lemon sugar sunshine

I know, I know. My titles are just getting downright stupid. I have this strange obsession with having something about sugar in them though. I can't help it. My fingers itch to type something less idiotic, but I can't do it.

Read a great blog post today...for any of you who buy bath and body stuff from sites like Etsy or Artfire, this is a must read. I never thought about the effects of essential oils on your body mostly because they're supposed to be "natural" and "natural" can't possibly be bad for you. It's natural, right?? Since I know absolutely nothing about all this stuff, this provided some really good information and made me stop and think.

I got absolutely nothing productive done today. However, I suppose that depends on who you ask. I got 3 perfect fitting bras. If you're a woman, you know what an accomplishment that is. I despise bras. I hate them so much that I hate spending money on them so I usually just get one that fits pretty ok from Target or something.

As we all know, the husband is coming home soon. It's been almost 6 months since I've seen him. So I decided I'd go to Victoria Secret and get something nice. I figured about $60 for a nice little set wouldn't kill me. So I go to the mall, pop into the store, browse a little, and head for the dressing room. I've never been into a dressing room at VS. I felt like a freaking rock star. It was a bit awkward at first since they measure and grope you, but it was oh so worth it.

So you walk up and they ask "what size bra you're wearing today". Not kidding. So I announced it in front of a roomful of strangers. The chick looked at me like I was crazy. Now, I'm not going to tell you my bra size. That borders on tacky. That's clearly info that only gets shared in the privacy of the VS fitting room. I will tell you that I was wearing a bra that was 2 sizes too big in the band and one cup size too small. Go figure. You know, you feel like a bleeding idiot when you find out how off you've been in that kind of thing. I mean, I'm 25. You'd think I'd know what size bra I wear.

Anyway, back to feeling like a rock star. The girl measured me and put me in a dressing room with my name on the outside on a little pink card. Then she starts bringing me all these bras in my size. Then she checks them all for the perfect fit. And I'll be danged if she wasn't absolutely right. It was like a rebirth for me. A bra that fit. I went insane. I got out of there for under $300...barely. I told TJ that I spent "kind of a lot of money". He didn't ask how much. He even actually said something along the lines of "oh that's fine". Funny how accommodating they are when you're buying VS lingerie.

Anyway, that was like the highlight of my year. If you've never been properly fitted (don't I sound fancy??), you should take care of that. It's a whole new outlook on life.

I'm sure you all feel very enlightened now. I'm getting sleepy and TJ will be calling to tuck me in soon, so I'm gonna do my Spoonful now. It's lemon-themed.

Metal Kitchen Sign with Lemons from In Him Designs, Summer Sunshine from Bagatelles & Co., Lemons Anyone from Faith Works 4 You, and Lemon Creme Body Sugar Cubes from Naiad.

I love, love, love this little sign! It makes me want to have a sunny yellow kitchen. At this point, I really just want my own kitchen. Soon. Soon. But I do have yellow dishes...I'm halfway there!

I don't know why I have this thing for lemons all the sudden. I'm so ready for autumn and winter, but I pick this bright summer yellow. I kinda want to carry this little clutch with a little black dress, but then I'm afraid I'd look like a bumble bee. But the purse is so stinking gorgeous. Not only do I adore the color, but the style is incredible. Very classy and elegant.

Is it just me or is this like the most precious little girl in the whole wide world? How cute is she in her little model pose with her big blue eyes and lemon dress?? The dress itself is darling too; with ruffled sleeves and a bow at the waist.

I love bath stuff. Especially salts and scrubs. This is a super cool scrub in cube form. And it smells like lemon creme! How yummy and decadent! I love lemon cookies. I'd smell like a lemon cookie all day. Then I'd be hungry all day. But I would smell delicious! And I'd be silky smooth.

And now I have to go downstairs and have some lemon cookies because all this lemon talk had given way to a craving. Not that it takes a whole lot to make me hungry.

Don't let the bed bugs bites!

xoxo

bath sweetness with attitude

You know how Blogger sends you an email when you get a comment? Well, I was reading my comment emails from the suicidal Gmail post this morning, and I got a new ad:

Don't Let It Get To You - www.happier.com - Anger is Bad! Happy is Good :-) Learn How To Let Go Of Negativity

Apparently, my comments about my blog about my Gmail diagnosed depression (or GDD as we in the psychology world refer to it) have led to more ads encouraging me to buck up; put on a happy face; be my own best friend! This one is a little more accurate though. Anger would better describe my hang-up. They're getting warmer! Talk about targeted advertising.

