Ah, I see you are back...

So, I couldn't help but notice that you're checking out my new blog header. . . I know it's nice, but try to control your excitement. The neighbors may begin to talk.

But, hey, as long as you're here, why don't you take a look at few of my favorite shots from our graduation (what!?) announcement photo shoot. Obviously, I can't show you all the shots, because I want you waiting with bated breath until our announcements come out, but here's just a little taste:

The Fam.

My boys. L-O-V-E this picture; it's totally each of their personalities caught on film.

Me and my man. I can't believe that he's graduating!

Even more still, I can't believe that he's survived being married to a neurotic nut like me for nearly 8 years!

Sloan. Love this picture; again personality caught on film.

Doing a little celebrating... we still got it!

A very talented lady we know (and love!) here took them, and she did a great job! My boys are always hard to get good shots of, but she was amazing!

Check out Chelsea at Hazlebury Photography! She really is the best! Thanks again, Chelsea!

Domestic Diva though I am...

Today I am wishing that I had more refined sewing skills. Don't get me wrong, I know how to sew, I'm just not proficient at it.

I bought the supplies to make floor cushions for my boys, oh, 8 (?) months ago, and have not started on them for nothing short of fear. I'm afraid that I'm going to cut all of the fabric up, and ruin them, therefore ruining the fabric as well. And so, in my closet sits a bag full of by-the-yard canvas and heavy-duty zippers, as a monument to what could have been.

I ripped the zipper out of my favorite dress the other day before church out of frustration. Why do they make zippers that cannot be pulled past a seam, anyway? For the record, it's always been that way; it's not a recent development. I went down to Jo-Ann's and got a replacement zipper that was sure to be more durable, and thought it to be an easy fix to resurrect my dress. That is, until yesterday when I opened the zipper and looked at the instructions. Do they purposely make sewing instructions hard to understand? I was top of my class in 7th and 8th grade Home Economics, and yet, translating these ancient runes seems to be something way beyond me. What is an invisible zipper presser foot, anyway?

But none of this prepared me for my depression this morning. As I was perusing a super-cute fabric shop on Etsy, looking for fabric for a very simple, non-sewing project, I came across this:

Never ever have I wanted to make something more than this. An argyle pieced quilt. Genius! Too bad that should I endeavor to undertake this project, the supplies would sit in the same closet-rotting bag with the rest of my projects.

My craft shortcomings have never hurt me more.

Now, who wants to make me three of these?