it's never too early!

okay...so you're thinkin the heat really fried my noggin for me to be bloggin up a christmas stockin at this time o year....but you're wrong o wrong!

i always hate it when martha or one o the other divas of doins mag up some fabulous feat for us to fall for when it's waaaay to late for us to even ponder attemptin to follow in their fab footsteps! like martha's plant pick o the month....they're always pretty as they can be but the publication she picks to pop em into is the time o year they should be in full bloom...it is my opinion she should put the pretty photos in around the time o year we too could plop em in the ground...not long after...so all we can do is watch her parade her prize peonies or whatever past us!

it's for this reason that i thought i'd begin showin you a few o the stockins i have made for my mini and many others....maybe if you are an annual stockin sewer and stuffer, i'll have somethin that may inspire you to get goin a bit early this year.

i love stockins to stuff and must admit i make em for other times o the year besides just christmas....nothin like gettin a birthday stocking chock full of all your favorite lil things! or havin the easter bunny hop away, havin left a egg filled sock! i love stockins so much and have made mini a plenty - so many in fact that instead of just an advent calendar with lil doors that fly open for the month o december i do up the advent calendar o stockins!

i usually do em up while she is at school and when she gets home, she finds em hangin up in the entry way - one for each day o the month! inside i tuck away a special ornament, a lil note to keep with the ornament so years from now she'll know why it was picked or made for her and then maybe some other lil treats. there have been years when i ran outta ornaments...when this happens i find one from when she was a baby and the note enclosed tells the story about the old one...she doesn't care whats inside really... just as long as the stockins get hung and we have one for each night when she gets in bed. whatever i put in, the result is a couple o hours every night that month, me tellin her stories about a lil of everything and her tellin me stories about the things she remembers. i could miss christmas with no problem but the advent calendar stockings are the highlight of the year for both of us!

here is one o my favorites - the one for day 18. i made it the first year i started makin my wool felt flowers...in fact, if you had the doo dad felt flowers delivered via download, i am pretty sure you have a few o the ones from this stockin yourself!

so...that's my push for you to start thinkin about the things you can start makin now for that big gift givin day....you sure will think kindly of me come december first if i can gently nag you to at least start the warmin up process NOW! maybe i'll blog up a stockin a week - just to keep sort o inspirin and remindin you how good you'll feel and how much money you'll save if you start some things in august....then come december you can just sit back and eat bon bons and do some scrappin while everyone else is fightin the crowds!

no dirt allowed OR...stones for pushers!

i am the sort a gardener who doesn't like to see dirt in my flower beds...i know it has to be there...i just do not wanna see it....but for some reason i have me two places where nothin will grow...not even a weed! one place is around mini's play structure and the other is in the almost-all-faux-vegetable garden. just the thought o these two places has always sent me into a gardenin grump. mini's daddy's solution to the problem was to add a slab o concrete! ahhhhhhh! that kinda thinkin is like a garden stake through my heart!

i decided the only thing to do was add steppin stones and then cram somethin - anything - in between that might just survive amongst em. i talked to the master steppin stone provider and it seems if i wanted his help it would take much money and waaaaay too much time.....all sorts o time! time looking at different types o rock, time pickin some rock, time orderin some rock, time to prep for the rock, time for installin...blah blah blah blah!!!! this was bout as good solution in my way o thinkin as the slab o concrete. time is my most precious commodity and i don't like spendin it in silly ways if i can help it.

so...i called upon my most resourceful self and came up with some solutions o my own. for the almost-all-faux-vegetable garden, i poked around the property and drug out every pot plate i could find. i then flipped those babies over and shoved em into the dreaded dirt by jumpin up and down on em until they were nice and secure....once the jumpin was done, i went to the parkin area and filled a bucket full of what they call 'chit' - looks like plain ol gravel to me but whatever! i carried it back and sprinkled it hither and yon until i got what you see in the shot here - on the right....no dirt and some nice altho quite unusual steppin stones!

