Long Live Long Lashes

What? You don't all take dozens of photos of your kids sleeping?


Lame.

But check out those lashes. Hoo boy, what I'd give to call those my own. She gets them from her Daddy (on whom they are completely wasted) and I'm jealous. I've got stumpy, blonde lashes that need a dozen coats of mascara to make an appearance on my face. 

However, you might recall a few months ago that I mentioned a little something about lash extensions to rectify the lame lash situation I have going on and I think it's time we had a little chat about them.

They're awesome.


Every two weeks I head over to the lash salon (I go to an Amazing Lash Studio) and Tiffany works her magic on me. Thirty minutes later, I walk out with these bad boys.


No mascara, friends.

The best part of these is that I can wake up in the morning looking somewhat put together. As far as Summer beauty routines, it holds mine together. BB Cream, blush, a little brow gel, lip gloss, and I'm good to go. I usually forego the shadow unless it's a special occasion, and call it a day. I hardly ever lose lashes and despite my husband mocking me for being more high maintenance than ever, I don't think I'll ever be able to give them up. Ever.

Shorts Story

I don't like shorts.

I never liked them or had much reason to wear them growing up (Summers in Maine are mostly cool enough to get away with capris and dresses) but three Summers into Texas living and I'm throwing in the long pants. 104 degrees is too hot for pants and maxi dresses feel like snowsuits, so I've been stuffing this mom bod into shorts when all my sundresses are in the laundry.

You all know I like effortless outfits that manage not to scream "I just rolled out of bed and am wearing yesterday's foundation" and  I've found exactly three pairs of shorts that are helping me do that. I think they're flattering, easy to style, and in the spirit of spreading the thigh baring love, I'm going to spill the details here.


These are from Old Navy and I sized up to get a more relaxed fit. Apparently the boyfriend they styled these after weighs 100 pounds.


I also love these white shorts from Old Navy. Size up again. I don't have a photo of these since my terrible selfie game is slacking at the moment. 

Finally, these J Crew Factory shorts are great. These fit true to size, I'm all about the  5" inseam and I'm definitely going to get another color. I like to wear these with sandals or these Sebago boat shoes. 


Slouchy tees, chambray popovers, and simple tunics all get rotated with these bad boys and are helping me beat the heat while not flashing my rear when I bend, stoop, or squat to retrieve any of the 100 items that hit the floor of our house or grocery store every day.

My next step is to tan these legs if I'm going to be flashing them all Summer long, but more on that later!

Emily's Bridal Shower

warning! photo heavy post ahead

A couple weeks ago I had the privilege of throwing my baby sister a bridal shower. 

Now she's thrown me a hell of a shower or two over the past five years. My bridal shower was amazing and my baby shower topped even that. So I felt a tiny bit of pressure to knock her socks off and send her down the aisle in style (and thanks to the wedding shoes I picked out for her, mission accomplished. Badgley Mischka anyone?). 

My aunt was gracious enough to let us use her gorgeous house and let me have free reign with the space to create a "tying the knot" bridal shower to complement Emily's navy and mint nautical themed wedding. I think the best way to do this is a full on photo dump, so that's how we'll proceed. I hired Emily's photographer (and my good friend) Danielle Brady to take the photos and while that may seem a little over the top, it was the best money we spent on the shower. Period.

I didn't have to take a single photo, worry about capturing a single detail, and she crushed it, just like she always does. So here we go!









































There are so many more photos I could share, but I'll spare you (and spare the guests the embarrassment of the crazy looks on their faces during the games!). We had a blast, a few ladies walked away with some great prizes (knot themed jewelry) and everyone ate until they wished they had a looser dress on. 

Now onto the wedding!

Weekend Wrap Up

Hey, Ladies!

I arrived back from Maine this afternoon and am settled back in with my people, ready to start another week. I'm eating my nightly cup of cereal and making my grocery list for tomorrow while Liv camps out next to me, drinking milk out of a stemless acrylic wine glass. Her new cup of choice. Fancy, much?

I'm also a teeny bit looped out from the children's Benadryl I took after a few minutes by the pool proved that I am, in fact, allergic to Texas mosquito bites. So please bear with my spelling errors and run on sentences....and pretend like my writing isn't always this bad. 

I went back to Maine for a whopping 40 hours for a wedding and quick wedding pow wow with my sister. I'm pretty wiped, but didn't hate traveling solo, but I'll spare you those details. For now. I'm going to milk that for a whole darn post. Lucky you!

It was downright chilly in Maine, with a high of something like 61 so I was a tad bit out of my element but it was definitely a refreshing change from the humid Houston heat. I keep a bunch of sweaters in the closet at my parents house for this very reason and it always pays off.




My sister did my hair (which I loved), we hightailed it over to the wedding, and I hopped on an 8 am flight this morning to be home in time for happy hour.



Ryan and O had a blast together and ran each other ragged, but I'm really glad they had some special time together, just the two of them.

I hope you all had a great weekend and I'll see you again in the next day or so...I just can't stay away!

Working at Home

Disclaimer: A few days ago I posted a rose tinted version of a day in the life at Willow Crowns. It was beautifully photographed and both my child and I were properly groomed. This is nothing like that.

The funny thing about running a business from your home is that even during slower times (ahem, Summer), things are never slow. Peaceful? Quiet? Words I don't currently have in my vernacular. 

For example:

Today, Steph and I had a meeting. Actually two. Not like the meetings we used to have when Tate was a sleepy newborn and Liv was in Mother's Day Out. You know, when we'd sit down with our pads and pens, desktop calendars at the ready, creative juices simmering. Both of us probably had on mascara, maybe even an accessory or two.

Today's first meeting was a FaceTime call, yes. However neither of us were wearing a bra (and I almost accidentally flashed Steph thanks to a sloppy robe shoulder), both still in pjs, and about ten minutes in I heard a dripping in the kitchen.



completely unfiltered for your viewing pleasure

Hang up and handle the clogged disposal that shares a line with my running dishwasher? No, we don't have time for that. Instead I put down the phone and proceeded to holler ideas her way while I worked my way through three rolls of paper towels.

Our second meeting today went a little something like this.

Phone rings

Me: This whole Fall line looks like shit and there isn't enough to it.

Steph: Yep.

Me: WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO?!

And the panic ensued.

We apparently do our best work in moments of pure desperation because within an hour we were thrilled (and possibly bipolar upon reflection) at what we were working with.

Now?

Now it's after 10 and I'm ordering supplies/blogging next to a toddler clutching a string cheese because she napped until after 5 and is about as far from tired as I am from tan.

Tomorrow's work calls will probably look very similar. Gray will try to roll off the bed while we narrow down color choices, Liv with strip naked and climb in the tub (again) while we discuss pricing, and we'll have to hang up on each other and call back a half a dozen times so we can keep our children from the injuries they seem so intent to self inflict.

All in a day's work, right?

second disclaimer: I promise our children are safe and well cared for, despite having nut jobs for mothers.
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