tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70120758544399201342024-03-18T08:19:35.489-04:00OhmySkyeOhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-60861735772796024812013-11-19T00:23:00.001-05:002013-11-19T00:23:35.983-05:00Shhh...I'm back. It may be temporary, or it may be the start of something a little bit bigger, but nevertheless I'm here. Fingers are clicking against keys, ideas are whirring in my brain, and I think I'm ready (after a year hiatus) to get back into this blogging thing. I've done a lot, learned a lot, and I'm ready for a whole lot more.<br />
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XO. <br />
<br />OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-39437478647567526412012-07-11T00:11:00.000-04:002012-07-11T00:11:06.083-04:00Busy BeeAs always, I've neglected the one piece of the internet that I love so dearly. Too many of my blog posts start out like this, unfortunately. We moved houses at the end of May and have been ridiculously busy since then. Traveling back and forth, setting up the house to make it feel like a home, searching for jobs, dealing with car troubles and Pippa troubles (the latter of which is, thankfully, over with and our little girl is feeling much better).<br />
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This isn't to say I haven't had the time to do a quick update now and then, I just got out of the swing of things and it's been difficult to get back in. It makes me much sadder than it probably makes you, my lovely readers. I won't promise I'm back to blogging every week, but I'm definitely stepping up my game. I have an exciting plan for my tiny plot in internet city, and feel like I have to put in more effort to accomplish my goals. This is purposefully vague. <br />
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In lieu of an actual post, I'm going to give you some of my favorite house related Instagrams. I'm calling them HouseGrams... Just go with me on this.<br />
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1) Pippa packed up and ready to go (with a fresh haircut to boot)! 2) Taylor and our new (rented) place. 3) The most gigantic bathroom mirror and the duck collection. 4) The closet I could live in. 5) Taylor's side of the room and how we spent a week watching Spartacus. 6) A new kitchen for new food -whipped cream!</blockquote>
It's a very happy home. I walked around for the first few weeks saying "You know, I really love (insert random point here) about the house." Everything from the giant closet to the gas stove, the big backyard to the little frogs that inhabit it. The house has good energy and I've found elderflowers in the backyard, a sign that the fairies are near. We also have a gorgeous crepe myrtle and a "pond" where turtles swim, but mosquitoes like crazy. I'm going to plant some mosquito repelling plants out there soon to see if that helps. It's been busy, but we're really enjoying ourselves and I'm loving having an empty canvas to decorate. Also, the designers of this house were genius -the lighting is wonderful! See, just one more thing to add to my I-Love-This-House List.<br />
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Possibly an outfit post soon? I have one that needs to be edited from a couple weeks ago. We'll see. XOXO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-43680867877026469462012-04-21T12:19:00.000-04:002012-04-21T12:19:02.360-04:00Disney Dreams<i>This is going to be pretty picture heavy, just a fair warning!</i><br />
It's been over a month now since I went to Disney for Spring Break, and I'm dreaming about it more and more. Taylor and I bought Seasonal passes, so we're getting to go at least a couple times next month before our Blackout dates start in June. First with our good friends, and then with my Aunt and Uncle at the end of the month for <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/parks/hollywood-studios/special-events/star-wars-weekend/" target="_blank">Star Wars Weekends</a>! We're super excited, but I figured I should probably give you all a better peek at the last trip before I go on the next trip!<br />
My Aunt Mer and Uncle Dan and I arrived on Sunday and checked into the Animal Kingdom Lodge, which if you've never been is absolutely wonderful -the animals are so cute! Taylor was going to drive down that night after his rugby game in Alabama and my brother was supposed to head over that afternoon. Or so I had been told.<br />
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I was taken to the bar to get an Ecotini (best drink ever, btw) by my Uncle, which I found out later was just a ploy to keep me away from the front desk where my Aunt was getting our room keys. We got to the room, I unpacked and my brother, Cory, showed up. Him and Dan went back down to the lobby, or so I thought once again, and I started blabbing away to Mer about what outfits I was going to wear on what park days. And then, to my utter and complete shock and surprise:<br />
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My Mamma showed up!! I was seriously in shock, my family is a group of pretty terrible secret keepers, and somehow all of them kept from me that my mom had flown down from New York three days earlier and was surprising me for my birthday. It was absolutely perfect. Taylor arrived in late that night, and we had SO much fun all week. Hollywood Studios, Epcot, and Magic Kingdom were on our agenda. I'll stop gabbing away here and just show you pictures now...<br />
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I have tons more pictures, but they're mostly of shows and random street signs/buildings and food. Yeah, a lot of food, the food is probably one of my favorite parts. Hopefully you enjoyed these, because I definitely enjoyed being present in them and I'm extremely excited to be back. Disney is just such a magical place, don't you think? XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-35294226177242612532012-04-20T00:05:00.000-04:002012-04-20T00:05:13.520-04:00Avoidance is Not a Dance I'm sitting here with three large papers looming over my flower and glitter and sunshine filled head, with no urge to complete any of them and a deep need for summer to arrive. One is about pagans, the other about women on the American prairie, and a third is about <i>Weetzie Bat</i>.<br />