my next area was a bit more challengin....i was plumb outta pot plates and needed somethin a bit more sturdy anyway as this is the place the swing pusher has to stand do the swing pushin.....couldn't take any chances with steppin stones that might go to movin underfoot with some over zealous pushin. i found a big ol bag o powdered concrete that mini and i used early in her life to make steppin stones in other areas...the 'just add water' kind. PERFECT! i dug me quite a few dips in the dirt....layered each one with saranwrap and after mixin up a big ol batch a concrete, poured some into each dip....once it started gettin a bit hard, i sprinkled some powdered dyes all over the tops and sorta rubbed em in with my hands - someone had given these to me as a gift long ago but i had never had a need for em before. all i had to do then was hope and pray that everyone that laughed at me and told me my plan would never work would be beggin me for forgiveness next time they had some swingin child to push and had n a nice place to stand and clean shoes when they were done with the pushin...which is exactly what happened! i ended up plantin baby tears in between the saranwrap-powdered-concrete-stones and it is thrivin! i tried em there before but i guess they needed some extra structure to cling to, which they now have.

hope you don't mind me pullin things outta my idea and resourceful files to blog about. if you don't, i'll be able to blog more often as that file is crammed full o all sorts o things i have experimented with and ideas i have thought to try over the years and i'd love to share em...you never know when maybe one o you can use one or two!

by the way, the diabolical doo dad'n thermostat is workin out just fine! mini's daddy does seem a lil down though, not currently havin somethin to annoy me with - but i can see his mind workin furiously tryin to come up with the somethin new...let's hope it's not tellin me to pay the utility bill when it appears!

thanks for stoppin by....please be sure to come again!

a new annoyance

i am a bit annoyed at mini's daddy but not yet to the point o draggin the 'husband for sale' sign back out into the yard which is good cause i have a waitin list o friends wantin to use it. anyway, seems since he can no longer count on me to hide the fire extinguishers so he can seek em and drag em back out, his new joy is turnin the air conditioner to somethin toastier than the lower number i prefer it set to when i have the doo dad factory runnin at top speed. i bet i have set it to where i need it and he has snuck down the hall and turned it back up no less than 50 times since he realized i am no longer hidin the fire extinguishers. if this keeps up, drastic doo dad'n measures will be necessary....i will be forced to call upon my most resourceful self to perform diabolical and deceitful doins. in other words, i'll need to take a shot o the new digital thermostat display recently installed and doctor it up into a 72 or so degree decoy for the damn thing to don. it's kind dark down the hall where all this degree dealin is happenin and my doo dad'n skills should be sufficient for duplicatin the dreaded degree mini's daddy has decided to force upon the doo dad den.

in case you are thinkin of defendin mini's daddy in this dilemma due to the dour warnins from those dedicated to energy conservation and such, please don't. i work real hard to be a good citizen in the area of helpin to protect our environment and am sure i have earned a bit o cool air while performin my duties as a doo dad designer. i grew up down south - in an area proclaimed to be the most unhealthy place in america a woman could possibly live - surrounded by oil refineries with no faux air of any kind and i feel all that sweatin and misery should be counted toward my total environment protectin points.

even self-appointed global warnin guru al gore would agree after takin a look at any one o the pictures taken at one a my school functions - you know - those where you stand next to your date wearin your corsage and fancy dress? in every one o mine both me and my date are drippin wet - and it ain't from tusselin in the back seat before the picture was taken either. there's nothin like dryin off after takin a shower and feelin like you never bothered to do so. jo swears she dated the ugliest boy in town one summer just so she could ride around in his air conditioned car a couple o times a day for relief from the heat.

growin up, i never had first hand experience of a breeze - we did get some mighty strong winds durin hurricane season but i never felt any of em cause we would already be in the un-airconditioned car - with all the windows down so the mosquitos would remain blown out - headin inland toward my aunt paula's always air conditioned house before any big gusts were whipped in our direction. it wasn't until i was in my twenties and far away from texas that i learned not everyone in the world had to feel hot and sweaty year round and i really don't wanna feel that way when in the comfort o my own home sweet home. mini says that the day her daddy stops thinkin of new ways to annoy us is the day we need to worry about how much he loves us. knowin him as i do, i must admit this made a bit o sense but made me no cooler or less determined to get him to stop heatin things up.

sorry to be complainin - from what i hear it's hot just about everywhere so i hope you haven't been miserable too! i just stopped by to say - between the thermostat war and my eyes still hurtin a bit from the cinnamon toast fire extinguishin, i had to take a day off from the ol blog here but hope to be back, cool as i desire to be and peepers in fine workin order tomorrow or the next day at the latest. i even had tink model some more new duds for displayin and took some snaps o that damn squirrel and her children on their latest climb down from above the doo dad den and out into moland...so i hope to see you back here then!

