The hubs

Sometimes I am a wench. A wench that thinks that she does everything perfectly and doesn't always feel loved. I turn into a wench when life doesn't match the scenarios I have created in my mind.  In turn, I can make some moments in life can miserable for all. Other times I realize how lucky I am. My husband is one hard working guy. He holds my feet when we watch tv and gently tickles the back of my neck on road trips. He makes me laugh until I cry and takes care of me. The bottom line is he tries and I need to appreciate that.  I read this Bob Marley quote today (oddly on pinterest) and it really struck a cord with me (especially the "Don't analyze" line).  I love my husband and I need to make sure he knows that...

"He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you."

I need to have this tattooed on my inner arm so that I can read it over and over again. P's not perfect, I'm not perfect but our crazy little life if pretty darn close.

Sew Tweet!

Paul is out of town and that is usually when I get crafty. I'm meeting the little ladies that I am going to start watching tomorrow so I decided that I should bring them a prize.  What better than a shirt? It was so much fun making girlie stuff.  Usually, my creations are for Sean, Marc, and Huck so I was excited to throw a little feminine flair into my crafting.

For Gabbi:

For Lili:

For sweet, little Sarah:



Grown up bedroom

I want a big girl room.  Maybe I should say adult bedroom (since my husband rests his head there too...lol).  Currently our bedroom has a king size bed, two shabby night tables, a green dresser and a single ugly lamp. Pitiful, huh? 

Since we have lived here I have not had a good nights sleep.  I really think that it's because I feel like I'm sleepy in a not so chic hotel.  I've been scouring thrift/consignment shops for a bed that I can be crafty with.  This saga has been going on for too long. I need to suck it up, decide what I want and be PROACTIVE.  I'm leaning towards an upholstered headboard with an interesting print.

You're my fave...

In hopes of lifting myself out of  moppiness I decided channel my inner Maria and think of a few of my favorite things.

Picnics on beaches and kisses on noses

Sweet summer smiles and big cottage roses

Night tables piled with good things to read

These are a few of my favorite things

Light blue hydrangeas and crisp white platters

Lemons and limes and doorbells that chime

Big labs that sleep with their heads on my knees

These are a few of my favorite things

Turtlenecks paired with great fitting jeans

Willie on the radio makes my heart sing

Dear family memories tugging heart strings

These are a few of my favorite things

When the earth shakes

When the rain falls

When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Bring it...

I'm feeling a bit mopey today. Charleston is grand. The sunshine is grand. The slower pace is grand. The beach is grand. The fact that my hubbie went back to work after a week of us being silly and lazy  together stinks.  The fact that I can't find a job stinks. The fact that I don't have any friends here stinks.  The fact that there is a hurricane brewing stinks. As you can tell, poor, pitiful Erin is rearing her ugly head and I need to get her in check...and FAST.

I have a interview on Wednesday. Let's not discuss the fact that it's for a Nanny position and I have an MA.  Instead, let's ponder L.M. Montgomery's advice below. I heart Anne of Green Gables and little people so maybe it will be ok.



Oh, Sugar, Sugar. You are my candy girl and you got me wanting you. ...

I am saying sayonara to sugar.  At least for a few months. Fertility has not been my friend and Paul and I have decided to take a more homeopathic approach this moth.  Macca root, lean meat, lots of veggies, as little stress as possible and wiping out refined sugar.  I thought that this would be easy cheesy. Hell, I've been poked and prodded and infuriated for two years...dropping sugar will be nothing.  I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong. 

All day, I have been haunted by sugar plums.  Normally I am a savory kinda gal. I'll take popcorn over cake. Pretzels over ice cream. Almonds over candy. Not today, my friends...not today.

Today I would like to swim in a vat of this....

And them nom, nom, nom on these (sour patch kids)...

While sipping on an ice cold one of these...

It's only day one...I will survive. I will survive. I will survive. I'm convinced that my nagging for sugar is a classic case of wanting what you can't have.  Popcorn and a movie are in my near future.

Strung Silk Necklace...I die!

Anthropologie is one of my favorite places on earth. When I walk into the store, it's like the heavens open, the little mermaid sings, and all of my senses are tweaked. The flickering candles smell like High's ice cream of my youth, the colors of amazing stock tempt me like my Uncle Vincent's mess of paints once did, hats end up on my head....scarves around my neck and while it cannot be confirmed, I am sure that my eyes begin to twinkle. 

While my reflexes aren't as extreme while perusing Anthro online...neither is my inclination to buy, buy, buy! However, tonight, clad in stretchy pants curled up in my comfy den, I stumbled upon the coolest necklace ever...a strung silk necklace.  See the picture below (have a hankie close by, you may drool):

There are so many things that I heart about this necklace: the colors, the awesome texture, the rough knotting...mostly, the way that it reminds me of the beautiful silk scarves that my Grandmother always effortlessly draped around her neck.  How versatile is this??? I can see it with a simple white tee and jeans, adding a splash to a sassy black dress...the options are limitless. Everything about this piece is exquisite, everything that this, except the price...a whopping $148 smackers.  When I saw the price I slumped a bit in my chair. After all, the necklace is simple a bunch of silk strips that are edged and knotted.  Over and over I told myself, "Erin...get a grip...it's a necklace made of scraps for a hundred bucks".  And then the heavens opened (I can always count on Anthro) and I heard my mother's sweet voice saying "you can make this"! Many times my mother has deflated my excitement when I find a simple shift or an ultra cool pillow.  She simply glances at the price and says "you know, Erin Rose, we could totally make this ourselves".  Usually she is right...most of the time I buy my find anyway.  This purchase, however, I could not rationalize.  I will however begin collecting silk scarps and attempt my own strung silk piece of beautiful.