Which is how I got so distracted tonight and didn't end up writing about any of the three, though feeling quite inspired to write. You see, pagans made me think of "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOavbyDKSi0" target="_blank">Shit New Age Girls Say</a>", which brought me to Youtube, where I had to watch the new Florence + the Machine <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGH-4jQZRcc" target="_blank">video</a>. And then <i>Weetzie Bat</i> had me looking up the brilliant author, Francesca Lia Block, which led me to the Wildfox Couture-run blog featuring <a href="http://magicalcreature.com/story" target="_blank">a wondrous story</a> written by her -seriously, go read it right this very moment, stop reading my silly ramblings and read what I only dream my writing will sound like one day. And lastly, the prairie made me think of wildflowers and wide open spaces, and I was sucked from one imagery wonderland into the beautiful world of photography on <a href="http://andrewnuding.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">this blog</a>. So you see, I haven't been just avoiding my papers, I've been letting my paper topics inspire me. I've been in what you could call a rut lately, just going through the motions, not feeling inspired and feeling fairly overwhelmed. A lot to do, not a lot of time, and a sense that everything is moving too fast. Classes are ending and signing up for new classes has given me more than one headache these last couple weeks (which still haven't sorted themselves out, ugh). So spending an evening with magical images and enchanting songs and bewitching stories has calmed me, enlightened me, and lifted my spirits to where I think I can make it through until the warm summer days lingering in the distance. <br />
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So if you're in the same water-logged boat as I am, take a few minutes to explore something lovely. Except don't do what I did and go outside to take your puppy out and then almost run into the biggest spider web ever in existence complete with yuckiest looking spider in the entire world. That would be bad. Instead, sit on your bed and cuddle with said puppy and eat something delicious and drink some tea. Much better. Feel relaxed and inspired yet? XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-33524657294467395712012-04-14T15:25:00.000-04:002012-04-14T15:25:56.238-04:00The Ten Acre Woods<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few weeks ago I had a super wonderful, dreamlike week, full of Spring Break adventures, Disney surprises, and some quaint celebrations with family. It was just what I needed and I'm finally able to share some of the outfit pictures Taylor took for me! My cord conundrum is fixed and the pictures are here, so look forward to more memories soon.<br />
These are all from the last day of our break, after my Uncle's birthday party as the sun was setting. My grandmother's Ten-Acre Woods are full of picture opportunities, so I made Taylor follow me with my phone camera and snap <strike>a few</strike> a million pictures. These are some of my favorites -that top one with Pip's little face peeking back? I swoon!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the look of complete joy on my face in this one. I love throwing leaves.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hat, Dress- F21; Shoes- Ross; Key bracelet- Lucky Brand, old; Acai nut bracelet- came with my Eco-tini at Disney.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Barefoot is the best way to go. I lived most of my childhood like this.</td></tr>
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Taylor and I are taking it easy and not doing much, as these next couple weekends will be pretty busy. We're making lots of changes and getting prepared to move in a couple months, find jobs, and, for me at least, take summer classes. So this weekend, we're keeping calm. Friday the 13th was a truly great day, which is weird because most people are frightened by it. I, however, seem to always have good days on Friday the 13th, and yesterday was no exception. My military ID picture came out perfect, we bought hot dogs from the nicest gentleman, had lunch with friends, looked at houses for rent, and then ate Thai food for dinner. Today I'm catching up on TV shows I missed and running a couple errands once Taylor wakes up from his after-practice nap. Hope you have a dazzling (and stress-free, if you need it) weekend! XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-24384513092714641502012-04-12T20:09:00.000-04:002012-04-12T20:09:33.975-04:00Telegrams from... Thursday? This blogging thing has taken a back burner to this whole April-is-the-most-stressful-month-ever thing. And by ever, I really mean EVER. There is just so much happening and so quickly and so disorganized. I'm having trouble keeping my head above water through it all, but I'm making it work. So here's a little Telegram that I meant to post on Tuesday. <br />
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Also, Pippa on the beach may well be the most adorable thing ever. She digs and digs and runs and then hates the sea water. It's pretty uplifting to watch her frolic. Now back to <strike>procrastinating </strike>working on writing papers. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-27561826061831896792012-04-02T11:59:00.001-04:002012-04-02T11:59:40.427-04:00Oh, April Hello pretty month. Full of April Fool's and April Showers. Easter is here, Spring is in the air, and I'm ready to embrace the happiness that is April. Yes, you will stress me out with your many papers and exams that will arrive, but I will handle them with calmness and grace and the hope for summer to come as quickly and painlessly as possible. Taylor will practice on the beach for his Championship game in Colorado, we'll restart our weekend dates, I'll get back to blogging more often, and the Spring semester will slip away and lead us into a wonderful summer. April, you're a little difficult at times, but your blooms and sense of finality are just what I need right now. XO.<br />
