Adios Christmas

I may not have changed out of the yoga pants I wore to bed last night, but I fed both girls (six times each), changed 2,483 cloth diapers, ate too many cookies, indulged in my daily cup ‘o joe and a coke, and made this:

Which means that, up until this afternoon, our front door looked like this:
 
Yes, we are those neighbors that keep our Christmas decorations up alllll year long…nope, just kidding.  Just this year…

While perusing the endless abyss you all know as Pinterest, I stumbled upon the prettiest tulip wreath from Etsy.  Needless to say, as much as I wish I had 48 bucks to spend on a wreath, I knew I could do it myself.  And so can you.  It’s easy peasy.  In case you’d like to, here’s what you’ll need:

I bought everything at Hobby Lobby yesterday because they were having a 50% all their floral.  The sale ends this Saturday, fyi.  (Michaels is having the same sale, however I really wanted magenta tulips and they only sell light pink and red in that color fam.)

First, bend each stem down at the base… 

and, using a wire cutter (mine is on the handle end of our needle-nose pliers), cut…

until all stems are separate.

Then, starting on the inside, place individual tulips around the entire wreath by sticking the ends amidst the branches.  Make sure you don’t stick them all the way in; you want a few inches of the stem showing.

Once you’ve done the inside, stick some tulips around the outside of the wreath.  They should stick out a few inches from the outer circumference of the wreath.  Also, make sure that your stems point out at an angle, they don’t have to follow the direction of the wreath exactly.  And don’t worry if the tulips aren’t evenly spaced or sticking out the exact same length, imperfection is pretty in this case.  :)

When you’re done placing tulips, carefully turn your wreath over and use a hot glue gun to glue each stem to the closest branch.

And that’s it!  You’ve got yourself a brand new wreath that will usher in spring faster than you can say “groundhog”! 
Cost:
Tulips:  $12 (50% off sale)
Grapevine Wreath:  $4 (with a 40% off coupon)
Hot glue and gun:  already had
Trip to the attic to stow Christmas wreath:  50 calories
Total:  $16
(Side note:  I wanted a big ‘ole wreath at 24 inches, but you can also get smaller sizes which means you won’t need as many tulips, which means less moolah, which means…well, you know.)

 

 

P.S.  It’s party time!!!  Linking up with Gingerly Made!  See lots more craftiness over yonder!

What I Wore Sunday ~3/3/13~

Also known as “What I’m Wearing Sunday” because as phenomenons would have it, it’s three and a half hours before Mass even begins (even though technically I have music practice at 4…so two hours) and I’m rarin’ and ready to go, blogging while the girls nap.  This.never.happens.  I’m usually pressing the shoot button right as I’m walking out the door juggling the two tidbits.  Today however, I’m in control and I had a hott photographer whose name begins with A and ends with Y.  Yessiry.

This is what I’m in:    (I hate posed photographs…next week we’re going candid.)

On top:  Old Navy
Skirt:  thrifted and altered
Tights:  ?  (either hand-me-downs or Gabes)
Wedges:  Target via Dirt Cheap
Necklace:  vintage from my Grandma

Once upon a time before there were husbands and children involved, my sister and I would make regular trips to our local Salvation Army at home on the hunt for skirts.  During one of those care-free outings I found this polka-dotted one thinking I’d shorten it.  Well, somewhere between here and there I lost it or forgot about it or somethin’ and then it resurfaced last summer.  Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago when, during one synchronized nap session, I finally took off some inches and then pulled it on for Mass tonight.  And that’s that.

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Let’s talk about Lent.  I don’t have a homily to gather from since I’m still to hear it but I do have some thoughts on the season.  It has been a great Lent for me so far.  I’m constantly being reminded of how much I lack and therefore, how much I need God.  Recently I’ve been confronted with situations involving people that get on my last nerve.  You know those kinds of people, right?  I’m a pretty empathetic, sensitive person but sometimes I get so angry and fed up with other people’s words and actions and this week, the poop is pretty far up there.  Well, amidst all of the annoyance, I’m constantly being reminded by our Lord that I need to be even more sensitive and even more loving to the people that are driving me the most crazy.  In particular, I feel myself called to pray for them verses fuming and having venting sessions in my mind or with others.  When I do pray for them, the black cloud over my head (or theirs, depending how you look at it) usually disappears and it becomes so much easier to deal with them and ultimately to love them.  Some people, oftentimes through no fault of their own, just don’t get it (sometimes that person is me).  We live in an imperfect world full of imperfect people with a perfect God who wants us for His own.  As long as we keep working for Him, life will only become easier.  Difficult situations may and probably will arise, but under God’s command we will have the strength to deal.  Carry on trials, carry on.  For you are what make me turn in my tracks toward He who loves me and He who will make me strong.  :)

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Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple along with lots of others in their Sunday best.  :)

It’s A Shlaque!

A what?  A Shlaque!  A what?  A Shhllaaque!  Oh!  A shelf plaque.

 
That’s the only way I could think to describe this combo of shelf-and-plaque-in-one.  It used to hang in my grandparent’s “house in town” (that’s what we called their home while we resided on the farm) and once Christmas a couple of years ago, I spotted some decor potential in it and asked if I could have it.  I had some flowers painted on it but I had a different sort of paint job in mind, so I sanded them off right after I got it home.  And then it sat until the past week when I thought I’d hang it to the left of the off-center angel in the girls’ room:

And then I changed my mind, but not until after I took some tape and spray paint to it.  Here’s what I did:

I wanted the entire thing to be white, except an outline design close to the edge of the plaque.  So, I taped off the area I didn’t want painted: (Side note:  The shelf broke off in transport from Nebraska to here and so that’s why it’s missing some of these pictures.  A little Liquid Nail will come in handy to reattach it, which we still haven’t done.)

