Archive for March, 2010

March 14, 2010

Powdering my nose just got fancier.

In the fourth grade, I made a friend named Hannah. It’s been eight years since fourth grade, and she’s still my best, truest, friendliest friend. For Christmas, I received from her a little compact (which has gotten a lot of use out of it thus far, as my usual choices of lipstick colors are the most high maintenance ones). But this weekend, I decided to jazz it up. Let’s do this the good old acne commercial way- before and after.

Before….

I decided that since the compact itself was from Hannah, I would use one of her marvelous pictures that she had taken. She took this heartstring tugger at one of my most favorite places whilst she stayed with me in New York last summer, so I sanded that puppy down and broke out the Mod Podge, as well as the teensy peacock feathers I just purchased off of ebay. Now, for the After, Part 1.

I didn’t want to leave the bottom part plain black, so I searched for another picture. I decided I would pick one from the state of New York, in keeping with the theme on the front. Besides, everyone knows a compact should be… personal? Well, okay, maybe not. But who says it shouldn’t be? So I picked a photo I had taken at the Eden Corn Fest- the most perfectly, wonderfully quaint event I had ever attended. I was introduced to the wonderland of Corn Fest by another dear friend of mine, Michael.

After, Pt. 2

I’m not one for a ton of glitter, but I thought it added a little something extra.

After, Pt 3.

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March 7, 2010

Thou shalt try not to covet too much

These are a bunch of odds and ends (and mammal friends) that I’ve stumbled upon within the past week that I very much wish I could call my own. One can never have enough octopus rings, you know.

March 4, 2010

A dream is a wish your pen makes

Mary Blair is a goddess. I think that’s all that needs to be said.

March 3, 2010

Just a bunch of pansies

For my history class, we had to make a family tree (which is a rather difficult thing when your parents have zero memory and you have no living grandparents), but nonetheless, it was a good opportunity to break out the good old Grumbachers once more. Here’s some bits and pieces of it, as posting my entire family genealogy on the world wide web seems a bit less than wise.

March 2, 2010

Bibbidy, bobbidy, iron

When I found out that I was going to be with my three very best friends in the whole world in my very favorite place in the whole world, I grabbed my iron and was ready to go. After thinking up Disney related nicknames for my rather unusually named companions, it was on. PS: only buy Wilton’s iron-on transfers; the other brands are impossible to work with.

March 1, 2010

Disaster in Disney

Oh, how I love Disneyland. That place is the most magical, nostalgic, wonderful place on the globe. Unfortunately though, sometimes bad people go to the Happiest Place On Earth, and sometimes they steal the wallet that you made so that you can’t show the finished product on your blog. Luckily though, my bff (http://ladyeighty.wordpress.com) snagged a shot mid-progress. It looked way cooler when it was done, but oh well. Hopefully whoever stole it thinks it looks cool, at least.