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<br />OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-79072479842664808482012-03-25T22:50:00.003-04:002012-03-25T22:50:47.058-04:00Hello Kitty Band-aids & Flowered Headbands So my cord still isn't working. I went to buy a new one and then saw how expensive they were and left the store. I left quite a few stores empty handed today. Except JoAnn's. But that was only due to a kind woman giving me a coupon as she walked out of the store and my inability to turn down saving money. Anyway! I just emailed myself a few of the photos so I could get something up. <span style="font-family: inherit;">I feel like if I stop blogging again, even for a few days, it's going to be just that much harder to pick it up in full force.</span><br />
These are some photos from... sometime this week. I forget what day actually. It was nice out, so it had to be Monday-Thursday? And Taylor took them so I'm guessing it was possibly Wednesday? For someone who hates wearing the same outfit two weeks in a row, I sure have a terrible clothing memory. Oops. Also, sorry about the not-so-great quality. Pretty sure next time I need outfit pictures I'm going to just drag out my Canon. It's heavy, but the picture quality is <i>so </i>much better. This may have been the day where I was suffering from PDD, or post-Disney depression, and that's why my hair is up. That day was just no good at all. Everything kept going wrong and I felt like crying all day. It was kind of ridiculous. Actually, I think this was Tuesday. I cut my arm on Monday and that's why I have a Hello Kitty band-aid on. Yeah, definitely Tuesday. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"> Little side story, I didn't realize until last Friday that there are people in Petsmart
specifically there to sell you their brand of dog food. An employee
casually talked to me about a shirt I was getting for Pip and then
segued into a ten minute spiel about why the dog food I bought was the worst on the market and that I needed to buy his.
Of course he was polite and I'm way too polite to just leave the guy, so
I went along with it, <i>but really</i>. I wanted to get in and get out and they
should know that I'm too nice to say no! Also, his brand was 3x the
price of the one I buy. No way, Jose. Next time I'm in there, I'm definitely bringing
Pip as back up so I can excuse myself so she can pee. </td><td valign="top"><br /></td><td valign="top"><br /></td><td valign="top"><br /></td><td valign="top"><br /></td><td valign="top"><br /></td><td valign="top"><br /></td><td valign="top"><br /></td></tr>
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Now to go read <i>Mockingjay</i>. Yes, you've read that correctly. I've finished the second book <i>in one day</i>. Taylor comes home sometime after midnight from his BIG GIANT WONDERFUL WIN! and I've got a lot to do tomorrow, so I doubt I will be up late reading tonight. As soon as I get a new cord, you shall have new pictures. XO. <br />
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P.S. Our 52 Dates of 2012 should be returning promptly next week! We've been so busy lately that we've done things together but haven't pulled any from the jar. I'll be so happy when, after next weekend, we can stop running for a couple weekends and just hang out.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-40788479584889649522012-03-23T23:53:00.000-04:002012-03-23T23:53:26.534-04:00Cord Conundrum I said I'd be blogging this weekend, and I kind of am, but until I get a new phone cord I can't upload any of the really good pictures I have to share. You see, my darling dearest puppy decided that chewing on the white iPhone charger was a brilliant idea a few weeks back. At first it was okay and still worked, but then she got a hold of it once more. I taped it up best I could and it works for charging... barely. I have to wiggle it just the right way. And when I plug it into my laptop to transfer pictures? Nothing. I'd do the sensible thing and go buy a new cord, but I already went shopping once today and forgot about it, so I'm not going again. I could also just email myself all of the photos, like I've done in the past, but there are far too many to pick that option this time. Thus, you'll just have to wait for the two (or was it three?) outfit posts and the Disney recap. I can, however, give you a little peek at some Instagrams lately. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Went to Target to buy sandals. Bought cereal bowls and flowered sneakers. Yeah... I do that a lot.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If I've ever sent you mail, you'd know that I adore confetti. I was attempting to put some in my thank you notes when all of a sudden -poof! The bag ripped open and fell everywhere! This picture makes it look tame, but trust me, I had to swoop in like a mama bird and steal the little pieces up before Pip decided to eat them all. </td></tr>
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Now back to what I've been doing all day, lounging and reading The Hunger Games. I finished the first in less than one day -like, I started yesterday at lunch and was done by this morning. I'd say, oh I don't know... six hours total? Yeah, I'm a pretty quick reader when I want to be. Anyway, now I feel like I should publicly take back anything bad I've ever said about them, ha! It took me so long to read them because I'm stubborn and don't like liking things that everyone else loves. Taylor jokingly calls me a Hipster, but in that regard it's kind of true. Sad, but true. Anyway! I've gotten over it and I'm hooked and so should you. Now I just have to wait for Taylor to get home to see the movie... patience is not really my best attribute. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-81323549074865818932012-03-21T18:58:00.004-04:002012-03-21T18:58:45.281-04:00Why Hello / Telegrams from Tuesday<div class="tr_bq">
