So for the tutorials I used, please head over to My Mama Made It. She has an absolutely fabulous blog with a lot of great tutorials.
So on Christmas Eve, before going to church, the Boyfriend and I decided to open our Christmas presents. I got him a watch and a coin counter (he is obsessed with counting his change) and he got me a packet of gift slips to the car wash, a digital camera, and an electric can opener. You have NO IDEA how excited I was about my new electric can opener. I have broken about five hand can openers in the past six months. And they weren't all cheap ones from the dollar store either.
So now I need you to imagine the setting for our story. Me, sitting at the foot of the tree, messing with my new presents and making the BF take pictures of me with my new stuff. The BF, seemingly annoyed that I won't stop talking about my new can opener so he can get a word in.
"I have one more thing for you," the BF says. He pulls a little box out from under the couch. He gets down on one knee. (I was sitting on the floor so even with him kneeling, his six-foot-four frame towers over me.) He opens the box. "Will you marry me?"
Now I have thought about this day for awhile now. I thought about what I would say and what I would do. I didn't know exactly what I would do but I knew that I would handle the situation with such grace and poise, that Emily Post would have to reference this day in her etiquette books for years to come.
But instead I sit there. And I let that nervous hulk of a man sit there. Waiting. While I look at him and then the ring and then him and then the ring.
And then finally I manage to choke out "yes" reminding myself not to get hysterical because my make up would run and we had a party to go to after church.
Then he says "it is my grandmother's diamond." Screw you Emily Post! I start bawling.
It is weird. Although I was expecting this sometime in the near future, the whole thing was still so stunning and surreal. It was like a dream where you feel like you have control over yourself but you really don't because you are dreaming.
So this is just a warning that for an undefined period of time there will be A LOT of posts about weddings. Oh and the BF is no longer a BF. He is the FH.
Here's to happy planning!
So I made most of my Christmas gifts this year to save money. For my brother, I decided to make a clock. He has loved the Washington Capitals since he was three and had his picture in the Washington Post a few times because of the cute faces he would make during games. I decided to paint a clock with the new team colors and logo.
I went to Michael's and bought the clock face. They didn't have the clock hands I needed so I ended up going to a clock store to get them - more expensive but definitely better quality. First, I painted two coats of red paint on the clock face.
Then, I printed out the logos I wanted to paint on the clock off of the internet. I then traced them using tracing paper. (I am neither a drawer or a painter so this was the best way to go).
Then I transferred the image onto the clock using graphite paper.
When I was finished transferring, I painted in the colors according to the logos I printed out. You definitely need to make sure you have smaller brushes, though. It didn't turn out as great as I wanted because it was hard to paint in some of the smaller spaces and it was nearly impossible to paint words. I think if I did it again I would just leave the smaller words out.
After the paint was completely dry, I applied matte Modge Podge to the entire clock.
After the Modge Podge dried, I attached the numbers (you can find adhesive numbers at Micheal's in the clock section). I decided just to put the four numbers for fear I wouldn't be able to make all the numbers evenly spaced. Then, I put in the clock mechanics they gave me at the clock store.
And there you have it - a Washington Capitals clock. I don't think my brother reads my blog so I figured I could safely put up this tutorial before he opens his present. Have a good Christmas Eve!
Ever since I became obsessed with the musical, Annie, at the age of five, I have wanted a locket. I dreamt that I would trade places with Annie and have a broken locket of my own. I even kind of preferred the broken gold locket that Annie always wore instead of the shiny silver one that Daddy Warbucks gave her from Tiffany's. I thought it had a lot of "character."
Well, I am grown now I am still obsessed with lockets. And I don't own one. Not one. I have seen a few I really liked but I always thought someone should buy a locket for you. Like how Annie's parents gave her one when they left her at the orphanage. (Ok probably not the best example.)
I have become obsessed with the fact that you can click on jewelry, then necklaces, and then LOCKETS on Etsy. Mon Dieu, how I love Etsy!!
Here are a few I really liked:
This one is pretty but I am not wild about the chain.
This one reminds me of the Marie Antoinette movie.
Love how this one has a message in French. ("more than my own life" in case you were wondering.)
Love the fleur-de-lys!
Although I prefer oval lockets, this is so cool with the fleur-de-lys and watch mechanic thingers. (I know that's not the technical name for it.)
