It’s a good thing I shower often, because I have been known to forget deodorant on occasion. Despite warnings of random sweat rings and unforgiving moisture stains, I wore silk for our Valentine’s Day party.
Jeannie, my pastry chef neighbor, warned me I would sweat and live to regret my refined choice; however, I am proud to report a sweat-free evening full of all things good and fanciful.
NO SWEAT STAINS!
Something to make my momma proud.
Speaking of the FringeMom….
Notice FringeMan is missing a portion of his head?
Most of our 5 pictures feature us with partial faces. Rocking the headless look was not my original goal Saturday night, but I’m working with it.
FringeMom was kind enough to come spend the weekend babysitting. Thank you mom!
FringeMom has many talents, but photography is not one of them. These nifty little point and shoot cameras, the digital ones that show you the entire picture you’re taking on their little screen, don’t help FringeMom one bit.
She kept aiming for my shoes. Haphazared chance gave me two photos of our faces.
A terrible picture, but one that proves a point…
Many of you had much to say about the length of my dress. I told you, I’m short! It came about an inch above my knees.
Sorry to disappoint Mindy, but I did not get all “hussied-up” this year.
Incase you’re wondering, that’s a tumor growing on the back of my head. Don’t add up-do’s to my list of skills.
Not even a good picture of the shoes. I’ve missed my photo-op for the entire year.
To answer another bloggy question from Primitiques N’ Poetry, I painting my own toe nails. Borrowed that silver polish from FringeKid’s stash. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve gotten a pedicure. I should definitely do it more often. I simply don’t.
Incase you’re interested, I’m sure your not, you can read all about my last pedicure HERE.
I took this one myself. I needed a new facebook picture and didn’t trust FringeMom to aim for my face.
Did I mention that when I sent FringeMom to McDonald’s with the kids Saturday night, my daughter fell off a stool and knocked herself out cold?
One hour alone with grandma and my kid is unconscious….
I’ll say no more.
Thank you for babysitting mom! As long as you keep them alive while I’m gone, I’m happy.