New 'Do.

First, there was Lindsay's hair. Then there was Lindsay's long hair. Then there was Lindsay's hair that was TOO long. And then there was a new cute do for spring. And the world of Lindsay's head was a little bit lighter. And brighter.

Easter-Ready (Well, not really)

I bought Ada's Easter dress last week. It is so very pretty. My mom funds the Easter dress every year, because, well, fancy dresses are her thing. Ada declared it a Princess Dress and really wants to play in it every day. We'll see if it makes it until April. But she sure was agreeable to a couple pictures in it!

Roxy, not so happy that she doesn't have a new princess dress.
Now, on to finding MY princess dress for Easter... Mom?

Red Hot & Handmade

I think Valentine's are so much more special when they are from the heart. And what says "From the Heart" more than something that is handmade? And if not handmade by your own sweet self, why not buy handmade? Here are some things on Etsy that I'm loving for Valentine's (which, you may note, is now under two weeks away. You'd best get your order on now).

Tina's heart scarf.

I love this little red bird. So sassy, for something stuffed.

Sweets for the sweet.

For someone's very new Valentine.

Rex, I really want this one.

Sometimes, it's not so bad to be a redneck.

Please don't buy this one, as I might need it myself.

For the man that gets your heart all twitter-pated.

Another one for the red-hot fella in your life.

Go on now! Get shopping!

This Weekend's Treasures

When I was pregnant with Ada and still working at my TV job, a consignment store opened nearby and I spent many a lunch hour there. Three-plus years on, it was a treat to be in the neighborhood this weekend, so I swung by to search for treasures. And treasures I found!

I needed chairs for the playroom. These can double as outside chairs one day. I may paint the white one, but I do love that bright orange.

And, the piece de resistance… the Wonder Horse. Vintage, but I’m not sure from when. I’m sure it’s probably crazy dangerous by today’s standards, but it’s cute and fun. I want to paint his eyeball in. And I may put some red paint on the wooden handles.

Lovelies

I just couldn’t let another minute go by without sharing these pictures I got today.  I actually saw them several weeks ago at a consignment store I love but since they discount stuff the longer you wait, I patiently, patiently waited.  Of course when I went back today they were not with the other pictures.  Tragedy! Luckily, despite a major time restraint (sleepy babes in the car with Daddy), I ventured into the back room, and lo and behold what did I find but my beauties—and for 1/2 off at that. My favorite is the two mommies having tea while the baby bangs the spoons on the floor and the little boy waits to be released from the pain of the ladies’ luncheon. Feast your eyes…I do believe they are playroom-bound.

(Pink) Piggy-Wig and (Pink) Piggy-Wee

In the interest of full disclosure, I must confess I don't really get the Pink Pig. But by golly, if it's good enough for generations of Atlanta kids, it's good enough for the Mast children as well. As you can see, Ada is pumped for the trip around the tent, where she will be regaled with the tale of Priscilla the Pink Pig, who lives in the mountains of North Georgia and visits the big city every Christmas with her mother.
Edamame. That is, Ada-Mommy:
Delight!

Roxy points.

More to come from Christmas at our house... including the tale of the second loaf of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer bread, and how he came to lose both his eyes and his red nose....

A Word of Thanks

I would like to thank all those involved in bringing these beauties into my life...
Thank you, designer, for having a vision of the perfect yellow shoes. Thank you for putting a little ruffle on them, as well as the perfect little heel. Thank you Target, for seeing fit to mass produce and sell them. And then discount them to $11.48. And most of all, thank you to my dear friend Amanda, for finding them first, and for not minding that I totally copied you in buying them. Love you, princess... almost as much as I love my new shoes!