Fancy meeting you here. Why you ask? Because once again my little internet home has been a bit neglected. That's what happens when your 21st birthday and Spring Break are two weekends apart I suppose. I'll be updating on those exciting events probably Friday, but for now I'm just stopping by to leave a late Telegram from Tuesday and say that I <i>will </i>start blogging more again, pinky promise. This week has already been busy and I'm dealing with a bit of post-Disney depression, if you will, so I'm kind of looking forward to a weekend with just me and Pippa and my laptop. </div>
That being said, I'm going to miss Taylor a whole bunch. He and his rugby team won their last two games, making them USA Southeastern DIII Champions! or something like that. I can't get all of those fancy-schmancy titles right. He's heading to Virginia for the Eastern semifinal something-or-others on Friday (<a href="http://www.gofundme.com/hg9rk" target="_blank">go donate here!</a>) so I'll be catching up on some Disney posts and a few outfit posts, maybe even a craft or two. So here's a bit of prettiness and some wise words from Mr. Walt Disney to accompany it.<br />
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<i><span class="body">"I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained."</span></i></blockquote>
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<i><span class="body">"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."</span></i></blockquote>
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<i><span class="body">"Or heritage and ideals, our code and standards - the
things we live by and teach our children - are preserved or diminished
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new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down
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After being at Disney again this break, Walt's words ring even louder in my ears -he was such a visionary and a dreamer. I can't wait to share more Disney photographs with you. XO. <br />OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-77661918334852398772012-03-11T00:01:00.001-05:002012-03-18T22:46:18.001-04:00Spring Break Fever Just a little drop in to say hello. I've been slacking on the posts this week -midterms and packing and tracking down my school refund money took up quite a bit of time. <br />
Taylor is off in Alabama kicking some rugby butt this weekend and Pip and I headed to my relatives. We're leaving little Miss here with Grandma while we go to Disney, the longest we'll have ever been without her, but she loves getting to see her puppy siblings so I know she'll be fine. <br />
Bright and early tomorrow morning, my Aunt and Uncle and I are heading to Walt Disney World! And then after his game tomorrow, Taylor will be meeting us at the Animal Kingdom Lodge for three exciting days at the parks. I'm excited excited excited. And did I mention excited? So here's a picture of Pippa trying to drink my free birthday Venti Starbucks frap as we started our Spring Break. Hopefully I'll have a bit of time to update soon. XO. <br />
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<br />OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-28938946600580183342012-03-01T11:14:00.001-05:002012-03-01T11:27:17.367-05:00Oh, March <b>Why hello there, March.</b> You've finally arrived with all of your excitement in tow. You make me dream of sunny days, picnics and dates in the park. I like to think of you as my "birthday month," because I tend to celebrate throughout your weeks. You fill me with glee -Disney World over Spring Break, celebrating leprechauns, honoring the big Twenty-One with family and friends, nearing the end of the semester, but not so near for finals and stress. The flowers begin blooming, the birds chirp in the trees, and everything feels like it's changing for the better. March, you're a peaceful, joyful month. One where I can play outside with my puppy, and <i>finally </i>go to the store for champagne and make all sorts of delicious cocktails. So here's to you, dearest March. May we equally delight in each others company. XO.<br />
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</tbody></table>OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-82856432261044069512012-02-29T15:02:00.000-05:002012-02-29T15:02:27.247-05:00But Green's the Color of the Spring<i>In honor of Leap Day and those cute green leaping amphibians, here's an outfit post dedicated to green!</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skirt- Ross (around 5/6 years ago); Shoes- TJ Maxx; Top- F21; Belt- Vintage</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teasing her with a leaf so I could get her to look at the camera. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bug was on the tree by my hand, so I uttered a noise that sounded like "EEEeek!" and swiftly hopped towards Taylor. Thank goodness he takes pictures of things like this.</td></tr>
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<b>Happy Leap Day!</b> Go out and do something unusual. Start reading a new book. Wear lots of green. Make new friends. Eat dessert for dinner and breakfast at midnight. Write love poems and actually send them. Try something new and unexpected. Remember that every day you have a chance to renew yourself and change, so take advantage of this extra day! And if it doesn't work out? There's always tomorrow. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-81502725961710484822012-02-28T23:51:00.000-05:002012-02-28T23:51:27.843-05:00Telegrams from Tuesday<i>A weekly post for OhmySkye! Dedicated to my favorite little puppy and the half-price watercolors I bought the other day that have kept me company all weekend. </i><br />