I got my cool new mesh shorts in the mail today. Now, I know what you're thinking; "I thought you weren't buying anything." This is true. However, I have classified shorts as a need. If you disagree, come down to Houston and walk my dog in 95 degree heat with 200% humidity in black yoga pants. Then we'll see what your priorities are. 

Anyway, I ordered these cute little mesh shorts from Soffe. I love mesh shorts, but I have a hard time finding girl length ones. I look ghetto in the ones that go down to my knees. I was hesitant to get them because they're called "Mesh Teeny Tiny Shorts", and in the description it said that they "run small". For crying out loud. Michelle does not wear anything that "runs small" with "teeny tiny" in the name. Basically because I'm too old to be walking around looking like a hussy.

I was very torn because they're darling and I can't find normal length ones anywhere. Plus they were only $10. They don't look so bad in the picture by themselves, but in the picture where a girl (hussy) is wearing them, it looks like she has them pulled up to her boobs and twisted and clipped in the back. Lordy. Has anyone else noticed that 12-year-old girls prance around looking like cheap call-girls? Because for real. I would slap my child seven ways to Sunday if she ever dared to wear something like that out of the house. On that note, there's a really hilarious book called "Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank" by Celia Rivenbark. Amen sister.

Ok, focus. I debated for awhile, and then went ahead and got a pair, just to see. They came in the mail today and I was pleasantly surprised to find that my business was completely covered when wearing them. You're not gonna catch me looking like a hoochie. So now I must have them in every color.

I'm trying to think of a smooth and/or witty segway into my Spoonful of Sugar. Not that I've ever bothered before, but I wanted to today for some reason. Alas, I'm coming up blank. So I'm just going to go with my usual: sudden, choppy and basically non-existent transition.

Ok, so I know that all my Spoonfuls have been bath stuff lately (as Keirsten so kindly pointed out), but cut me some slack. I feel like crap. All I want to do is soak in something wonderful and I'm out of soaky stuff. I'm operating in crisis mode. I'm doing the best I can.

Today I have another bath bomb. I tried to search for other things, really I did. But my heart wasn't in it. I love it when people use unique or funny names for their items. So this caught my eye, not only because it was a bath bomb, but because the name cracked me up. It comes from Baths Not Bombs. It's called Suck It, Cramps. Freaking awesome. Bath products with attitude. My kind of stuff.

It would be really awesome if she made one called "Suck It, Ex-Husband." I'm not sure exactly what would go into that one, but then I don't know a whole lot about essential oils and the like.

I'm, once again, not getting anything done today. I'm going to attempt to make my own earrings. Aren't I frugal and money conscious?? In reality, I'm bored of watching TV and I really don't feel like grouting. I can make earrings in bed though :) I might do some more serving utensils, but that might require too much of a commitment from me at the moment.

xoxo

it's gonna take more than sugar...

...to cure what ails me. I feel like crap. Again. I've been downing cold and cough medicine like my life depends on it. Which I'm pretty sure it does, at this point. Pretty sure I have strep throat. I've been in denial. When I was still in school, I got it about twice a year. Since then (about 8 years) I've gotten it about 5 times. I'm going to have to admit defeat and go to the doctor. Clearly this is going to take antibiotics. *groan* Antibiotics make me sick. I'd rather just die and get it over with. I can't sleep because of the swollen burning of my throat (yay!) so I'm hopped up on My-Quil and posting my Spoonful.

Nothing sounds better than a really good soak in some really hot bath water. Filled with something designed to make me feel better. So I found me something. Now if only I could have it now. Right now. It comes from Raw Beauty. It's called "Get Well Bath Tea".

There's a whole bunch of other really cool stuff in this shop. Including something called "Sex Kitten Bath Tea". Hello...not that I'm having sex. Probably another part of my problem. Anyway, not even sex sounds better than a nice long soak in this bath tea. Soothing for my achy muscles and my sore throat, cough, and sniffles. Plus it comes in the absolute cutest jar ever! I love jars like that.