Normally lockets you see are flat but this is more modern looking in 3-D.
With one of my favorite things - FEATHERS!!
I really would like to own all of these - if I already had a locket. But I think the first locket should be simple. Something that goes with everything. Something a little like Annie's. Maybe some broken. (Ok maybe that is a little too obsessive.) Something like these:
I wish I could find one that is oval like the last one but plain like the circle ones. But I also haven't made my way through all the pages of lockets on Etsy yet so we will see...
I know I haven't been blogging a lot lately. This skirt that I have been working on has officially driven me crazy. It is my first skirt and I probably should have stuck with the original pattern which was somewhat complex in the first place instead of modifying it. Oh and I probably shouldn't have added lining either to my first sewn garment. But I am almost there. (And I already spotted this marvelous fabric at the fabric store which I would like to make into a pencil skirt).
Oh and don't worry. That is not the only project that has kept me from blogging. I am attending a Great Gatsby party in two Saturdays. I am trying to create a 1920s style dress from a dress I found at the thrift store. Any ideas? The dress is shapeless. (Apparently if you didn't have a boyish figure in the 20s, the clothes were not for you. Too bad for my Italian hips.)
I have also decided to make my Christmas presents for my family this year since I am broke city. In case they are reading this I won't disclose what I am making until after Christmas. Just wish for me that they turn out beautifully. Otherwise, I will be scrambling last minute to figure out new ideas and funds.
Oh and the Boyfriend dropped a bomb on me last night. A few months ago, the BF canceled Christmas, meaning we weren't exchanging gifts this year. Despite the fact that I really like getting him something, he is probably one of the most difficult people to shop for since he really never wants anything and his birthday is a month after Christmas. So even when I do figure out something for Christmas, I am normally at a lost for his birthday. In other words, I was a little relieved. Especially considering I start looking in October since he is so difficult.
So anyways back to last night. I sold my bike last night and the Boyfriend said, "Well you can use that money to get my Christmas gift."
Thinking he was joking, I responded, "Yea sure. Too bad you canceled Christmas."
But then he said, "Well, I am getting you something."
"What do you mean you are getting me something?"
"I am getting you a present."
"BUT YOU ARE THE ONE THAT CANCELED CHRISTMAS!!!!!"
I know this doesn't seem that bad but out of respect for Santa - YOU DON'T FAKE CANCEL CHRISTMAS! THIS ISN'T BASKETBALL. YOU CAN'T GO ONE WAY AND THEN THE OTHER.
I know he is hard to shop for but I could get over that. Oh and I may have been able to get over the fact that Christmas is two and half weeks away and there are few legitimate stores in Salisbury. But I am making all the gifts for my family. WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS! And I have other projects as well! In other words - I am officially under a major time crunch.
But don't worry I rallied. And I picked him up something today. (Surprisingly, not online but in Salisbury.) But I can't tell you what it is since I found out he reads my blog.
But I just wanted you to know that I haven't forgotten you. I was just swallowed by a couple projects. I am hoping we speak again soon but don't worry if you don't hear from me until after Christmas.
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I really like tuna salad sandwiches. A lot. But with all of that mayo, they become very unhealthy. I have been playing around with ways to make tuna salad without mayo and this sandwich is the best one I have come up with so far.
MEDITERRANEAN TUNA SANDWICH
makes about 3 - 4 sandwiches
12 oz can white albacore tuna
2 Tablespoons fresh Italian parsley, chopped
3 teaspoons red onion, diced
2 teaspoons olive oil
3 teaspoons balsamic vinegar
freshly ground salt & pepper
2 slices of fresh bread (I used sourdough)
1 1/2 Tablespoons roasted red peppers, finely diced until it is almost a paste
1. Put drained tuna, parsley, onion in a bowl and mix. Mix in olive oil, balsamic, salt, and pepper.
2. On on slice of bread, spread on some Dijion mustard. Top with the tuna mixture and some mixed greens. On the other slice of bread, spread on the diced red peppers. Place as top piece of bread.
* I used sweet red peppers but next time I might try fire roasted for some spice.
* I am not a huge fan of olives but if you are, mix them in with the parsley and onion.
* Next time I may try topping it with artichokes along with the peppers.
I was so surprised by how great the parsley was in the tuna salad. It gave it such a freshness. I don't think I will ever go back to putting mayo in my tuna.