resourceful party givin' skills

my mom could always throw a party together in no time. all she needed was a trip to texas avenue grocery store and about a couple hours notice.

where i grew up, throwin a party meant you put the fritos in a nice piece o tupperware instead of leavin em in the bag and you got the bean dip cracked open before the guests arrived. if it was a really nice affair, like a weddin shower or such, we also put out some planter's mixed nuts and those lil brach's pastel mints in the fake crystal bowls my mom had picked up at some gargae sale along the way. if there was food that you couldn't eat with your hands or poke into your mouth with a toothpick, you could buy bout 100 or so forks in a big ol bag and pitch em in a pile on the table next to the paper plates...but it was lots easier to make sure all the eatins' fell into the finger food category. we'd go out in the yard and wack off an interestin branch o leaves from a tree or bush and put it in a jelly jar or somethin and if there was any time left my mom would dig through her pile o fabrics and rip some pretty piece into lil squares to use for napkins. i was always fanscinated at how my mom could find the solution to whatever was called for without ever leavin the house or spendin a dime.

over the years i have added quite a few party givin tricks to those learned from my mom but with the birthday celebration last week for jo and mini mo's daddy, seems none of em were needed.

whenever we have larger parties, i always have mini's daddy roll out the big ol' round tables for 8 and do up some roundish type arrangement to plop in the middle. i couldn't do that this time cause mini's daddy didn't know i had a celebration planned. and when it was time for me to get things set up, the gardener was long gone and there was nary a muscled soul to assist me in the heavy liftin. i had no choice but to start pushin the big ol long tables from the garage to their party locale - workin up a good sweat along the way.

once i got em all set up i had to figure out what to use for a tablecloth. it needed to be one big ol long piece'a somethin. i called a rental place and they would happily deliver one that was perfect for a perfectly high fee o $110.00 dollars. i was desperate but not to the point of stupidity yet. i went diggin thru my fabric supply and yanked out a bolt of muslin that was part o my inheritance from my mom. perfect in every way! the right width and length - even some left over for napkins! all it took was a few rips and that problem was solved!

now i needed to figure out what to put flowers in, all down the table...i wanted them all to look alike and my typical table decoratin containers were too big. i went inside to ponder the situation and search my collection, to no avail. i felt maybe some vitamin C would help see me through what would be a long, hard day so i grabbed a jar o m&ms from the pantry on my way out to start cuttin the flowers. it took only the time i spent emptyin' a quarts worth o m&ms into my mouth to realize
the now empty mason jar was the answer to my current dilemma - i had plenty and could even let the guests take em home as a lil party favor when they left....i'd do up enough so there wouldn't be any hair pullin fights over em like there used to be over such things back home. i lined the insides o the jars with hydrangea leaves and then made big o bundle of mostly roses and hydrangeas and wrapped em up tight with wire and shoved em in the jars. i pondered addin some ribbon but since i was usin colorful fiestaware on the table i felt it wasn't necessary. all this came together so easily, i had plenty o time to fill about 100 or so more jars with sand and candles...most of em i used to line the driveway and then took the rest and added a bit o wire around the tops and hung em from the trees.

well...i must say....this ended up bein the cheapest and prettiest party i have ever thrown together! i doubt those round tables will ever be invited to one o my parties again cause the long one was such a success. at past parties, with individual tables, everyone seemed to stick with the people they came with....at this party everyone stayed at the table for hours, chattin and laughin and gettin to know each other. it felt more like a big ol family gatherin rather than a party of lots'o people who didn't know each other before they sat down.

seems like just yesterday i learned all my mom's fine party givin skills and they still serve me well so many years later, especially in a hostessin crisis. like when the cake arrived without any doo dads on top...just plain ol white! recallin my mom's decorating technique in such a situation, (she'd just grab those brach's mints and smash em into the icing - maybe spell out the guest o honor's name or put em in the shape of a flower or such), i went outside and cut a few more flowers, set em on top o the cake and ended up with what you see in the picture. mini added the plastic butterfly as a finishin touch.

lots o guests tell me i am talented in the ways of party givin but i think the real word for it would be resourceful...and i have to give all the credit for it to my dear ol mom! i'm hopin sharin some o her party givin secrets with you might inspire you to throw a party yourself, callin on your more resourceful side! if you do give it a whirl and need any help, shoot me an email....and be sure to send me some pictures!

