Feelin' like a criminal

I just got back from the consignment sale, and I am feeling a little guilty.  Ok, #1, some of those consignors basically GAVE their stuff away.  For reals.  #2, I ended up having some "help" at checkout, and I didn't spend a dime.  Well, I guess now that I think about it, it was a pretty stinkin' awesome trip.  Here's the loot.

Almost spotless Ked's, pink Converse, and mint condition Sand Suns (Which are boys, but who cares?  Hopefully her friends won't make fun of her.)

That is a smocked Petit Ami set that I got for...sit down and control your gag reflexes...$4.  The denim romper is Ralph Lauren, and was the same price.  Not a spot on them.

I was a sucker for these : )

Super cheap playclothes

The only decent things I saw for Cade.  And believe me, I looked..and looked.  There were some dirt cheap Kelly's Kids seersucker shorts that I nabbed.

Fancy's hat that greemaw decided was a "must have"

Total:  Just under $90

I'm not sure whether I should wash it and put it away, or hide it under my mattress to keep the cops from seeing it when they find out what I paid for such great stuff.

Now here's the shameless plug, and no, I'm not getting paid or compensated in any way, shape, or form (but I'm not opposed to it, either).  Go to the All 4 Children Consignment sale tomorrow and Friday from 9-5.  On Saturday, things will be half off!  I shopped early because I had volunteer hours, so think about that next time this sale rolls around.  It's worth it to raid the racks early. It's at the Ag Museum off Lakeland.  Seriously.  Go.

Oh, and you can shop early for $10 this evening.  Here's their link

http://www.all4childrenconsignment.com/



Whew...shopping with kids and two posts in one day have wiped me out.

She's a lady

Well, she tries to be anyway.  We just call her "Fancy".  Eve is a bonafide girly girl.  You'd think she was my sister's kid.  Aunt Shell is covered in sparkles, pink, and perfume.  Me...ummm...not so much.  So how did my girl get to be such a...girl?  Don't get me wrong, I think it's funny and cute how slipping a princess dress on her can transform her, and how makeup brushes and jewelry make her eyes twinkle.  It's reeeaally funny when you tell her she's fancy and she starts movin' those little hips and dancin' her hiney off.  Now that, she did get from me : O  I dance every time I'm called fancy, too.  Who doesn't?  

So, this morning looked like it was going to be a continuation of last night's whine fest with her.  I was getting so frustrated because as I was trying to eliminate the gargantuous pile of clean clothes that my dryer keeps puking out into the hallway, she was clinging to me like a leech (and kinda draining the ooomph outta me like one of those nasty suckers, too).  As I was hanging clothes in the kids' closet with her whiney behind planted firmly on my left foot, I spotted the lavender Fancy Nancy dress that she loves sooo much (kudos to greemaw).  I slipped the magical concoction of cheap polyester and scratchy tulle over her head, and she turned into a new kid.  There must be magical powers in polyester. Maybe that's why they wore so much of it in the 70's.  I wonder if I could bottle the stuff...hmmm....

Oh, and who knew that Victoria's Secret underwear could be such a great mood changer?  She's pretty much convinced that my underwear worn around her neck is THE ultimate accessory, and an accessorized "Fancy" is a happy "Fancy".  I've even seen her pile on as many as 4 pairs.  She was pretty much euphoric.  Watch out pearls.  VS's Pink are comin' for ya. 

Here's a little fanciness...

I used to be able to pull off one heckofa french mani/pedi.  This is what happens when your home pedi is interrupted umpteen times by playdoh crises, a poopy booty needing to be wiped, and a dumpster diving kid.  Polish remover, I'm on my way.  It seems that two coats of a single color is the way to go in this stage of my life.

Not so psyched about a toe nail re-do, but I AAAMMM pretty stoked about going to shop at the All 4 Children's consignment sale at 1 today with my volunteer pass.  Of course, both kids will be in tow, so there's the potential for an utter fail, but let's hope for the best.  

Catch up...

Holy molies.  It's been almost two months since my last post.  Needless to say, it's been a little biz-ay round here.  No worries, though.  I'm about to get you up to date on Slay happenings in about 60 seconds...

We sold our little piece of country and traded it for big city life...haha (Brandon).

We looked at houses here, got transfer offers, looked at houses in other states, decided moving away was a no-go for now, and moved into an apartment as a compromise...closer to hubby's work, easier to move when/if we get an offer that IS a go.

Brandon and I went to ATL for a spur of the moment 3 day getaway.

Cade turned into a teenager.  Well, it seems that way, at least.  For reals, the boy has grown and talks non-stop.

Eve officially has asthma and about 4 more teeth.

I sewed three curtains, two pillows, two bags, a pair of pants, and a dress.  Still have mountains of fabric.

I opted to sell my strugglin swagger wagon.  I decided I wanted a CR-V...then a Pathfinder...then an Xterra because it was a little more rugged and sporty.  In the end, I got a Jeep Wrangler.  Score.  Perfecto.

There's probably been a few dozen meltdowns, funny/embarrassing public moments, and nearly certifiably crazy moments with me and the kids, but who's counting?

About 3 hours ago, my living room floor was a sea of kettle corn.

And about 45 minutes ago, I nearly blinded myself while searing chicken in oil that was way too hot.

Ok.  Up to date.  Now for pics.

My little asthmatic pistol

You can take the girl out of the country...

Loves the playground

Mud. Bare feet. Cool playground.  Can't beat it.

Sweet.