Crafty

Summer is a magical time. Unfortunately, even though I have a surplus of leisure time, it is a very inopportune time for one of my favorite hobbies...BAKING! Between a 350 degree oven and extra calories during swimsuit/wedding season, baking is a less than ideal summer hobby. 

This leads me to the point of this post. My summer hobby=crafting. 

*Drinking* GAME TIME! Because I love all things Bravo, I am channeling Andy Cohen while alerting you to this Blog's word-CRAFT or any of its variants. Anytime you come across this word take a 'guzlett' (Cohen, 2011) of your cocktail.*

*Must be 21 or up

I have to thank a few people; acknowledgments are at the beginning of all good books. My sister, the crafty minx that she is, started crafting some very cute bows that really inspired me to tap into my inner crazy crafty cat lady. Also my wonderful husband who has forfeited a substantial corner of his 'man cave-ish' basement (with 2 tvs mind you) to my craft corner. Finally, my mother, my original crafty muse. Thanks mom, for the years of seasonal and home crafted vests/dresses, theatre (shut up Firefox, that's how it's spelled) costume pieces at the last minute, and Halloween costumes (that later ended up as a photo on a cake at my high school graduation party). 

Matching Christmas Sisters

< I have not yet reached this level of craftiness mostly because I don't have a sewing machine...yet. (CHRISTMAS PRESENT ALERT) 

But I do have high hopes for myself.

Mastered crafts:  Current crafts:                  Future crafts:
-Flower bows      -Game day t-shirt dress  -Christmas Dresses      
-Regular bows                                    -Wedding dress line to rival Vera






Wish me luck. I'm really going to need it.

CRAFT.Craft.craft.

What's in a name?

Ahoy reader! For the maiden voyage of my blog-ship, let's look at a line from Shakespeare's classic Romeo and Juliet.

 Juliet: 

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

I think Romeo and Juliet are a couple of the dumbest people in classic literature. Romeo is worse than my girl-crazy 7th grade boys; one minute it's Rosaline, the next, Juliet. No wonder 7th grade girls spend so much time talking about 7th grade boys, how can anyone keep track?! But I digress...

In the real world, where Romeo and Juliet do not live, names say a lot about who we are. (To be fair to fair Juliet, so does how we smell.) It takes a lot to overcome a dumb name! Johnny Cash was fully aware of this when he wrote 'A Boy Named Sue.' That kid never really did get over it. 

Before I got married and changed my name, my initials were JW. JDub. JWizzle (no one ever called me that, thank goodness). Now, I am JK...IM(instant message) code for 'just kidding.' The day my middle schoolers put that together is when it really sank in. I think this is karmic pay back for the many years I've spent annoying my mother with unceasing sarcasm. At least she didn't name me Bill; I am not a singer/songwriter extraordinaire like Mr. Cash.

Now you know where the name for my blog originates. 

Check back for funny anecdotes,  random rumblings, and cute puppy stories :) I better get going, I don't want to miss 'LOSING ONE OF MY GIANT LEGS' coming up next on TLC.