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So late tonight because I've been busy with this little lady and a broken boyfriend -puppies and sprained ankles make any day more difficult, but I wouldn't trade these two for the whole world. Expect an outfit post in the next few days and<b> my birthday is on Saturday! </b>so I'll be gone this weekend. The Emily Dickinson poem can be found <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/181379" target="_blank">here</a>. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-63675337859445807662012-02-25T19:06:00.000-05:002012-02-25T19:15:51.321-05:00Easy Peasy Pretty Pair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yay! I am <i>finally </i>doing a for real craft post! Inspired by <a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2012/02/geometric-photo-art-project.html" target="_blank">this</a> and <a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2011/11/modern-wall-art-with-paint-swatches.html" target="_blank">this</a> on <a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/" target="_blank">A Beautiful Mess</a>, I was so excited about this one. I dragged Taylor to the store the other day with visions of the loveliness that would soon reside over our bed, and I'm so happy with the finished product. It took me the entire afternoon, but I was also doing laundry and waiting on my birthday flowers to arrive, so I was taking longer than I could have. I totally think you should make one for yourself -if you're against the lovey-dovey stuff, then how about just you or an adorable pet? <br />
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<b>Supplies</b>: Five (or more/less) colors of scrapbook paper, one piece of white poster board, photo of choice (printed out of course), embroidery thread, ribbon, paper doilies, decent-sized frame, gold paint pen, needle, glue stick, scissors, and a measuring tape.<br />
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<b>One</b>: Print out your favorite photograph and take your scissors to it. Make sure it's an image that can be easily cut out, nothing with crazy backgrounds and confusing lines -it just makes the whole process easier. Cut allll the way around it (and in the middle if there are parts like mine between the arms, where the background of the photo shows through). <br />
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<b>Two</b>: Cut out your piece of poster board so it will fit into the frame.<br />
<b>Three</b>: Snip out equilateral triangles from your scrapbook paper. Mine were 2.5in. on each side but you could do bigger or smaller depending on the frame size. I ended up with about seven of the colorful pieces and fourteen of the neutral and it was just enough. You could also add more colors, less colors, use paint swatches instead, the possibilities are kind of endless.<br />
<b>Four</b>: Place those triangles in a pretty pattern on your poster board. Make sure you like the layout before you glue anything down and try to keep the triangles as close together and straight as possible. Glue, and then trim around the edges.<br />
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<b>Five</b>: Figure out where you want your doily and photo placed, and then glue those down as well. I liked mine with one doily as a sort of halo effect, but you could certainly add more. It could be cute to do two different images and then halo them both; get creative!<br />
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<b>Six</b>: Once everything is glued into place, thread your needle with a length about twice as long as the area you want to cover. So for mine, I doubled the length around the doily section that was showing and then used that much thread, and it worked perfectly. Another tip is to poke your holes where you want them, first, giving you a guideline to follow. Then go about your sewing. I just did a simple backstitch on mine but you could always get fancier.<br />
<i>Warning here: Be careful! The paper and the doily are way more fragile than fabric, so go slow and don't pull too tightly. I managed to feel really dumb and ripped part of my doily, oops! Luckily you can't really see it once it's framed, but you have been warned.</i><br />
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<b>Seven</b>: Embellishing time! Glue a pretty ribbon across the top and add some lyrics with a gold pen (mine are from "Birds of a Feather" by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnWObfntGI0" target="_blank">The Civil Wars</a>!) Another mistake I made for you that you can avoid -don't write too close to the edges, as the frame will end up covering some of your words up.<br />
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<b>Eight</b>: Frame it and hang it on the wall! Bonus points if you cut out extra hearts to place around it. Triple bonus points if you make your bed for the sole purpose of photographing it! And if your puppy hides under the bed all day because you're busy crafting, then you win automatically.<br />
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I really hope you enjoyed this because I've got a few more crafty things up my sleeve. Go forth and create, my beautiful readers! XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-55865667559181663172012-02-24T17:07:00.000-05:002012-02-24T17:07:14.077-05:00After-school Sunbeams This one time (yesterday), I wore a really cute outfit. And everyone told me how cute it was all day long. So I thought to myself, "Self, why aren't you doing outfit posts?" Then concluded that I probably should. So here's a lookie-loo!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, you read correctly. The flowery "shirt" is actually the dress from <a href="http://ohmyskye.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-like-new.html" target="_blank">this</a> post and <a href="http://ohmyskye.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-finals-week-happy-2nd-birthday.html" target="_blank">this</a> post. It's just been magically transformed (read: tucked in)!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taylor took all of these pictures for me (Best Boyfriend Ever Award goes to him!) and he liked that he caught my hair in midair. I think it's reminiscent of Pippi Longstocking's braids.</td></tr>