Then I drew a design mimicking the curves of the top and bottom of the plaque right over the tape:

Next I whipped out the craft knife I bought at Target this week ($5.50)…

…and cut around my penciled lines on each end.

Outside I went where I propped up my good ‘ole spray painting plywood, popped a nail in, and hung up the shlaque.  (I hung it because I’ve been getting annoyed with bugs jumping from grass to newly spray painted surfaces while my board is on the ground.  So, prop-and-hang equals no bugs, no sanding bugs off, and no post-bug touch-ups.)

I sprayed on one coat of white primer followed by three thin and even coats of white spray paint, doing the same thing to the unattached shelf. 

Then, after letting it sit outside for the remainder of the day lest it smell up my house, I carefully peeled off the tape and:

it went from old school to new and cool real quick like.

Except when I held it up next to the painted window it didn’t quite jive.  I’m not sure if it’s the color (maybe I should’ve gone a light coral or add a little distress or…) or adding more lines to an already striped wall but I’m not in love and so I’ve got another plan for that space.  For now, the shlaque is patiently waiting another wall home.

By the way, I’ve seen gobs of these things in thrift stores.  Go snatch up a shlaque for yourself and show me what you can do!

Have a great weekend!

Borderline Gluttonous?

One of my good friends took a picture of Anthony feeding Cecilia this past weekend while we were visiting him at the youth conference he was happily tied to.  I loved how well she captured her insatiable appetite and how much this kid of mine loooves food.  Where all of it goes, nobody knows…well, I do actually.  I’ve seen her diapers.  Anyway, I could go on but I guess the more appropriate thing would be to show you the picture so you can see for yourself.

Hope that brings you a smile today!!!

What I Wore Sunday ~2/24/13~

Once again, putting aside the sweatpants and tees for Sunday Mass along with all of the lovely link-up ladies at Fine Linen and Purple.

I could write so much about this particular Sunday.  It was a jam-packed day fo sho.  For starters, I was once again home alone with the infants going on teenagers this weekend while my husband, their father, was out causing Christian chaos with a bunch of teens at a youth conference.  So, being the brave madre that I am, I decided to go to Mass alone with the girls for real this time (last time I was solo I made sure some friends were going to be there with extra arms).  If you happened to be there, you probably didn’t miss me.  I was the spectacle with a baby strapped to her front side, a nothing-short-of-a-suitcase diaper bag slung over my left, and a car seat laden babe swinging on my right arm, carefully taking each step as if it were my last (because it just could’ve been with one tiny misstep) and breathing a hurricane-force wind every two seconds.  And people wonder why I’m “so little” after having twins…
Well, my first and last stop was the cry room and as soon as I sat down I said a little prayer that God protect me from melt-downs, outbursts, and big, bad diapers when who walked in but my friend Kerstin, her mom, sister, niece and nephew.  Praise the Lord for extra arms and for answering my prayers!  I hadn’t yet worked out a plan for how I was going to get to Communion but God had – Kerstin.  She carried Cecilia while I toted her sis.  And all was well with the Tobin women.  We walked out of that church alive in more ways than one.  :)

After Mass I fielded multiple “how do you do it?” questions from the masses, to which I always respond “I have no clue”, and headed on over to my equally-husbandless-for-the-weekend friend Lauren’s house for Emma’s birthday party.  It was five-year-old princesses and princes all up in there and a darn good time.  (She’ll be sure to write up a good hundred words or two about it that you should definitely check out, especially to see the cardboard castle we whipped up while our five cumulative kids vied for our attention.)  After the celebratory medieval fest, I ran a few errands and moved up the age ladder to hanging out with teenagers for the remainder of the day.  Needless to say, neither of my girls got in a real nap today so I’m crossing my fingers and pre-counting my sheep that I’ll be able to sleep over half the night before being awoken by a cranky, hungry twin or two.

And now I sit, writing it all out for you and yours when I should be showering, doing dishes, or washing diapers.  On to the point:
 
What I wore.

Blazer:  Target (altered – see below)
Tee:  Target
Tank:  Forever 21
Mints:  Target
Peep-toes:  Wal-Mart
Necklace:  a b-day present from my friend Linsey (I’m not really a jewelry wearer per say, but I LOVE this necklace!  It comes with different colors of stones you can switch out (pearl white today) AND it’s simple…so perfect.)

Moving right along, I’m just going to go ahead and make this a smorgasbord of a post and tell you about my blazer.  I found it at Target a few weeks ago for $8.  The fit was okay, the price cheap – just like my diy lovin’ heart likes it.  My sis pinned it for me while it was on and I sewed through each side, lining and all, to get a tailored new blazer.  Straight stitch, zig zag in lieu of serging, and pinking shears and that’s all she wrote…about that.
  

Last, words that struck me during the homily this morn that I’ll pass on to you.  “What are you holding on to in this life that you’re risking the Kingdom of heaven for?”  I was trying to keep Seraphia’s baby ADD at bay for most of the homily, but she did let me pay attention enough to hear that.  It made me think of heaven and how I’m really not willing to risk my chances of getting there one day yet I repeatedly do.  Oh humanity, why must you be so fickle!  Thank God for Lent, the ultimate time to take a hammer to those stubborn habits and faults!  I don’t know about you, but this one is kicking my butt and we’re not even half-way through.  Keep on keepin’ on, the rise of the Son is on it’s way!