7 Quick Takes

I’ve never done one of these before, but since I have a borderline-stalker-level blog crush on Grace and she always does it, I figured I’d just go ahead and do what I do best and try to follow in her bloggeriffic footsteps?

1. You were all oh-so-sweet and full of kindly compliments when I posted a recent belly shot on Instagram, which did wonders for hoisting my self-esteem up from the extreme depths to which it had plummeted after an unhappy incident with the scale at my most recent doctor’s appointment, but you know what kind of ruined it? A google chat with a certain husband who shall remain unnamed, in which he—in a misguided attempt at kindness—declared the picture to be ‘extremely flattering’ and ‘a really good shot’ and ‘almost pre-pregnancy good,’ which CLEARLY translates to said photo being ‘100% unrealistic’ and ‘an inaccurate representation of your actual appearance.’ (do not take this as a request for compliments, I swear.) I mean, yes, there was an unnatural amount of rotating and tummy-angling and limb-positioning involved in taking that picture in a flattering fashion, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but stilllllllllllllluuuuuggggghhhhhh.

2. I am not one of those talented bakers who churns out delicious-looking Martha Stewart-quality baked goods every time. Truth be told, my baking talent actually lies in an uncanny ability to ruin a dessert’s appearance, usually in its final moments before serving/consumption (think: frosting catastrophes, serving disasters, etc). So when I do, on rare occasions, pump out a picture-perfect dessert, you are subjected to it via the Gram. My sister-in-law is one of the aforementioned Martha Stewart-level bakers, and she wisely recommended this recipe, which I will second. Forrest declared them to be “so yummy,” so there you have it.

3. I finally succumbed to the wiles of the internet and purchased a BB Cream, which everyone on the webs seems to be all googly-eyed over. I tried this one and, honestly, am unimpressed. I would indeed call myself a fan of ‘light coverage’ for foundation-y type products, but this seemed to me more along the lines of ‘no coverage.’ I’ll try it again tomorrow, but I have a feeling it will end up being returned (speaking of which, Jeff and my mom both act shocked—borderline scandalized/horrified—that I regularly return used makeup/beauty products to stores).

4. I finished a birthday present for my little sister yesterday, and call me a drama queen but it is litchrally kiiiiiillllliiiiiiiing me not to post pictures of it anywhere. And her birthday isn’t for another week and a half so don’t be surprised if I’m litchrally dead by then. Death by lack-of-social-media-gratification.

5. I recently sewed some cute little headbands for the girly-poo, and I keep just getting them out and staring at them in a pregnancy-induced stupor of cuteness. I’m not sure tutorials are necessary for any of it—the headbands or bows/flowers (I’m sure it’s all been done before)—but if you are interested, let me know. They’re all interchangeable, and are being quality-control tested by a certain child with a huge noggin who has not yet realized that headbands aren’t typically worn by almost-3-year old (!) boys.

6. In the past 24 hours, I have cried over: Toy Story 3, a Rascal Flatts song (personal application level to my own life: zero), Forrest peeing on the potty (potty-trained/-ing? not really) twice, thinking back on the Toy Story 3 scene that set me off in the first place, and Forrest singing all the words to (the first verse of) I Am a Child of God. Thank you, pregnancy hormones!

7. So you know how one of my monthly goals for like 3 months running now has been to sew myself a skirt? With a measly 5 days left in the month, I am once again waffling on whether or not to use my precious fabric on a skirt or not (I am very cheap, as you my know, and fabric is very not cheap, so I get a bit hoard-y), and am now wondering if I’d get more use out of a tunic like unto this one? Have you any of you made it or something similar? If so, lead me guide me walk beside me (slash tell me how it turned out).