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It took me much longer than expected to get these put up -I had a little run in with files not uploading in their proper orientation and having to Google how to fix it. Now that I know what's up, I'll have another outfit post coming in the next few days, along with our Sunday date night post and <i>possibly </i>a craft. Hope you have a romantic Friday! XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-78040403679430357972012-02-23T20:58:00.002-05:002012-02-23T20:58:50.702-05:00Hats Off to Harmony<i>This is another new idea that I hope becomes a regular. After writing and books, I adore music immensely. It can change the mood of any bad day, make me go from upset to smiling in a matter of minutes. I've been slacking on discovering new music lately, so this is partially as much for me as it is for ya'll. Enjoy this new post!</i><br />
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<b>Hats off to The Civil Wars' "Barton Hollow<i>"</i></b><i><br /></i><br />
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This CD has been on repeat in my car for... well... longer than I'd like to admit. I do that to CD's I really love and this one is no exception. I think my mother put it best when she said that they reminded her of something my great-grandmother, Memire, would listen to. It makes me think of winding back roads, flowery vines growing up the side of a cottage, flowing skirts and crafting with my hands. I want to sit under a tree and drink Earl Grey and read poetry to this music, and then get up and twirl, spinning around in a calico dress with daisies in my braided hair. <br />
They make me daydream stories into existence, reminisce and generally feel creative. Maybe they'll do the same for you. My favorites at the moment are Birds of a Feather and To Whom it May Concern -I tell Taylor that the former is him and me. Seriously, go get their CD right now. If you regret it, you can blame me. And then send me your copy, because I'll probably wear mine out pretty quickly. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-42055883903210813422012-02-21T10:30:00.000-05:002012-02-21T10:30:01.978-05:00Telegrams from Tuesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<i>One of my resolutions was to blog more, and here I am, trying very hard. I started a planner strictly for OhmySkye the other day, with pages worth of ideas and blog-specific dates -lots of inspiration for my little home on the internet. One of the first things I knew I wanted to start was a literary aspect with quotes and pretty pictures that don't get posted otherwise. So here it is, Telegrams from Tuesday, the first addition of (hopefully) many more to come.</i></div>
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Just a quick note to mention that I managed to make myself a blog button. I am so very proud of it. With the help of a little editing and a lot of re-reading the tutorial on <a href="http://www.homestoriesatoz.com/2010/03/i-love-to-make-buttons.html#comment-50885" target="_blank">this site</a>, combined with a slightly traumatizing adventure into my old Photobucket account so I had a place to host it (I exclaimed to Taylor <i>"Ohhhh, I was so angsty in my youth!"</i> Yeah, that bad), I've created a way for you to share your love for me! Vain, I know, but I have this grand scheme of having a wonderful blog one day that shall make it so I don't have to work a real job. Yeah yeah, every blogger dreams that, but I've recently been reminded that only you stand in the way of your dreams -so I'm getting myself excited about writing and blogging again. Also, here is Pippa under my bedside table:<br />
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Moral of the story, if you read this and have a blog, do me a favor and share my newly created button! It's right over there >>> And if you don't, then just keep reading, because that's all I want anyway -to share my little blog and my life with you. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-37828670910281583742012-02-19T12:52:00.000-05:002012-02-19T12:52:41.731-05:00Week Seven of the "52 Dates of 2012"<b>Walk around San Marco in the daytime and get ice cream.</b><br />
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Taylor and I went after my Friday morning class to eat at Black Bean and get ice cream at Peterbrooke in San Marco. It's the cutest part of town, with shops and yummy food in the middle of pretty historic houses (I promised we would live somewhere equally adorable one day). To Taylor's complete dismay, Black Bean had closed down, so we ate at The Loop instead. Delicious, but not really the Cuban flavors we craved. Despite our little misfortune, we had such a nice date. I uncovered my amazing book find at the San Marco Bookstore. We shared Taylor's terrific banana pudding ice cream and I bought myself a White Chocolate Mocha at Starbuck's because I was frigid after walking around for so long. I didn't take many pictures, but we vowed to go back on a less rainy and chilly day and explore some more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See <a href="http://ohmyskye.blogspot.com/2012/02/bookshelf-of-bibliophile.html" target="_blank">this post</a> for more flowers and book love!</td></tr>
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Actually, I didn't take any real pictures at all of Mr. Taylor... oops! Ah well, another day. This one is short and sweet, as I'm not feeling great this morning and we have a million and one errands to get done. I'm trying to get better at blogging on a schedule, so hopefully if all goes well you shall have a few more posts to enjoy this week. Have a practically perfect Sunday! XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-1469941072877806062012-02-17T19:10:00.000-05:002012-02-17T19:10:54.998-05:00Bookshelf of a Bibliophile <span style="font-family: inherit;">Wandering around the San Marco Bookstore today, my heart leapt out of my chest and I called out to Taylor; there, in the middle of a seemingly average shelf of old books, was one with the title</span><i style="font-family: inherit;"> British Flora</i><span style="font-family: inherit;">. Blue, musty smelling as all good books become, I grabbed it at random hoping for a glimpse of a vintage drawing. Something much, much better awarded itself to me -actual flowers, nestled between the pages like hidden secrets meant for only my eyes to discover. I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing for a minute.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Bentham" target="_blank">George Bentham</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Dalton_Hooker" target="_blank">Joseph D. Hooker</a> were two prominent botanists of the Victorian Era. Hooker was Darwin's BFF, and Bentham was an older colleague. Quite fascinating gentlemen.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The original came out in 1858, but my copy is from 1947, almost one hundred years later.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Elizabeth, who could you have been?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first flower is placed on a page about preserving and collecting "specimens". </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Was she studying, perhaps?</td></tr>
