Women spend way too much time worrying about their hair. I know men run a comb through it, maybe put some product in, and then walk away. Why is that? Why are we so obsessed with having a good hair day?
I know I feel better when I think my hair looks good. I walk taller (if that is possible) and feel better about myself. Why do we put so much power into something that literally drives us crazy most of the time?
Over the past few years I have had varying styles (and some colors), but I never seem happy with any of them.
So peeps, help me. Which of these do you like best? Which looks better on me? And which one makes me look like Jessica Alba?
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Creative Writing
I love having the blackboard wall in our downstairs bathroom. It is the guest bath and especially after parties, I relish going in to read all the notes my guests have left me.
Sometimes I draw things on it for the holidays or leave love notes for my hubby, but writing on a chalkboard always looks sloppy.
Until now...
I learned this on Pinterest. Where else?
Sometimes I draw things on it for the holidays or leave love notes for my hubby, but writing on a chalkboard always looks sloppy.
Until now...
I learned this on Pinterest. Where else?
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Getting Crafty
Maybe it is the spring weather, maybe it is because of our flea market trip Friday, or maybe it is because I have been spending too much time on Pinterest, but I got crafty this weekend.
I am not good at the before photos, sorry. But after, I have covered.
Spray paint is my new best friend. Find objects that are interesting, structurally. Ignore the surface color or finish. And you have brand new room décor.
This particular vase was navy, green and gold lacquer finish - bleck! Joe Edmiston disparaged it when I purchased it, but I knew its hidden beauty and value.
This little guy was a faded, ghastly grayish-green. But now...
This was your typical country décor, wooden red apple. Ha! Now it is funky shelf décor.
I have had these sconces for years. They were a Southern Living At Home Product. Gold, cream, stripes, metallic - definitely time for an upgrade.
So this venture encouraged me to be brave and create art....from scratch.
Liquid watercolors, clear glue, and salt resulted in this.
I learned lots and will do it again, but I am pleased with my first try. I actually had a pattern in mind and I see it, but not sure anyone else will. Let me know if you think you know what is....is supposed to be.
I am not good at the before photos, sorry. But after, I have covered.
Spray paint is my new best friend. Find objects that are interesting, structurally. Ignore the surface color or finish. And you have brand new room décor.
This particular vase was navy, green and gold lacquer finish - bleck! Joe Edmiston disparaged it when I purchased it, but I knew its hidden beauty and value.
This little guy was a faded, ghastly grayish-green. But now...
This was your typical country décor, wooden red apple. Ha! Now it is funky shelf décor.
I have had these sconces for years. They were a Southern Living At Home Product. Gold, cream, stripes, metallic - definitely time for an upgrade.
So this venture encouraged me to be brave and create art....from scratch.
Liquid watercolors, clear glue, and salt resulted in this.
I learned lots and will do it again, but I am pleased with my first try. I actually had a pattern in mind and I see it, but not sure anyone else will. Let me know if you think you know what is....is supposed to be.
Saturday, April 06, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Tieing Up Easter
I have seen this project on Pinterest for awhile now. I love the end result but had doubts at truly how easy it would be. Would I waste time and money on something that I would just throw away in the end? The blog I chose to follow their procedures even had me doubting up to the end. The questions from other readers brought up points I hadn't thought of and also made me realize I might be in the higher level of intelligence among the readers. One reader actually asked if they could use plastic eggs? I. kid. you. not.
So here is my journey to accomplish my final product.
First, this is the site I referred to for guidance.
Let's talk ties. Unless you have just been dying (pun totally intended) to glean your husband's closet and get rid of all his atrocious ties, visit your local Goodwill. At a $1.50 each, you have your choice of dozens and dozens of ties.
The ties you select must be silk - 100% silk. There are tags on the ties that tell you. If there are no tags, don't take a chance.
The pattern is key. I didn't really realize how much until afterwards so please learn from my journey. Pick the brightest, loudest ties. Ties you would never wear or purchase for someone. Those have good potential to transfer a nice pattern.
Here are some pics of the ties I chose and the results so you can see my point.
Okay, you have your ties. Let's talk pans. The pan you choose to boil them in is important. Stainless steel or enamel work best. Aluminum will get pitted with the acidy vinegar and non-stick, well, it might flake it off.
