Tshirt Make Over.

Hey Miss Liz, Remember that grey tshirt I convinced you to chuck out and then stole all those years ago?

Take a look now.

I couldn't find a before picture.

But here's an after.

Stupid flash makes it kinda hard to see. But you get the point.

Have a good day at work. xx

Made over using this tutorial from Tea Rose Home.

I need a keyring.

My keyring that I didn't even really like broke over the weekend. So now, for the first time in my life, I am actually on the hunt for a keyring/chain.

Something pointless to pretty up my life basically.

I set myself a $10 limit and hit Etsy.

 

Floral pocket mirror or keychain.

This one is my favorite but is over budget of course.

BEbeautyFULL

Leather Owl.

 

All from SIMPLY CHARMING

Make a wish

A Charmed Obsession

 

I'm leaning towards one of the Simply Charming ones.

What do you think?

When the Saints.

Have you heard this song? I've been loving it every time it comes on the radio for ages now, but could never catch who sung it.

I finally found out a few days ago. 

I can't find it on itunes, so I've had the youtube window open ready to play at a moments notice.

Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know
It's more than I can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I cannot let it go

And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
it often overwhelms me
but when I think of all who've gone before and lived the faithful life
their courage compells me
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars

I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord

And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul

I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear

I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sister standing by the dying man's side

I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door

I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them

A crazy mind.

There is so much going on in my head today. I'm sure that no one but me will be able to follow the mess that is about to follow.

You've been warned.

Yesterday I spent so much time doing little craft like projects. Taking some pictures is on my list for today.

Kayla's birthday is fast approaching.

I've known this for a few weeks but all of a sudden it hit me this morning.

It's been a year.

Seriously????????????

How did that happen?

My baby.

I'm overwhelmed by a fear the I'm going to forget all the little things that have made this past year so special.

I know that it's ridiculous. I can remember lots of amazingly cute wonderful things about the boys when they were babies. But I'm sure I've forgotten a lot as well.

My fringe had grown so much it was constantly sitting in my eyes. I cut it and after washing it last night, realized this morning discovered that it's crooked.

 So now I've created a mini drama. 

Do I cut it again and straighten it out... or sweep it to the side and grow it, move on from the fringe?

Oh the decisions.

There's a chair in there.

A whole heap of rubbish and a trip to the lifeline bin.

The garage clean out is going well.
Granted I've added even more to both my craft to do list and my shopping list (seriously can you ever have enough storage?)

But the most exciting part of the day?

I started to makeover my sewing chair.

I have photo's on my phone, but no way to upload them.

Perhaps I USB cord for my phone should be added to the never ending list.

So anyway. Hopefully tommorrow will see the completion of project #1.

Fingers crossed.

xx

image via weheartit.com

OH Yes

I think about coming back and posting something all the time. 

At least once a day.

It never happens. Either time, kids, mess gets in the way. Or I don't have anything life changing to say.

How pathetic really.

It's not like I was constantly posting life changing, inspirational message before.

Last night I spent hours going looking at some wonderful craft blogs.

Today I'm feeling rather inspired. I just want to make everything.

So I've decided to set myself a challenge of only homemade gifts this christmas (with the exception of the children, I'm not sure I can work out how to make the walking, talking, crazy transformer type Noah has his heart set on). 

Step one is to clean up/reorganize my craft area, which basically consists of a table and messy plastic tub in the garage. 

Today I'm going to clean out some of the crap from the garage to try and make some more room. And perhaps investigate my paint stash and see if I can find something to use to pretty up the desk.

The excitement is making me giddy.