learning to bend

disclaimer:

This post is a complete and utter mess.... just a conglomeration of my thoughts.

There is no real rhyme or reason behind it.

And to top it off,  I'm blogging from the bathroom.

Why, you ask?

Because it's the safest place to be, of course.

We've been home for 30 minutes and all I hear is the commotion of little feet as they chase each other down the hallway and through the kitchen.. only to fall and hit their heads and scream bloody murder.

for the love of sanity.

I adore my children with every ounce of my being, but lately...

Lord, have mercy on my poor soul. 

My 5-year-old has driven me up every scalable wall in the dang house.

rare form, I tell ya.

Maybe it's the weather.  Yep, we'll blame it on the weather.

People keep asking, "So when are you gonna have another one?"  

Just one more.... a little girl, perhaps.

I won't lie.... that same question creeps into my mind daily and leaves me puzzled and completely confused.

Some days I think, "Sure, why not?  Let's go for it."

We'll make do.

And then the very next minute I wonder, "What in the world was I thinking?  We can't start all over."

Then I slap myself and shout... SHUT THE CRAP UP.  

You don't have to have every answer to every question right this very minute.  

Just hold your horses and see where life takes you.

I can do that.

It's hard.

Mainly because I've always had a "plan."  

That term "she get it from her momma"... yeah, that's totally me in a nutshell.

Thanks for that, Mother.

As long as my husband has known me, he's said one of my biggest downfalls is that I was born with zero spontaneity in my blood.

I'm working on it, I promise, and he will vouch for me when I say I've come a LONG way.

Kids will do that to you, I suppose.

I've always liked order.  organization.  schedules.  plans.

And I don't do well when they get screwed up.

But I'm learning to bend.

If we do have a 3rd child, I'll definitely be forced to bend.

Where will it sleep?

we'll figure it out.

Will I ever go to work?

we'll figure it out.

But I've gotten rid of all the "baby" stuff.

we'll figure it out.

I sold all my maternity clothes.

we'll figure it out.

Will I be able to lose the baby weight, AGAIN?

we'll figure it out... and frankly, who cares?  Stop being so selfish.

How will we afford 3 cars, 3 colleges and 3 weddings?

eh... we'll figure it out.

When (or IF) the time comes, we'll figure it out.

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And that, my friends, is a glimpse inside 

my unorganized & overloaded "mommy-brain."

guess how much I love you?

Not sure if you or your kiddos watch Nick Jr., but I love hearing the song (and singing to my boys) "Guess how much I love you?"

simply because I A.D.O.R.E. my boys.  

But this post is not about them.  It's about my "other" boy.

Today is "Guess How Much I Love My Husband?" Day.  Yep.  I made it a "day."

even though it's really every single day in my world.

As a married couple (or dating, if you aren't there yet), we all have moments in our relationships that we'll never forget.  Moments that hold a special place in our hearts.  Moments that we'll share with our kids one day... showing them how much love their parents have for each other and modeling what a real, and Godly relationship should look like.

Yesterday, my husband and I had a moment.  It might not have meant much to him.... but it did to me.

He will absolutely kill me when he finds out I've shared all of this in a blog post.  But immediately after it happened, I knew I had to tell somebody.  Not to brag on my husband, but to show others what husbands are supposed to do for their wives.

It has nothing to do with going to work each day, cutting the grass, going to the dump, washing the cars, playing "Superman" with the boys... although, I am so thankful to have a husband who does all of those things without complaining.

But this was something he did JUST FOR ME.

We were just laying around, having a lazy day, and I can't even remember how the conversation started.  But he began to tell me all the things he loves about me.

All of the things I'm good at.

All of my talents and positive characteristics.

Things that make me a good mother.

Things that make me a good wife.

Things that make me a good person.

He went on.... and on... and on.

My reply was, "I'm really not as good at those things as YOU think I am.  It's just because you love me."

Nope.  He honestly thinks I'm super.

and he tells me on a regular basis.

One thing I'm NOT good at is self confidence.

I am fully aware of this and he reminds me often.

But I think it's a good thing.  I might be good at a few things but one thing I NEVER, EVER want to become is proud.

For me, humility is the way to go.

Now, I promise there's a reason why I told you about our little "moment."

And here's my message to you...

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To the girls who are searching for their soulmate:

Search diligently, pray hard, and choose wisely.

Before jumping into a relationship, there are so many things you need to determine.

But one of the most important questions you should ask yourself is:

Does he cherish me?

Cherish means: to cling fondly to;  to hold dear;  to nurture;  to care for tenderly;  to treat with value.

Make sure he values you and knows exactly what you're worth.

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To the married ladies:

Does your husband cherish you?  Does he tell you DAILY how much he loves you?  You can never hear it too many times.

(most importantly, it's a 2-way street.  make sure he knows how much you love and appreciate him, or don't expect it in return.)

Does he have desire in his eyes toward you?  Is the passion that you had for each other when you first began your journey together still undeniable?  Or has it faded?

If it's not what it once was, reevaluate your love for each other.  Pray.  Ask God to remind you WHY you fell in love to begin with.  He'll bring to your attention all of the things you love about each other.

And then, act on it.  Show (and tell) your husband how much he means to you.  Make sure he knows that he's loved and appreciated and is #1 in your life.

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To the men:

If you're still searching for the right girl, make sure you find one who is "the whole package."