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It's finds like these that make my English-major mind dream up all sorts of stories surrounding the artifact. Was the previous owner a botanist? Are the markings on the page meant as signals of which blooms she has seen in person or are they just her favorites? Are the clippings she saved significant, or are they simply from her backyard? Did she have a secret garden with a crippled cousin and parents who died in India?<br />
Okay, that last one was a stretch, but you get where I'm coming from. Though I admit I am selfish and would like to hoard all of these beautiful finds to myself, I decided that I should share these pretties with my darling readers. I'll feature a book every so often and the reasons I adore it, with photographs of all the best parts. You're welcome. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-56121573085820823062012-02-13T13:45:00.001-05:002012-02-13T13:45:31.078-05:00Week Six of the "52 Dates of 2012"<b>Visit the MOSH Planetarium. </b><br />
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This week and last week got a little messed up. We were supposed to do something else Week Five but switched it with "Eat at Maggiano's". Week Six started as "Go to the zoo", but with the frigid cold front that came through Jacksonville, we decided last minute to re-pick a date. The Museum of Science and History (MOSH) is so great, especially when you want something warm yet exciting to do. They're open 7 days a week, so Sunday early afternoon we headed downtown to see what it was all about.<br />
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We arrived, purchased our Planetarium show tickets to see "Black Holes" at 3pm, and started wandering the first floor. There, we saw live animals, replicas of sea creatures, inside the human body, and where our water comes from, along with a dinosaur!<br />
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We headed up to the second floor and explored the hands-on learning section. Taylor especially loved the physics and music ones, and I liked looking through all of the microscopes. It was close to 3pm by that point, so we walked over to the Planetarium to present our tickets and get seated. You can imagine our sadness when we discovered that a private party had booked the entire Planetarium for a show about sea life, and the front desk people hadn't known when they sold us our tickets. It turned out for the better in the end though, because they gave us complimentary tickets to come back to the museum another day and see the Black Hole show at another time. Don't you love when things work like that? It always pays to be calm and grateful.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank you wonderful MOSH staff! This kind of made our day.</td></tr>
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The free time slot in our afternoon allowed us to take a look around the history sections, which explored Jacksonville and North Florida in particular. It was so fascinating, it's always exciting to learn new things about the place you live I think. The Victorian and Mid-Century sections were my very favorite, I kept asking Taylor <i>"Can I just live here, please?"</i> <span id="goog_1975599719"></span><span id="goog_1975599720"></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So cute! I wanted to move right in. Why yes, I'll take that pink telephone please. Of course I'll have that bar on wheels in the corner. What do you mean I'm not allowed to jump over the glass and start moving my clothes into the closet?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This skirt needed to parseltongue its way out of the glass and get into my closet. The strawberries! The flowers and leaves! The creamy color! It was just perfection.</td></tr>
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Taylor's favorite part was seeing the owls hoot and move their big eyes in the ecology section. I loved the above mentioned lifestyles of the late 1800's and mid 1900's. After a long day of venturing through the MOSH, we were both hungry and needed to get home to our puppy. We ended a lovely Sunday with another trip to Maggiano's as an early Valentine's dinner (so delicious) and snuggling up to watch the Grammy's and stay warm. We haven't chosen this weeks date yet, but he's got a home game and won't be traveling all weekend so it should be a good one. XO.<br />
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P.S. This also crosses off a 21 Before 21 list item! Yay!OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-3235038830371833522012-02-09T20:02:00.000-05:002012-02-09T20:02:10.985-05:00Going Medieval...... in the best way ever. Last Saturday, my Aunt and Uncle and cousins and I piled into a minivan and drove down from their home in the 10-Acre Woods to Gainseville and the Hoggetowne Medieval Faire. If you've never been to a Faire, well... I suggest you go immediately. It truly is wonderful, so many great crafts, so much superb people watching, so very much good fair food. Deep fried twinkies and creative types? Count me in.<br />
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This was moments before we saw the line for parking. <i>Yes. There was a line. For parking.</i>
And then once you parked? There was another line to get on a bus to
drive to the fair grounds to get into a line to buy your tickets to wait in a line to...