thanks again for stoppin by and i hope to see you again soon!

fire fightin

i had my sunday all planned out...i have a number o big doo dad doins i have been workin on for almost a year and that are just about ready to upload for delivery via download. i thought that before i sat down and started the finishin i would get up bright and early and don my lovely gardenin clothes and travel the whole property to snatch up all the flowers in bloom to fill every room o the house. i had no sooner got a good start on the snippin when i heard quite a commotion comin from the house. it was in spanish which meant it was marina - the housekeeper that is so bad at anything havin to do with keepin house that i have her work only when i know i am around to make sure she doesn't do anything that is too damagin. i should'a let her go as soon as i realized she had chosen the wrong profession which was soon into the first hour of her first day...but cause she has four lil boys under the age of 4 and a husband who has been missin in action shortly after number four arrived, i keep puttin it off.

before i could work up into a sprint to see what was up, mini was yellin for me to come quick cause the kitchen was on fire. seems she had decided to make me my favorite childhood breakfast - toast with lots o butter smothered in cinnamon and sugar, cooked on my mom's oldest cookie sheet in the oven usin the broil setting. i had just last night been tellin mini how we never had a toaster growin up and this is how we always made our toast. mini wakin up and settin about makin this for me was quite touchin...only problem was that it seems the oven had not been cleaned out in a while and all that butter and sugar turned to big ol flames when it hit the bottom.

this wasn't any lil ol fire - there were the biggest flames i have ever seen in person, pourin outta the lower oven. i needed to find the fire extinguisher fast....BUT...if you have been a reader o this blog for a while, you might recall that fire extinguishers have been a problem in my marriage since the very beginnin. mini's daddy, mr. safety first, likes to have one or two in every room - dependin on the quantity rec'ommeded in one o his safety books, per square footage of the room and feels they should be prominently displayed as if they were some object of art. i, on the other hand, agree that there should be the presence of the rec'ommended safety equipment but prefer it tucked away until it is needed for whatever emergency pops up. it was never my intention to HIDE the fire extinguishers so well that they could never be uncovered...but it seems that after 14 years o him draggin em out and placin em where he thought they should be and then me followin closely behind to put them someplace a bit more outta sight, my hidin places had gotten further and further away from where they might be needed for fetchin in time to do any good.

i must say it seemed to take me forever to remember where the ones for the kitchen were....as i watched those flames gettin bigger and bigger....i was tempted to pitch some water on em but i remembered there was some kitchen type fire that this was bad for but couldn't recall if this was it or not....all the while, mini and marina just stood there waitin for my super hero skills to kick in and for me to perform. i was relieved when i finally got my hands on that ugly bright red thing i had come to view as a menace to my marriage....but now the problem was...all those times i had moved em to and fro, i had never once bothered to read the instructions for makin one work! maybe it's cause i was always in such a hurry so i wouldn't bein caught tuckin em away...whatever the excuse, i was sorry now and even sorrier that i had my sun deflectin peepers on and had no way of readin words appearin at anything less than about a foot tall which meant even the lil pictures of how to use it didn't help. but thankfully, by some incredible miracle, marina, who up til that point could speak or read absolutely no english, was granted by some divine intervention the ability to read them to me in perfect english! my first attempt at pullin the handle resulted in sprayin my feet with the powdery stuff but my second was quite successful and within seconds the danger was gone and we were left with just a room full o smoke.

i will try again in the mornin to fill the house with flowers - for now my family will just have to settle for the scent of burned cinnamon toast and whatever chemicals are in those bright red canisters i never appreciated enough. i went through every room and figured out where my current hidin places for all of em were and moved em a bit further into sight in case somethin like this ever happens again....and i will now have this added to the list o things mini's daddy uses to poke fun at me. i even had mini take this picture of me to frame, holdin one o the damn things, and put it on his desk to let him know he had been right all along. unfortunately, whatever miracle occurred that allowed marina to read and speak perfect english was short lived as the rest o the day she was unable to understand anything i said to her.

