Marvelous Maggie on Halloween!

This was first actual Halloween that the Magster got to go trick-or-treating out on the town, so I thought I'd share some pictures. I went for the standard easy costume for her first time. Ears and a tail, black clothes - easy mouse! She always plays pretend with "mousey" being her two fingers walking around on Legos or my arm and whatnot, so it was pretty easy to decide. It was that or a paper bag of groceries with arms and legs... which would have been funnier but no one liked it but me. Ah well, she liked the mouse costume.

This is before going out - lookin' a little worried, but ready to get some candy:


This is on the road with Dad:


Here's one that her oldest sister got of her once it got dark out - which is just a totally cool picture:

And here's the last one, home again with the horde. She mostly opened the candy, took a bite, then said "yucky" and handed it over to a sibling.

Maggie did pretty well, but was very tired when it was all over. Now she'll just be happy that she gets to play with her ears and tail whenever she wants.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

(and I am going back to watching Ghost Hunters)

Time flies .... like butterflies

Man, it's been awhile, eh? I've been busy with life and have neglected my blog.

Not my glass though!

See?

Yay!

break? .... No Breaks for YOU!

Yea, that's my conscience talkin'. I had thought to take a little time off and ride on the waves of a little extra inventory. Well, inventory all but gone, so back to the grinder on Monday.

I have been listing leaf mobiles and glass boxes (pretty much exclusively), so I figure it is time for some panels. Of what? Well, my grandfather-in-law would like a panel of a P51-Mustang. It's some fighter plane... But, really, not my cup of tea for sales, so he'll get it - just not online. As if he has computer! Nah, if I didn't like him so much, I wouldn't be doing it, right? Right! *indulgent sigh*

This weekend is the big wedding that I've been whining about for a million previous posts. It's finally here. I have some new duds and some spiffy high heel, 50's-pinup-lookin' Mary Janes. Shoe shopping is a drag. I don't think stilletos are appropriate for a wedding, so these were just what I was looking for as something a bit more ... lightly sexy, but not in-your-face hussification. I'm happy with them.

Then, after a couple days of shopping and dying my hair back to it's original pepper (minus the salt) save for my characteristic streak of Bride of Frankenstein silver, I actually got into the mood of the whole thing and now want Jewelry! Damn. Of course, too late to shop Etsy and get it in time. (That is not a premeditated plug - there are some seriously nice things on Etsy. If I could ever stop being last-minute-molly and plan ahead, I would be shopping there a bit more often.)

Go figure, I lost my bigger gold hoops somewhere. We'll see if I make it through tomorrow without a quick jaunt to the nearest store to grab something sparkly and gold and hoopy. Also, forgot a purse - again too late to grab a sweet li'l clutch off Etsy. My small ragtag collection isn't going to jive with my ensemble, so it's either bag the bag or buy new. Hmmm. We'll see how I feel tomorrow. (My husband told me to forget the purse, who'd want to carry that around all night anyhow? I looked at him in mock horror and asked what if there was an emergency!?! He said - like what? - thinking cell phone, I'm sure. My reply: Like what if my lips get chapped??? Duh, he can be so obtuse.)

Ah yes, speaking of my other half - he coerced me into getting a gym membership. I loathe the gym. I was in the Marine Corps for 5 yrs in another life, and honestly? Unless someone is screaming at me, with the spittle flying in my face and the fear of God being sung in cadence behind - exercise is Not My Thing. Especially not around a bunch of Gym People. But, he knows I'm crabby about my present lack of svelteness, so he'd just rather hear me whine about how gross I am to someone who cares (he still thinks I'm purdy) ... like a personal trainer after my $$$.

But, let's face it - there comes a point when the idea of pawning the wee one off on some unsuspecting gym daycare personnel just so I can pretend I'm not pushing 40 with 4 kids and a pack a day habit, becomes attractive. Not to down the wee one, but she's got fiesty from TWO gene pools, and proud of it, thank you very much. BUT - the first Gym People that look at me uppity-like, will get some spittle and fear of God cadence back at them. Posers.