yeah, you get the idea. It was worth it to see the little one's face
when she saw the elephant though -so precious.<br />
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Go right now and look at the <a href="http://www.gvlculturalaffairs.org/website/programs_events/HMF/medieval_index.html" target="_blank">Faire website</a>, it really is amazing how many talented people join in on the festivities. There are booths for homemade sodas, booths for crowns woven from copper, booths for every type of leather work you could imagine. Musical instruments, clothiers, weapons and places to test them out. There are musicians who dance, fire breathers, acrobats, and people who are just there to make your experience better, like the King and Queen. My mom and I have this elaborate plan where we're going to set up a booth at one of these one day and travel the country. How delightful would that be? Fair warning to history buffs- ignore all of the period dressing that is from the wrong period. Some people just like to dress up. This is a place where they can do that, whether historically accurate or not. (Never mind that I definitely shook my own head at the people in Steampunk. Really guys? That's a little too inaccurate, even for me, ha!)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">King, Me with Bella on my lap, Samantha, and the Queen. I'd like that throne in my future home, please and thank you. Also, don't I have the cutest cousins? Then again, I could be just <i>slightly </i>biased...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting knighted/crowned. Princess Skye of the Scottish Isles. The name suits me, no?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why yes, I am a Star Throwing Champion -if you count throwing five stars and having only one stick into the wall. Ah well, it's the effort behind it I suppose.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girl elephant we rode. I love her freckles.</td></tr>
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A little more on that crown you can see in the pictures. I made it myself Thursday night. All by myself. For less than 20 dollars. One day I suppose I'll do a tutorial for making them, but unfortunately I only took a few pictures that night and the lighting wasn't the best, so it will have to come another time.<br />
I started out heading to Michael's and buying on-sale flowers and four or five different types of ribbon. The lacy one was the most expensive item at 5.99$ but I had a coupon and saved a few dollars, keeping me under my 20$ budget. I won't go into specifics, but I basically deconstructed the flowers and reconstructed them as a wreath and then added more ribbon than necessary. Pippa slept by my side the entire time, and the process only took me a couple hours. I also had enough leftovers to make a second, smaller wreath. Hooray!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of my pieces. The sequins are being saved for another project, they were just too much. On an unrelated-ish note, I do <i>everything </i>on my bed. I write, I craft, I read, I eat snacks, I play my ukulele. I've always loved desks but never use them, my bed is way more comfortable. Maybe it's just another one of my many quirks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally, the finished product! Those super adorable doilies you see there? One. Dollar. Yes sirry, in the dollar section of Michael's, oh how I love that place. </td></tr>
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That is all of my medieval travels, for now at least. I was sad that Taylor didn't get to tag along this year, so we'll definitely be returning again next Winter. Speaking of him, we're supposed to go to the zoo for our date this week, so keep a look out for that. Also, if you're reading I would love for you to comment! I can see how many people view each page, but I'm not psychic and don't know what all of you lovely people think about it. So ask me questions, tell me heartfelt anecdotes, leave funny comments about how silly the King looks, whatever! XO. <br />OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7012075854439920134.post-63516171270232500452012-02-08T22:13:00.000-05:002012-02-08T22:13:46.960-05:00Weekend Recap Wednesday Once again I went on a blogging binge and then got busy. Go figure. The reason for this busyness was well warranted- a weekend away with Miss Pippa and then playing catch-up once I got home. So here I am, playing catch-up on this little blog as well, my dears. This past weekend, Taylor headed out of town for a rugby game and I headed to my relative's for a mini-vacation. I drove over Friday, we trekked to the Hoggetowne Medieval Faire on Saturday and spent Sunday together on the 10-Acre Woods (what I like to call their property). Another post should be flying in shortly about <i>just </i>the Faire, so stay tuned!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giving kisses before we get on the road! She had a Vet appointment before we could take off, so Taylor was kind and took these pictures for me. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wearing Leopard in honor of my great-grandmother, Memire's birthday. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Pssst! Pippa is driving!</i> Don't tell the puppy police that she hasn't gotten her license, though.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing with her second-cousin and her brother, Bandit. Yes, Bella was pushing her in the stroller.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good morning! Trying to drink her mommy's coffee on Sunday.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learning to slide. Wheeeee!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learning to swing. Not very enthused about this one...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Princess riding her trike around. Pip was kind of scared of this.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bella decided it was a much better idea to push Pippa in the wagon. Also, as I was taking this picture I forgot the word for that red thing with wheels that you pull. Leave it to the three year old to remind me of "wagon". </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Making Valentine's with my Grandma KDK and the kiddos to send to the soldiers in my step-dad's office. All of the cards say "To: Our Heroes". </td></tr>
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More to come as soon as I can re-save all of the Faire pictures to their correct locations. XO.OhmySkyehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13181610298267785604noreply@blogger.com0