i also realized it may just be time for me to sign up for some class on safety and first aid.....the one i had in bluebirds when i was in the first grade was quite good but this experience made me realize it might be time for a refresher course....hmmm...seems i can hear my family callin for me to don my super cape again to help with yet one more disaster...this one appears to involve that damn squirrel! sigh...i'll go on and get this round blogged up. hopefully
i'll get goin on the doo dad designin soon...thanks for stoppin by again to see what's been goin on in my life... i hope your sunday has been much less excitin than ours!

keepin the drearies away....

my day started out quite stressful which led to me feelin as if i was havin an anxiety attack. i had bout half a dozen friends reported to me that they were in some sort o turmoil or another....a couple of em just wanted to borrow the 'husband for sale' art, another few wanted to know if i could make fake airplane tickets or divorce decrees outta some doo dads and send em their direction as quickly as possible and i had to tell em i try to keep the doo dads outta jail and then the rest didn't need anything but a shoulder to cry on. by the time my mornin listenin sessions were done i felt like someone was sittin on my double d'd chest. i can't stand for people i love to be in a bad way - even for a minute and yesterday...well...not bein able to do much for nary a one of em just really got to me.

anytime i have things troublin' me i can't work on the doo dads....bein that i am pretty prolific with em for the most part tells you i don't get troubled too often....but when i am, i gotta do one o two things....lay down and close my eyes til the feelin passes...or jump up and create some sort o real life kinda doins that requires a bit more movin around and such. the picture above is the doins done directly after i doubted i had done anything but let down the dozen or so depressed dames.

every summer we have many a youngster runnin right through the moland mayor's mansion - down the long hall that is so wide it is a complete waste o good storage space, through everyone's favorite area - the sunroom - and out the back door. from there they either shoot straightout to the far back - to check out jo's trailer - or directly into the concrete pond. as in the rest o moland, we don't have a bunch o rules announced right up front...all the kids know that if they are nice and polite and respectful and refrain from participatin in vegetable pitchin and do whatever the lifeguard says, everything else can be worked out as it comes up.

in this relaxed atmosphere the one thing that i always forget to request is that they don't drag the sun room doo dads outside. before i can remember to tell em otherwise, they have all the pillows off the shabby furniture and out by the pool. i don't mind that they dirty up the furniture itself - it's even recovered from many bouts o melted popsicle - but the pillows never seem to recover and see the other side o the swimmin season. what's even more frustratin about this is that there are ALREADY pillows and such for their spolied comfort out poolside...but for some reason they tend to be more attracted to the ones that belong INSIDE.

last year i tried to trick em...i'd put the inside ones outside and the outside ones inside. the result was they all ended up outside...it wasn't one o my best ideas. anyway, this mornin in my anxious state, i finally did the right thing. i marched myself right down to the kitchen and dug out the prettiest dishtowels i could uncover and brought em back up to the sewin' area of the doo dad den. in no time i had me over a dozen indoor/outdoor poofy pillow protectors to plop on the plump perches in the prettiest place on the property! i must admit i didn't have quite enough pillows to poke into the new 'pocket's so i pinched plenty o the puffy polyester from some pretty old plush pals of minis promisin each of em in person i'd replenish it all promptly. once i was done i decided the basket i used for the extras needed some primpin...so i ripped up some ol musin and pieced together a liner for it...but once i placed all the new pillows in, it still seemed too plain. after only a bit o ponderin and in posotively no time i had plucked some retired doo dads from the den and onto the whole shabang and called the pesky pillow problem solved.

lo and behold....by the time i was done, the threatened anxiety attack was no where in site! i need to be sure to put this on the long runnin list o things to nag mini about cause it seems to work every time. no matter how bad things are for you or those around you, if you can make yourself get up and goin on some project or another, chances are you will feel like yourself again in no time and everything will look a little clearer for you or for helpin someone who is lackin in clear seein themselves. unfortunately it's so much easier to lay down and close your eyes to wait for whatever it is that is troubin you to pass - at least in my o-pinion...but seldom does 'it' do so in a very timely fashion! i think this is why i like that really old molandian sayin, 'a doo dad a day keeps the drearies away'. of course, it doesn't matter if it's doo dads or sewin or figurin out how to sell your husband by placin' a sign in your front yard....just doin somethin will always make you feel better than doin nothin! a good time to solve pillow problems too, just in case you're havin any.

i am anxious for you to recover from the recent birthday barrage i blogged so i can show off some shots o the cake mini made for my own special day last month and of the party i pitched for jo and mini's daddy this week....i planned to wait a week or so but forgive me if they appear before then!

