One month ago, my husband and I had a coffeehouse date. To be more accurate, 16 years and one month ago, we had a coffeehouse date. On February 18, 1999, my husband called me on my college dorm room landline (because those things existed) and asked if I’d like to go hang out at the […]
Smores, Tents and a Fancy-pants Cake?
You know that whole bit about how I’m not crafty or creative? It’s not a shtick-for-show. It’s real. I see craft supplies and I panic. DIY projects to pretty up my home sound like a modern form of torture. So when summer rolls around, and it’s time to come up with fun ideas for my kids’ birthday parties AND […]
Inner Sandcastle
I’m not the kind of gal who loves rolling around in the sand. Or the hot beating sun. Or mixing sweaty drip in with with sunscreen and feeling like a greased pig on parade. You might go so far as to say, I’m not a beach gal. Except I love my kids. A lot. And […]
Throw a Birthday Party like a Boss
Birthday season in The Mom of the Year household is upon us, friends. Our entire family, immediate and extended, without exception, was born between the very end of May and October 1. What does this mean for you? A lot of upcoming scary Facebook pictures of Mommy looking like a psychotic mess and undue excessive whining […]
Art on the Cheap
God love Alisa for coming to us in the midst of this horrid chilly winter mess, and giving us something else to think about. Why do I love this post so much (despite the fact that Alisa outs herself as a crafter)? It’s in no way sponsored–it’s just a really neat way she figured out […]
The Enough Christmas
I’m struggling this year, I won’t lie. I want desperately to feel the glorious Christmas spirit and impart some beautiful words of cheer your way today, readers, but… This whole Christmas season I have been a beast. In fact, it’s times like these I’m super-glad I’ve nailed my husband down with a wedding ring so […]
When Michaels Happened
It was the perfect storm of a non-crafter’s horror. I had been made responsible for the favors for a bridal shower AND had to purchase ribbon for my upcoming book signing (don’t ask because that one is just too weird to explain). What did this mean? It meant that the time had come to meet […]
