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My Life in Words

A few from my pinterest board "my life in words"
enjoy, feel inspired, or whatever.









So because I'm a stay at home mom who can view pinterest at all times of the day, I feel obligated to become a CRAFT MONSTER. Named after what my crafts will most likely look like after I'm done. And no, it's not convenient that it's Halloween season. So I have a list of... motherly crafts I should start (pulling out my crinkled, wet post-it note that Lexi loved on):

1. cheese cloth wraps (for newborn shoots)
2. PJ pants (so they can be as long as I want)
3. curtains (so the neighbors can't see me naked in the kitchen)
4. Clemson skirt & bow for Lexi. Let's add BYU to this one too
5. A skirt for me (because why not)
6. 11X14 frame (already have the picture - mod podge on wood)
7. Boxspring upholstery (like burlap or something neutral)
8. A secret Christmas gift (that isn't Christmas-y)
9. Quietbook (church themed)

I figured if I keep writing them down... I'll slowly start one of them. As soon as Mr Smith gets me my table back for sewing. . . (staining isn't going quite as well as we would hope & he moved on to the grill)


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