I used enamel. Thank you, Becki.
Cut the threads that are holding them together up the back and remove the wool lining (keep it). At first I was cutting off the V-point but then I realized it can be used, you just have to trim out the satin lining. Your trimming and cutting do not have to be neat. We are boiling it after all.
Cut a piece of tie about 5x7 and wrap your uncooked eggs like a present. Roll it and fold the ends over. Then use the wool lining to wrap it up like a ball of yarn. Then secure with rubber bands.
So here is my journey to accomplish my final product.
First, this is the site I referred to for guidance.
Let's talk ties. Unless you have just been dying (pun totally intended) to glean your husband's closet and get rid of all his atrocious ties, visit your local Goodwill. At a $1.50 each, you have your choice of dozens and dozens of ties.
The ties you select must be silk - 100% silk. There are tags on the ties that tell you. If there are no tags, don't take a chance.
The pattern is key. I didn't really realize how much until afterwards so please learn from my journey. Pick the brightest, loudest ties. Ties you would never wear or purchase for someone. Those have good potential to transfer a nice pattern.
Here are some pics of the ties I chose and the results so you can see my point.
These first two were the same tie, but I turned it inside out for the second egg. Not all ties have such a bold inside.
This one was by far the best. The colors were a deep red and olive green, not atrocious at all. But apparently the small patterns come across better.
Worst one. Dark, muted colors that have too large of a pattern.
Not bad. Again the intricate patterns work well. And reds always come through the best.
Another good example of the right kind of pattern/color.
And another.
The yellow on this one didn't come through much, but the patterns did.
Okay, you have your ties. Let's talk pans. The pan you choose to boil them in is important. Stainless steel or enamel work best. Aluminum will get pitted with the acidy vinegar and non-stick, well, it might flake it off.
I used enamel. Thank you, Becki.
Cut the threads that are holding them together up the back and remove the wool lining (keep it). At first I was cutting off the V-point but then I realized it can be used, you just have to trim out the satin lining. Your trimming and cutting do not have to be neat. We are boiling it after all.
Cut a piece of tie about 5x7 and wrap your uncooked eggs like a present. Roll it and fold the ends over. Then use the wool lining to wrap it up like a ball of yarn. Then secure with rubber bands.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Sometimes I can get two eggs per tie, depending on how neat it cuts apart. If you do get two, you need some other outer wrapping as you should use the entire wool lining for one egg. I used socks that had no pair. I gave those lonesome suckers something to do instead of sitting on top of my dresser collecting dust.
I had my water warming up while I was doing this so when I reached six, it was boiling. Six was what I could fit in my pan. You may be able to do more at a time.
Boil with 2 T. of vinegar for 11-12 minutes. Set aside to cool and reuse your water for the next batch - I added a little more vinegar.
After they have cooled enough to handle, unwrap your little presents.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Quality
Okay, I am going to rant. Quality seems to be less important to most people than it used to be. This applies to customer service, products, and even relationships. It reminds me of that saying: Good Cheap Fast - Pick Two.
I just want people to care. I want to them be aware and show some concern that the quality of something is lacking or absolutely obsolete. I don't feel like I what I want is so challenging or unique.
Just put out a little effort and give a shit. How hard is that?
I just want people to care. I want to them be aware and show some concern that the quality of something is lacking or absolutely obsolete. I don't feel like I what I want is so challenging or unique.
Just put out a little effort and give a shit. How hard is that?
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Dropping In
Literally.
I know I vanished into thin air. Disappeared like virginity on prom night. You can blame Facebook and my need for immediate gratification. You see I can post wise words there and within seconds, yes, mere seconds, I get feedback affirming my thoughts are valid and worthy to be launched into the universe.
Here, I publish great works of literature and wait, long periods of time, sometimes forever, before I get a peep from any of you...peeps.
Oh, you came here for food topics and photos of my culinary creations? Check out my Facebook page.
Bwahahaha!
I know I vanished into thin air. Disappeared like virginity on prom night. You can blame Facebook and my need for immediate gratification. You see I can post wise words there and within seconds, yes, mere seconds, I get feedback affirming my thoughts are valid and worthy to be launched into the universe.
