Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I know these posts have nothing to do with what is going on right now...hopefully some day soon I will catch up..but for now larkin is running around the house singing
"Truckee truckee bo buckee banana fana fo ....."
Over and over again. I need to stop laughing and figure out how to steer her in a different direction with that song.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

It's been a good run.

One fun year of blogging has left us ready to focus our energy on other tasks and it's time to say good-bye to No Sugar Coating.

We'll still be around in our other various ventures.  We still have our personal blogs, so, if you are privy to that information, then Yay you!, and I'll always be continuing to work on photos over at my other little project (and my VERY first blog attempt from long, long ago) http://catfood27cents.blogspot.com/.  I'm looking to transfer that over to a different handler pretty soon, so, stay tuned!  I'll likely let loose over there as well when/if the mood strikes me.  

Thanks to everyone who has read and followed us this year.  It's been tremendously fun writing these posts and reading your comments.  

Here's to 2011 and new adventures!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

What are you getting your kids for whatever absurdly commercialized "Religious" holiday you are celebrating this year?

Ho Ho Ho

Yay!! My long awaited Scrooge post!  You knew it was coming, didn't the five of you?

Ahh, this year I felt my first REAL bitter taste of the commercialized nonsense of the Holidays.  Oh. Man.  With a three year old who is preoccupied with getting "things", as in, it's hard, I mean, really hard, to go to places like Target without a Level 6 meltdown over some plastic nonsense that he wants and that I won't buy.  I realize this is a huge parental failing on my part, combined with the natural inclinations of a three year old, so I'm not trying to suggest I have no idea why this happens.

Anyway... Christmas.  Since November 1st, my son has been proclaiming a deep and profound desire for a "Storm Trooper" and "Scary Guy".  (Read: Captain Rex and General Grievous from Star Wars).  Yeah yeah kid, I get it, you want this.  Well, literally, for almost two months, he would chirp about these two annoyingly plastic and electronic noisemaking, likely will break within four minutes pieces of crap.

But I bought them.

Yes.  "Scary Guy" entered our family home today.  I'm such an awesome mom.  I mean, I figure that if the two things he asks for of all the things he could possibly want, that he's been harping about for the last six weeks were not delivered... then there might be hell to pay.

Let's take a trip down memory lane and let me share with you the mother I had planned on being prior to the birth of the fetus that would become my current three year old son.  We would have:

-Lots and lots of books.  (yes, we have a virtual Barnes and Noble, so I'm kind of okay with our books)
-No plastic.  ( HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!!! - um, yeah, that died as soon as little baby Ronan was          
SO over the Haba rattles)
-No Happy Meal toys (see above).
-A wonderful Waldorf inspired abode.

Okay, that didn't work out as planned.  Actually, his first birthday was when the shit really entered our lives.  Up until then, he was pretty content with the little basket of toys he had that we kept in his room of our tiny shoebox condo.  His first birthday party, while a modest affair (as I tend to like birthday parties to be) brought in our first taste of the blinky, battery powered, action packed, brightly colored, toys that I vowed we'd never buy, or own.

Whatever.  Okay.  Fine.

Now, we live in a pretty huge house with a play room that is FILLED TO THE GILLS with plastic crap manufactured in ever major Asian country, and every time I see "made in China" written on the back of some action figure's ass, I wonder to myself, "what must the person who put this together think of us and our tastes in toys?"  Then I think about Japan and the weird shit they like and I feel a lot better about it.  (Hello Kitty and her friends notwithstanding)  But I digress.  (as usual)

This Christmas, my husband and I decided that we were going to tone it down and keep it natural - excluding "Storm Trooper" and "Scary Guy" of course.  We wanted to keep the massive paper ripping frenzy and overloaded get get get to a minimum.  I will have to say, I'm pretty sure I've failed miserably. Oh yes, we did get the uber-pricey heirloom quality Waldorf inspired Angels and Elves use-your-own-imagination-dollhouse and a few rooms of unpainted furniture and an "ethnically ambiguous" family of four (hey, we're liberals yo!).  This was my big exciting idea for getting the children something beautiful and sturdy that would inspire their imaginations.  Yay yay yay!  I'm so crunchy!

