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Miss April is an oldie but a goodie.  This is my grandmother’s, Mildred Marie Linder Copley, recipe.  Mildred raised five daughters with my grandfather on a song and loved life.  She had auburn hair and a cackley laugh that was perfection.

Miss April is a three layer white cake with sour cream coconut filling topped with cool whip (yes the chemical kind) and she gets so much better the longer the filling soaks into the cake.

This was made for a sweet friend who is also a classic.  She rocks pearls, denim jackets, and monograms.   True beauty, wine, and truth only get better with age, Cheers Robin!

Hot Mess

As in nuclear hot mess, this is me tonight.  I may or may not have been flagged down at Y12 by armed guards while trying to find my way to a fund-raiser for a crisis pregnancy center.  I am not pregnant or in crisis but after an hour of failed attempts from GPS, a call to my mama, and my new i-phone that I can’t really use yet-I was not really feeling like a gala but hell-bent to find it.  Then when I was waved over by a guard at a check point, I’m not sure if it was the monogram on my SUV or the tears of frustration in my eyes, but thank heavens I apparently did not look like a security threat.  Sweet, gun-toting patriot even let me do a U-turn and graciously pointed to the welcome center with a little grin.  I do love a patriot.

Art Creeper

Like most grown-ups, at times, I find the day job a bit monotonous.  I kept taking the long way to the copier at one of my schools because these collages made me smile.

After stopping and chatting with the teacher to let her know I’m a weirdo (but not That kind of weirdo), she said I could take a picture to recreate this with A and G.

These kids, worried about who to sit by at lunch or what someone said on the bus, have no idea how much I enjoy their art and how it much it brightens my day to walk past it.  The influence we all have (even more when it’s unknown) is powerful even in elementary school art.

tangible truth

I spent some time over Easter weekend thinking about these blue eyes and the thought processes behind them.

There are many things I hope to teach my children.  Good manners, good grammar, and good choices come to mind quickly.  I hope they learn to love and love to learn.  I hope they find the thing that makes them smile, cling to joy, and become who they are fully.  I hope they have a sense of humor and sense of home.  And love to read, adore U2, and cook like the children of the south should.

But all the things I want them to know  fade against this greater truth:

Christ is Risen!

The world is broken, we are broken, Christ was broken to break sin, and Glory:

Death is Broken!

Christ is Risen!

Ava and Graham if you know nothing else from your mother, know this:  Christ is Risen!  Therefore always, always have hope.

I love you blue-eyed babies.

I See Silouettes

 I’ve always wanted silhouettes of my kiddos but I’m too cheap to pay to have them done professionally

 

 I decided today was the day.  Not perfect but southern, traditional, and fun- and who doesn’t love a good oval frame?

 Obviously not a silouette but had to share:

I made this necklace using antique letter press for stamping and my babies’ thumbprints

I made these charms by shrinking down the silhouettes I cut out using profile pictures of A and G.

I broke out the resin for the first time for these.

The jury is still out on how it will set up, I’ll keep you posted.

I got up before 5 am today to have a quite time and an extra cup of coffee to prepare for the day.  I should’ve slept in.

There were  x-rays (no broken bones- thank you Jesus and Dr. Dave), back to back assessments and meetings, after school inservice, and one hijacked GPS.

Sweet hubby forgot to return Ms. Garman, so as I frantically tried to find my required inservice after school, I ended up on the wrong side of the tracks and needless to say my mood did not lighten.  I think I ended up near a mall of ill repute but it was hard to be sure due to the drug dealers and prostitutes that made it hard to read the road signs.

One inservice later and a trip to the grocery store:  shitty day brownies.  I know mom, you hate the four letters, but I am a Junior League drop out after all.  For the most part, I’m still a card-carrying goody-two shoes but some days call for shitty day brownies.

These are so good, you forget why you needed them in the first place.  Per chef Kacee:  take 3/4 cup peanut butter, 2 tablespoons of butter, and 1/2 cup sugar and melt in microwave.  Add to box mix of prepared brownies and Swirl like the wind.

Seriously, they give you the Friday feeling on a Monday.

Spring break was nine days of playdates, pjs, girls night out, Hunger Games, Jay’s shoes, Dairy Mart cherry coke, spring plants, picnics, library dates, and slow, easy hey what do we feel like getting into kind of days.  I miss it already.

A has a badly sprained foot and G has been sporting quite an attitude but all in all I’ve had nine days of contentment.  It’s a strange feeling for me to be driving home from errands and realize, wow, I’m happy.  Not excited, giddy but overall, mellow happy.  Spring break, I’m just sorry our fling was over so quickly.

I’ve had several friends ask me lately why I craft around with my kids.

Simple answer:  so I don’t lose my mind.

I make Polly Pockets go to book club.

 I’m at a loss for what Barbie should say to Ken besides a, “How youuuuu doing?” in a Joey from Friends voice.

I am hopeless when it comes to Star Wars characters and they just like to fight anyway.

I cook and craft and read to my kids because it’s what I enjoy doing.

And I hope it’s good for their brains,

because I’m just not that into My Pretty Ponies or Spider Man

although I do try.

Today we tried another pinterest idea- shaving cream sidewalk paint

Tempra paint and Shaving Cream

 

my favorite grafiti artists

very much a rainbows and butterfly kind of day

To celebrate nine days of spring break, a few girlies stopped by Friday.

Enter in Spring Break Sangria with peaches, raspberries, and strawberries.  Good Times for sure!

Kickoff was at 4 so I kept the food super working girl friendly:

Major fun and as I fell asleep Friday night,

 I kept thinking how amazing it is to work with people who you enjoy so much

you want to hang out with them after work.

I am thankful for you girls!

And the Hubs who took the kids on a daddy date so I could have fun.