Mrs. Priss

Being that I’ve been in a super crafty (and nesty!) mood lately, I figured it was about time to give my little vanity chair a makeover.  I’ve never recovered anything, so I wasn’t quite sure how it was going to turn out…

Before:

Stains. Niiiiiiiiice.

After:

Ahh, much better.

A little black spray paint and a major case of trigger finger later (staple guns are serious business, man), I have a much prettier place to sit and put on my makeup.

And umm, I just have to say how incredibly addicting that fabric is.  I went back to the fabric store and bought another yard — okay, two yards – of it and covered some cork board (which you can see on the table in the picture), and have been trying to figure out something else to do with the rest because it is just SO DARN CUTE.  That was the longest sentence ever.  Anyway… Ideas?  :)

Blurry belly.

So, scratch the big San Francisco shopping plans I had for tomorrow.  After a very cocky attempt at taking a long walk the other night, I discovered that I am, in fact, a 5 ton BEAST and would likely pass out, give birth, and/or die if I tried to shop for 6 hours straight.   So guess who gets to stay home in lovely Fresno and catch up on laundry this weekend?  Moi!

In baby news, there isn’t much to report, other than CONTRACTIONNNNNNS.  Sadly, I doubt they’re anything to get super excited over… just my trusty old uterus doin’ it’s thang to gear up for the big event.  But still, progress!  So, whoop whoop.

Oh, AND!  20 days left until my due date!  Less than three weeks! AHH!

I hope you all have a lovely weekend!

• The election is over.  We can all be friends, hold hands and skip through fields of daisies once again.
• Gingersnap Lattes from Starbucks.  Heavenly.  TRUST ME ON THIS. Why they don’t just call it the Gingerbread Latte like every other winter is beyond me, but they pretty much taste the same.
• Getting the okay from my doctor to spend this Saturday shopping at Union Square in San Francisco.  Two fingers in my hoo-ha at yesterday’s appointment showed I’m not the least bit dilated, so all that walking can’t hurt, right?
• Blonde bobs.  I knowwww, I’ve been there, done that… but Lordy, they’re sassy and adorable and I just might be wanting one again.

For the record, I really, really don't like Hayden Panettiere and searched for an unflattering picture of her with this hairstyle for a good 30 minutes... only to find that IT DOESN'T EXIST. I think I dislike her even more now.

• Christmas decorating.  I’m not going to lie, I’m taking a day off next week to put the finishing touches on the nursery, clean house, and put up my Christmas tree.  A little early?  Probably. Any shame over here? Nope.
• Personalized baby goodies from Shea.

I may or may not have used them to wipe my own drool. So cute.

• A bouquet of roses and a sweet note from Justin.  There’s just nothing better.

Wow, I actually didn’t put anything edible on this list.  If you follow me on Twitter, you know that is so unlike me.  Wait, do lattes count?  Nah.

What would you put on your love list right now?

What's with the forced smiles lately? I promise I'm a happy person!

I have less than a month left until my due date and I’m freaking out.  Like, wow, FREAKING OUT.  I always do this thing where I think, “Okay, what was I doing 12 weeks ago?  That’s how long I have to wait! heeheehee.” and skip off to enjoy my day without a care.  But right now?  Not so much.  Tomorrow I’ll be able to say that I’m due at the end of the month.  I’ll be a mom at the end of the month.  !!!!!!!

I definitely don’t feel ready, but everyone says the mama bear instinct will kick in and everything will feel natural and all that.  It better.  I’ve never even held a newborn! They’re too tiny and fragile and slippery… I’m thinking I should probably get over it now.

I will give myself props on the fact I’ve been super productive these past few weeks and the nursery is actually looking like a nursery instead of the pile of junk it used to be.  Having that accomplished feels awesome and like 40 pounds were lifted off my shoulders.  Those 40 pounds may have deposited themselves on my thighs, but hey, only four weeks left until I can work on that, right?

I’ll post pictures of the baby’s room after the changing table comes in and I get the adorable wall decals up.  Ohhh my, you will die when you see these things.  Little pink birds, that’s all I’m saying. :)

You all love my made-up words.  Don’t lie.

After being seriously inspired by Diana at Vintage Mint, I went to Michael’s (my second home, in case you were wondering) and picked up some freakishly cute apothecary jars.  I had never even noticed the aisle with all the glass jars, vases and things, but oh man, it’s a dangerous new obsession.

The idea was to fill the jars with yummy, festive Halloween candy… but when you run to Rite-Aid the night before Halloween, you have to settle for the last crap bag of broken Reese’s Pieces and, gag, candy corn.  You know something’s awful when you can get a pound of it for $.99, and the midget bag of M&M’s next to it costs $3.99.

They are adorable, though... I have to say.

I won't judge the broken Reese's Pieces. That just means there are more to scarf down after I finish this post.

After all the candy is gone, I’m thinking of filling them with something else to use as a fall centerpiece on the dining room table.  Ideas??