Here, I publish great works of literature and wait, long periods of time, sometimes forever, before I get a peep from any of you...peeps.
Oh, you came here for food topics and photos of my culinary creations? Check out my Facebook page.
Bwahahaha!
Monday, November 12, 2012
Slacker-ville
Hello, my name is Melody and I am a slacker. I haven't blogged in like forever. Well, maybe not forever but too long.
I could blame it on National Novel Writing Month, but then I'd have no excuse come December 1st.
I could blame it on work because God knows that has been crazy and continues to be, but really, is that new news.
I could blame it on housework, but let's not be silly. Have you seen my house?
So there it is, I am just a slacker.
I could blame it on National Novel Writing Month, but then I'd have no excuse come December 1st.
I could blame it on work because God knows that has been crazy and continues to be, but really, is that new news.
I could blame it on housework, but let's not be silly. Have you seen my house?
So there it is, I am just a slacker.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
I am a writer
I was parked at a shaded table by the pool today, tapping away on my laptop. It isn't the most convenient or comfortable place to write, but at some point you must leave your room so the housekeepers can come in and do their thing.
It is an absolutely gorgeous day here on Jekyll Island. Upper 70's, nice breeze, and the sun is shining.
I was alone at first, but gradually, one by one, senior citizens began to appear. It could be worse, it could be kids.
They reminded me of roaming animals. At first they remained a group and welcomed each new member with a "nice day isn't it?" and "have you been in the pool? the water is very cold." I heard these same comments over and over and over.
Then they began to branch out. One lady wanted to read and obviously the other lady didn't get the hint, i.e. the lady had her head buried in a book. So she feigned wanting more shade and moved to the clear opposite side of where the rest of the senior citizen brigade were planted. Then her husband made a show of getting ready to swim. After he removed his shoes and his shirt, repeatedly laid out his towel in the perfect place, he dove head first into this pool that he had been warned numerous times, "was very cold."
After three laps, he retreated to his chaise in the sun where I could his chest rising and lowering a very fast pace. I considered for a few moments whether I remembered any CPR, just in case.
The chatty lady wasn't about to let her prey get away. So she wandered over to the reader and chatted a one-sided conversation for a few minutes and then sought out her next target.
Oh shit. I think it's me.
I kept my head down and tapped, tapped away making no sense on the keyboard, but if she thinks I am really busy, maybe she'll pass me by.
No such luck.
This is a very dense woman.
"Honey, you shouldn't be working on vacation," my intruder stated.
I smiled, and replied that I wasn't working. I hesitated for a moment and added, "I am a writer."
I have never, ever said that before. Eeek!
It is an absolutely gorgeous day here on Jekyll Island. Upper 70's, nice breeze, and the sun is shining.
I was alone at first, but gradually, one by one, senior citizens began to appear. It could be worse, it could be kids.
They reminded me of roaming animals. At first they remained a group and welcomed each new member with a "nice day isn't it?" and "have you been in the pool? the water is very cold." I heard these same comments over and over and over.
Then they began to branch out. One lady wanted to read and obviously the other lady didn't get the hint, i.e. the lady had her head buried in a book. So she feigned wanting more shade and moved to the clear opposite side of where the rest of the senior citizen brigade were planted. Then her husband made a show of getting ready to swim. After he removed his shoes and his shirt, repeatedly laid out his towel in the perfect place, he dove head first into this pool that he had been warned numerous times, "was very cold."
After three laps, he retreated to his chaise in the sun where I could his chest rising and lowering a very fast pace. I considered for a few moments whether I remembered any CPR, just in case.
The chatty lady wasn't about to let her prey get away. So she wandered over to the reader and chatted a one-sided conversation for a few minutes and then sought out her next target.
Oh shit. I think it's me.
I kept my head down and tapped, tapped away making no sense on the keyboard, but if she thinks I am really busy, maybe she'll pass me by.
No such luck.
This is a very dense woman.
"Honey, you shouldn't be working on vacation," my intruder stated.
I smiled, and replied that I wasn't working. I hesitated for a moment and added, "I am a writer."
I have never, ever said that before. Eeek!
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