheets: $25 (Target)
Electrical conduit for curtain rod: $2.97 (Home Depot)
Black framed mirrors- $1.99 each (IKEA)
The measurements for my dresser were matched to the width of our bed, so it became our foot board. For the headboard? Hang some curtains, like this.
It’s still a work in progress, as I have not found a comforter for under $20 (can I just dye my brown one?) or a bed skirt (I wanted to upholster the box spring, but that’s like $50) and haven’t put up my second set of mirrors over the night stands. All in all, though, not a bad little shift in the room though, right?
Things have happened since the shift in the bedroom. Good things. For instance, I actually relaxed in bed with the Kindle and a cup of hot chocolate while mini Gwinn took a nap. I wanted to lounge in the room after he fell asleep for the night. And when CLP and I are reading before we fall asleep, the lights behind give us quite the romantic glow.
Is it perfect? Nope. But it is definitely a step or five in the right direction. And I love moving in the right direction.
Where do you find sanctuary? Any decorating ideas for the rest of us?
I promise I’ll come back to posting in the next week. Really!
In the mean time, a quick update/ post:
-mini Gwinn is for real walking now! And he babbles in Russian and/ or Finnish all the time. It’s quite darling, and I’m sure he’s saying profound things, but I don’t know Russian or Finnish. Bummer.
-I desperately want/ need a hair cut. My hair is now touching my waist in the back and it’s only making my long face look longer. Ideas on what to do? I have a long face (Liv Tyler, Sarah Jessica Parker), and don’t want to lose much length because CLP really likes it long. Even though it regularly gets caught in my armpits while I sleep.
-I’m embarking on a majorly huge culinary adventure, suited for proper pastry chefs: making homemade French macaroons. I’m leaning towards making pale blue, pink and minty green ones, flavors to include: almond, orange, and maybe plain old vanilla. Kind of excited to get this. Bonus? No wheat. 😀
-Does anything sound more adorable than a baby Valentine’s Day party?
Real posts to come soon!