Then, I freaking wander into Toys R' Us, and walk out with about half a dozen other plasticy pieces of crap that a) my children don't need and b) they will likely forget about in four seconds after ripping off the carefully applied paper.

I am a hypocrite.  I accept this.

So.  I've bared my soul.  Once again I am disappointed in my parenting, falling prey to the siren song of the consumerism driven culture in which I live.  I bought my kids a lot of useless crap (and a few beautiful things, which I guarantee WILL be the things that they enjoy a lot longer than batter operated plastic pieces of junk) for Christmas and, to be quite honest, I will enjoy watching them open them and be thrilled - even for those few fleeting days or so- with their gets.

My idealistic mind hopes that I will stick to my New Year's resolution and clean out the play room, donate what isn't being played with, streamline the toy selection to things that are useful, creative, and beautiful (and of course, keeping the things that they love, regardless of how I feel about them - I'm not a total jerk) and pay better attention to what enters the house in the future.

If you want to read the article that inspired this guilt ridden tirade, check it HERE.

Friday, December 3, 2010

I craft some stuff

Yes, that is shocking, I know.  As a SAHM, I do feel this little bit of pressure to be this crafty domestic fantasy matriarch, adept with needle, thread and glue gun.  But alas, I fall wildly short of this persona.  BUT, sometimes, very rarely, I am inspired enough to actually make and do.

So, tiny backstory.  I have a front door.  It has a nail in it that has been there for, ? 65 years?, and I feel that it was likely the nail upon which many a wreath has adorned.  So, I wanted a wreath this holiday season.  Since my last Christmas wreath was stolen off my door in Charleston (the wreath my now deceased Grandmother made for me...*ahem), I haven't had another.  Looking around at various places that sell those kinds of holiday adornments had left me rather unimpressed.  Alas, I thought, I'll just get some pine boughs and be done with it!  But then, I read Jill Krause of Babyrabies' excellent Felt Pomp Wreath Tutorial, and was inspired to try my hand!

I followed her directions pretty much to the letter.  I did need more than one yard of felt, (which, by the way, I bought the same sparkly red, as my black front door would swallow anything green, and the other reds were a bit too... hmm, orange - and sparkly red is quite festive!) I used about 1.25 yards and I severely underestimated the amount of ribbon I'd need, as I forgot to write down how much Jill suggested using.  Sooo, after running out of ribbon TWICE, I bought a heck of a lot more than I wound up needing, but likely I'll find a use for red satin ribbon this month... sometime.

As for cost, well, I'm not chock full of crafty supplies.  So, I needed a glue gun, glue sticks, and a rotary cutter, because even this talentless hack realized from reading her tutorial that scissors would make me NUTS after about the 300th felt square.

All in all, I am quite pleased.  The red is pretty and the wreath is simple and unique.  I might not even hang it on the front door, and put it over the fireplace... such decisions have not been made yet.  But here you go, for your viewing pleasure.  My take on the Felt Pomp Wreath!

This wasn't too difficult a project, and it's so cute, I can imagine that many of Jill's readers will be pomping some felt this holiday season to make a cute, economical and festive little wreath!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Oh Santa please...

bring this? for me?

Anyone who has known me for more than four seconds knows that I absolutely love Audrey Hepburn.  I'm sure my daughter, Miss Isla Audrey *ahem, would like it as well.

It's only $700.  Pretty please?

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A wake up call.

Read.  Yes, now.

I'm pretty sure that all people need to read this incredible post.   

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy Halloween

self-portrait "pre halloween candy gluttonfest"

Have a great time everyone, and listen up; as someone married to a person who was actually poisoned by Halloween candy as a child, - really kids, only eat the brand name stuff, okay?  And look for little puncture holes, just to make sure.