thanks for stoppin by again...hope you'll vist again soon and often!

late surfacin' genes

as i have said before, i never cared much one way or the other for pets...and all my life i had a strong aversion to animals dressed up in people clothes. they made me run screamin. the disney characters gave me the willies and the care bears scared me to death! the more the creatures tried to act like humans the worse my reaction would be...i guess the same way you would react if i came runnin up to you on my hands and knees, neeked as a jay-bird, and barked at you....or coughed up a fur ball and then curled up in a lil ball. therefore it is hard to imagine i turned into someone who not only HAS an animal attached to me at all times but that i talk baby talk to her and keep her dressed-up most o the time.

i am hopeful not too many o you are also sickened by lil creatures in human clothes cause i'd like to be able to share shots from tink's modelin' portfolio from time to time. maybe i could send you a warnin first before you stop by - sort a like tracy does for me if she does anything with a picture of a bird in it. i have also always been creeped out by birds - and not cause o the impendin bird flu either...it's cause my mom used to let her parakeets fly around the house and sometimes one would scare me by poppin it's head outta her pocket. i lived in fear of accidently squishin one or bein dive bombed when i least expected it.

i don't wanna give you the impression my mom was some looney bird lady - she was actually much loved and respected in the lil town she lived in for the last 40 or so years of her life. but there were times i didn't love and respect either of my parent's devotion to their pets...like the time i brought the college boyfriend du jour home for the day. his name was randy read and his goal in life was to be the governor of the state o texas...therefore he was always aware of keepin up appearances and minglin with the right sort o people. when we arrived after the three hour drive, my dear mother answered the door with one o her winged pets ridin around on the top o her head. it didn't help matters that at the very same time my dad drove up in his pick-up - car seat strapped firmly in the passenger side and filled to the brim with his homely but dearly loved dog. things only got worse as far as any hope for a longtime relationship with the future governor when after lunch we were all eatin popsicles (it was a special occasion after all) and my dad shared his with his dog - every once in a while, just sort of shoved it in the canine's direction so she could have a few licks - as my mom did the same with the parakeet, which had moved to her shoulder. it was never mentioned but i saw the fear in the visitor's eyes. i always wished i would have taken him by jo's parent's abode on wheels on the way back to school and watched his reaction to their goat sittin on the couch watchin the soaps with my aunt.

i guess those pet lovin genes run deep and in my case just took a while to surface. attached here is a photo of tinkerbelle in the fourth o july get-up i stitched together for her. it was cousin jo who suggested i do up some doggie delights with the doo dads i was done with. i haven't quite got the lil details worked out yet - i am still tryin to deal with droopy dips in my design...but tink doesn't seem to be bothered by havin numerous fittins' while i try to get it right. much credit to my adventures in doggie couture go to my friend missy peggy...she sent tink the prettiest pink dress recently which inspired me greatly. now tink is the best dressed dog in the neighborhood and durin our walks together, she even has had people pull their cars over to tell her how impressed they are with her attire. someone even sent her a pair o black mary janes! but that's pretty silly - animals aren't supposed to wear shoes!

i do so hope you all had a happy fourth and your summer is goin well. jo and i are now both back in town so please stop by cause we should be tendin to our bloggin duties on a more regular basis! xoxoxoxoxoxo

a quite belated happy birthday miss billie!

don't worry loyal readers...i am almost done with the birthday tributes for a bit o time! i am not sure how it came to be that almost everyone i am related to or love just happens to have their birthdays all crammed into the same block o time! there's been just so many that i almost forgot to blog up miss billie's card...and if anyone needs a standin ovation, it is miss billie. in the last year she lost a beloved family member and gave birth to another. i think havin both occur in the same year is supposed to put you on the highest level o that stress chart 'they' are always talkin about - tho i do believe it needs to be revised - sorta like the height and weight chart was...anyway...here's a belated birthday cheer for you miss millie and i hope this next year proves much more borin for you than the last!

happy birthday dear jo!

okay...so we already celebrated and they are still cleanin up the mess left behind...but if anyone deserves a big shout out for their birthday it's you! and...i am sure once this baby picture of you is made public, there will be a new trend for baby girls - beehives at birth - just like your mama sentenced you to shortly after your arrival that hot texas afternoon. hope your day was happy and i look forward to sharin many many more o the same with you in the years to come!