Dress:  New York & Co.

Shoes:  Target

Have you ever wondered what a dress made entirely of trash bags looks like?

Dress:  Made by Me

For anyone interested in making a similar dress, here's how:

STEP ONE:
Apparently if you iron a couple of trash bags together using freezer paper, you get a thick fabric-like material...who knew right?  Well, one billion a lot of trash bags later, you end up with enough 'fabric' to think yourself a hoarder champion.

STEP TWO:
Prepare to lose a few friends because you've become obsessed with finishing said dress.  You have a vision and no one, not even state and federal laws are going to stop you from finishing for your deadline.  Call your friend or family member and tell them you've made cake.  When they step inside your home, lock the door and hand them an extra pair of scissors and tell them they will never see the outside of your house unless they finish X amount of rectangles.  Oh and by the way, there is no cake.  Slowly but surely people will catch on and stop visiting you, but that's okay because now you have all the time in the world to finish your dress.

STEP THREE:
You have bags and bags of rectangles hanging out on your desk, bed, dining room table.  You have been working for what feels like years (more like a week), but good news, you are one quarter of the way done.   Now you have to fold every little rectangle and hot glue it onto the dress form.  For any normal person with coordination, this would be simple, but if you are uncoordinated, there will be a lot of cursing, band aides, and blisters.  Don't ask me how I know.

STEP FOUR:
Step back with your new claw hand and admire your labor of love.  All your blood sweat and tears are it (no seriously...).  Even though people walk up to you and observe that you look like you've aged a bit in the past few weeks, this was the best month of your life.

STEP FIVE:
Convince your family and friends that you are not going to kidnap them and force them into labor again to come and fill in the audience for your fashion show as you stiffly walk on a stage wondering how you ever agreed to do this. 

Meet Maya and Ducky.

Maya is my beautiful Akita.  For two years, I would dream of having a second dog.  A small dog that I could put in my bed and cuddle with (why else?!) without being coated with hair because apparently when a breeder tells you that your Akita is going to shed it is implied that for the rest of her life with you, you will walk around like a human lint roller and wearing the color black is a thing of the past.  But these things are manageable with obsessive diligence that maybe, just maybe, almost five years later I am finally getting the hang of.  Maybe.  But that is a topic of another day.  No, my most worrisome  issue with Maya is that she is EXTREMELY animal aggressive. Then one day, my sister nervously entrusted me with two of her Chihuahua puppies to re-home.  Maya's immediate reaction was to lay on her belly to play with a tiny little male Chihuahua that I was not too taken with at the time now known as Ducky.


Ducky is hyperactive, super-protective of his females, and at two pounds six ounces, the alpha male of this house.  Yes.  The irony does not escape me.  Before getting Ducky, I was always impressed at how calm my Akita was indoors.  Without all the dog hair, you would have never known she was there (unless you were a stranger in which case you would DEFINITELY know).  Apparently my dog was just depressed because her favorite game involves picking up a squeaky toy and having Ducky chase her or laying down and playing tug-a-war with him.  These two are inseparable...and so very odd.

This morning when I woke up feeling like Betty Crocker, I knew the answer to my prayers:  biscuits.  It was like my stomach had an epiphany, so after searching the net for about two hours, I found the one.  It was described as "fool-proof" by more than 122 people that gave it 4.5 stars.  I set forth with the naive idea that I would be creating Kentucky Fried Chicken style biscuits that I would quietly finish eating in shame before noon.  Unfortunately the result was not the biscuit of my dreams.

.Sigh.

Maybe someone else will have better luck with this recipe??

Quick Biscuits

You know those days when you wake up and you just want to put on your dancing shoes?  Well today is not one of those days for me.  In fact, I may very well stay in my pajamas all day and only venture into the kitchen for cheese...that's enough to keep me alive right?  On days like these, I like to find some sort of inspiration to gather the energy to get up and do something productive (grab a good book and crawl back under the covers).  Today, I use my little sister as my inspiration. 

Dress:  Borrowed from Me- Thrifted and altered

Shoes:  Target

A little about the dress:

When I saw this dress on Asos, I knew it would be perfect for my little sister's upcoming high school graduation party.  Unfortunately, as a college student, it was just not in the budget.  It was either the dress or Ramen and we all know the obvious answer to that problem....TO THE THRIFT STORE!!!  After searching at several different locations, I found a size ten twin of the Asos beauty for $2 and literally jumped up and down.  You know you're being odd when the lady wearing a Christmas sweater in the Texas summer looks at you funny as she continues to argue with herself.  A quick trip to the seamstress and $10 later, I had my dress!!!  It is so stunning in person that my little sister begged me to borrow it for a graduation dance.  This dress is too beautiful to just sit in a closet, so I had to say yes.  Besides, she is gorgeous in it, is she not?