I'm going to lay down before I fall down. Night all.

xoxo

sweet soaking

I worked my rear off today. I got a whole lot done though. I had a big group of things in the garage that I was staining and they all dried today. That meant lots of sticking tile onto things this afternoon. And that means lots of grouting tomorrow. I got some custom items finished and posted too. And I posted two new regular items to my shop. I should be having a flood of new items soon. Then I need to sit back and be patient. I need to stop spending money I'm not making :)

I'm so gross. I haven't showered today. I don't want to yet cause I still have to take Jers for her evening walk. I'll just be drenched in sweat all over again. Then I'd have to shower again. And showering twice in the space of an hour is not something Michelle does.

So in the spirit of being clean and relaxed, my Spoonful today is a little bit of bath heaven. I recently got these salts scented with Plumeria. They smell soooooo good! Does anyone remember when Bath & Body Works first opened and like their only scent was Plumeria and two others? Anyway, when I got those salts, it reminded me how much I liked that scent. So I searched for Plumeria scented things on Etsy. This was by far and large my favorite. It comes from Marmalade Hills.

First of all, I love bath bombs. They're my favorite bath things ever. Well that and bath salts, but they're kind of the same thing. I do like how bath bombs fizz though. That's fun. I need to focus. These are silky cream bath bombs. That just sounds completely decadent. It's got coconut milk and real silk fibers and a bunch of other things I know nothing about. But man do they sound good. This will be my treat to myself for the next sale I make.

Someone please go buy something now!! :)

xoxo

sug-ah

Well. It's been an interesting day. I got a lot of staining done. I made a huge sticky mess. Have I mentioned that I HATE stain? Ugh. So gross. It's hot as Hades outside. Not that it's even gotten close to the kind of hot it's going to be here in Houston. Good old Houston. So humid it feels like you're drowning when you walk outside. Yummy.

I'm on my feet all the time. Me and Jers walk 2.5 miles a day, 7 days a week. I stand most of the day, either outside to stain or paint at the worktable or inside by the sink scrubbing grout off my masterpieces. I got a massage the other day. Mom got me a gift card at Christmas and I kept forgetting to go. See how stressed I've been? I forgot a stinking massage. Sad day. Anyway, after my massage was over the girl was like, "Are you on your feet a lot? Because the muscles and ligaments in your feet are incredibly hard and tight. It looks like you put most of your weight on the inside of your feet too, and that's not good."

Lesson of the day: pay attention to your massage therapist. I brushed it off. Yeah my feet hurt. I stand all danged day. Duh. But today, I tore a ligament in my foot. I just took a step and hit my knees. The pain was so bad. At first I thought it was a bad muscle cramp, so I stretched it and rubbed it and tried to walk it off. Not so much. So yeah. Torn plantar fascia. That would be the ligament that connects your toes to your heel. It hurts when I walk, when I wiggle my toes, when I flex my foot, when I stretch my foot, and basically anytime I think about my foot. And now my other foot hurts from putting so much weight on it!

I know I'm being a whiny baby, but for crying out loud in a bucket! How much crap is one person supposed to take. I guess that's what I get for telling the universe to "bring it on" in a fit of rage. Second lesson of the day: don't take your anger out on the universe.

I'm supposed to tape it, take my pain pills, ice it, keep it elevated, and stay off my feet. Well, 2 out of 5 isn't bad. I can't stay off my feet. It's what I do. I hate ice. It hurts and basically makes me grouchy. Plus I don't like doctors, so I get mad when they tell me what to do. I broke my foot and didn't use my crutches or walking cast. Well, I did for awhile because my foot was literally incapable of holding my weight. That lasted about two weeks though. Then it was, hello Ace bandage and hobbling. I never went back for my recheck either. You think I'd learn because the bone healed funny and now I have a lump on the side of my foot. I broke my pinky once too and didn't go to the doctor at all. Now I have a hunchback pinky. I was kinda bummed because it was my favorite pinky. It was skinnier and had a prettier shaped nail than my other one. But I don't learn. I figure if broken bones didn't kick my ass, a ligament has no chance. Rub some dirt in it and walk it off.

But tonight my Spoonful of Sugar is in honor of my aching, throbbing foot. It comes from Blissology. It's called the Footsie Bar. It's a fun name. I know it's technically for dry feet, but I love peppermint and it just sounds so refreshing and tingly.

So go check out the shop! There's all sorts of blissful sounding things there. And check out the Sweet Coco-Mango Soap. It's purty.