Mother Of The Bride. Yep.

Oh my goodness I have been extra busy! I am now a Mother of The Bride and that takes a surprising amount of time and effort. I must say, I love it. It has given Tayler and I a chance to have a lot of time together. I am not the typical MOB, in my humble opinion. I really don't mind what theme Tayler wants, what colors, or if Big Bird is the DJ. She can have purple tuxedos and if it makes her day all she ever dreamed it would be then so be it.  Oddly enough, she picked the exact colors I would have chosen. She picked the exact dresses I would have wanted. She is decorating the reception in my dream decor. Hmmm, funny how that worked out! Maybe it was the hundreds of hours we spent together when she was young shopping for tea sets and everything Shabby Chic. Tayler has always been a classy gal though. She came out of the womb with a fashionable hand bag thrown over her little shoulder.

 It is going to be a beautiful  vintage style wedding and she will be a beautiful bride. She and Kyle have a lot of fun things planned that will allow their unique personalities to shine.

We have had the best time looking for dresses, doilies and mason jars. Here is something I found at a garage sale. It will fit perfectly.

 Her gown is UNREAL and all I could think of as she stood there on that platform is.....

"I gave birth to The Little Mermaid!"

She looked just like her! Maybe I am a teensy bit biased, but I didn't blame the people in the bridal shop for stopping to stare at her with their mouths agape. She was truly a vision. Now, add about 200 people, a groom, music, candles, and her Dad on her arm....and I will be a heap of tears. Here is a picture of her in A dress but of course it is not THE dress...

Here is an idea of her colors and style....

Now, one thing I have to find is a Mother of The Bride gown. So far, the ones I have found are not very nice. Sort of boxy and full of pleats. I don't want to stand out, I want to blend in, but not like a curtain blends in to a wall. And most of those gowns look like drapes. Here is one I found. I know, how tacky that I took it in the mirror but I wanted to capture the moment I tried on my FIRST Mother of The Bride gown. I was a little choked up over it all. It isn't the right color, or style, but it was the FIRST try.

And just for fun, a picture of Havensong dress shopping too. We lost her for a bit!

And here is a link to their wedding blog:

http://www.projectwedding.com/ourwedding/kyleandtayler

Little Miss Muffet

Why is it a spider can strike such terror in most people?

I. hate. them.

I know... I know....they eat harmful insects. Their venom is used to make glue and even artificial muscles. But they are so creepy. I was in the cellar tonight going through boxes and bins and when I was done I felt like I needed a shower after getting all dusty. While I was taking my ponytail out of my hair a huge spider came crawling down my neck. I felt like Elvira. I screamed and it fell to the ground, no doubt from my shrill voice. I  instantly jumped onto the counter with my knees up.

.................There is always that moment when I am staring at the spider wondering if it is worth it to smash it because it is oh so gross and I then run the risk of it jumping me and taking me to the ground. And then I think of my dear sweet children, and I know I have to kill it because it might crawl into their beds with them. Some people scoop them up kindly take them outside and set them free. But the way I look at it, if he (yes he) comes into my territory, it's fair game. So I leaned down, grabbed my rubber boot and proceeded to pummel it. A rubber boot is surprisingly ineffective. He almost made it out alive, but I threw my boot at the last second before he slipped under the door, and I pinned him.

I think Tayler inherited my love for spiders. She is always employing the help of her brother. He hunts them down in her room and kills them. She has a phantom spider that only she can see. Beau has yet to find it. Here is a picture of him searching through her laundry.

We were in the van the other day trying to find a garage sale. We were just about to go into a roundabout and she started screaming. That's never good. I was looking for an animal in the road, or a gunman. She was freaking out. I saw nothing. She unbuckled her seat belt and threw herself into the backseat. I didn't know which road I was to take because she had the map. "WHAT?!" I yelled.

There was a spider on the DASH she loudly informed me. I looked and sure enough there he was. He was digging his little fangs into the dashboard and looking right at me. By now I had entered the roundabout and I was also screaming. I had no idea which road to take so I kept going around and around. By the third time I exited the circle and pulled into the first driveway. We skidded to a stop and jumped out. The only thing I could find to kill it was a bridal magazine.THWAP!


"Press hard on it!" Tayler yelled.

I did. It worked. We looked up gasping for breath and saw we were at the estate sale by total accident. I tore the page off that had the expired spider and tossed it in the trash on our way in.

I saw a Mentos commercial starring a spider and had to laugh. I laughed because the woman in it KNOWS exactly what that spider is capable of doing. I picture this happening to Beau when he finally comes face to face with the phantom spider in Tayler's room.

Candi Cane

I told my sister that if she became a follower of my blog I would write a post about her. So here it goes. Some of my best memories of her are from when we were young. Those were the days when we were allowed to roam freely all over the planet. We were as happy to run out the door as our parents were to see us go. We would wake up on Saturday, watch our morning cartoons, then pack our Tupperware full of PB & J and Kool-Aid. What amazes me is that they never checked on us! We spent most of our time down at the creek swimming and catching crawdads. And we were SIX and NINE!!! It's amazing we survived! Oh how much fun we had exploring abandoned houses and wooded trails. The funny thing is that the ONLY time our Mom told us NOT to get wet, I almost drowned.....We were running down a very narrow trail with shrubs and brush all around us. We'd been there dozens of times. I remember coming around a corner and then all of a sudden there was only air beneath my feet. I splashed into the water below me and went under. My head came to the surface and I grabbed a hold of a culvert pipe with water rushing out of it. I started screaming because I was below spider webs, not because I was going under water. I wanted away from those spiders NOW. Candi ran to the edge of the water and came in to save me. It was very dramatic. She drug me to the shore and we sat there breathing heavy, thankful to be alive. Wet hair matted to our faces. We then realized we were in big trouble. We were wet. Drenched. We knew they would never believe us. We went home terrified. Well I was anyway. I have never asked her how she felt. Oddly enough I don't remember if we were punished. I will have to ask my Dad if he remembers. Either way I am sure they didn't appreciate the fact that they could have LOST US. I really should go back there and see it again. It's probably a just a little puddle about three feet deep with a teeney little pipe dripping water out the end.

I am thankful she threw herself in for me. I'm sure she would do it again if the situation ever arose.....I hope. :) I could go on and on about our adventures...I could talk about us beating off the sharks from our playroom rug.....but that's another post for another day.