Make sure she lights a fire in your bones when she walks into the room.

Make sure you see all of the good qualities about her and what makes her a spectacular catch.

Make sure you can picture yourself loving her, and only her, for the rest of your life.

And never forget to tell her how much she's loved.

If you're a married man, you carry the weight of providing for your family.  

Make sure that you aren't taken for granted.

Make sure your wife still looks at you with fire in her eyes.

Whether your love is brand new or mature, you have an obligation to your wife.

Never forget that promise you made, to love her through think and thin.

Tell her how much she means to you.

Tell her all of the reasons you fell in love with her.  Make sure she knows how special she is.

Us women really need to hear it sometimes.

With all of our wife/mom duties, we sometimes forget our worth.

But we deserve to have a husband who makes us feel like a million bucks.

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I am so thankful for my husband... and I hope my boys grow up to be JUST LIKE HIM.

Smart, strong, faithful, and full of love.

"they grow up too fast"

If only I had a nickel for every time someone said, “Don’t blink.  They grow up too fast.”

After Jase was born, I’m sure I heard that every single day.  When it’s your first child, you tend to brush it off. 

Now, 5 years (and another baby) later, I find myself giving the exact same advice to friends with newborns.

And so, here I am.  My baby boy is just a few days away from starting Kindergarten.

My heart breaks just simply thinking about it.

This is all we’ve ever known. 

Us. 

Together.

every. single. day.

I worry about so many things.

Will he be scared?  Will he make friends?  Will he be bullied?

Will he be able to tie his shoes?  Will he need help finding his classroom?

Will he be able to open his bag of chips at lunch?

Will he miss me?  Will he cry?

It pains me to think about all the things that COULD go wrong.

That he might need me.

But then I remind myself:  This is all a part of life… a stepping-stone.

  I’m sure there have been millions of mommies who have had the same worries and concerns that I have.

And I’m positive I’m not the first mommy to ever cry at the thought of their baby being away for 7 hours… 5 days a week.

Again, I remind myself:  He’s not a baby anymore. 

He’s a little boy. 

And he’s becoming a young man.

Talk about WORRIES!

There are so many things in life that I desire for my kids.  

While I can provide some of them, I can’t make decisions for them.

I can’t ensure their happiness.

But I can light the way and hope they take my advice on the important matters in life.

I can lead by example.

And I can pray. 

every. single. day.

This morning, while I was scrolling through Facebook, I found a blog post that speaks volumes. 

a prayer for sons  

It’s better than anything I could come up with. 

She spells out all of the things a mom could think to hope for her baby boy.

I plan to keep this close and pray it often.

Please visit Kristen @ Chasing Blue Skies

and take a minute to read

A Prayer for Sons {For All the Things I Forget to Remember}

song in my heart

I woke up singing this song... and that usually means something.

I live through music lyrics.  So many times, words from a particular song are spoken into my spirit.  Sometimes they are meant for me.... other times, I feel they are meant to be shared.

This is one of those times.... maybe this song is for you.

I've been singing this song for days.  

It's one of my favorites by one of my favorite singers - Christy Nockels.

I have been singing her songs since I was a teenager, when I first started singing myself.

When I imagine what Heaven will be like & when I picture the angels singing, they sound like her.

And I can't wait to join in that singing one day.

But back to the point of this post... take a minute and read these words, and if you have time, listen to her sing them.  Just close your eyes and listen - with your whole heart.

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Already All I Need

Asking where You are, Lord

Wondering where You've been

Is like standing in a hurricane trying to find the wind.

And hoping for Your mercy

To meet me where I am

Is forgetting that Your thoughts for me outnumber the sand.

You fill the sun with morning light.

You bid the moon to lead the night.

You clothe the lilies bright and beautiful.

You're already all I need.

Already everything that I could hope for.

You're already all I need.

You've already set me free, 

Already making me more like you.

You're already all I need.

Jesus,

You're already all I need.

Walking through this life

Without Your freedom in my heart

Is like holding on to shackles that You have torn apart.

So remind me of Your promises

And all that You have done.

In this world I will have trouble, but You have overcome.

And every gift that I receive

You determine just for me.

But nothing I desire compares to You.

You're already all I need.

Already everything that I could hope for.

You're already all I need.

You've already set me free, 

Already making me more like you.

You're already all I need.

Jesus,

You're already all I need.

In Your fullness, You're my all in all.

And in Your healing, I'm forever made whole.

And in Your freedom, Your love overflows

And carries me.... You carry me.

Yes, You carry me... You carry me.

You're already all I need.

Already everything that I could hope for.

You're already all I need.

You've already set me free, 

Already making me more like you.

You're already all I need.

Jesus,

You're already all I need.

Already all I need....

My thoughts on the matter...

I haven’t blogged in a while.  But I saw the perfect opportunity this morning.

As I’ve read countless Facebook comments, some ridiculing, some uplifting, some just simply absurd, I couldn’t help but form my own opinion on the matter.

Yesterday, in a town near me, a 1-year-old died after being left in a vehicle for over 3 hours in the Alabama heat… a precious angel who’s mother slipped up and made one of the worst mistakes imaginable. 

Who knows the reason why?  

Only SHE knows the reason why.  

Maybe she was running on little sleep.  Maybe she was sick.  Maybe she was preoccupied – yes, it happens to us all.  Maybe she just wasn’t thinking.  That happens, too, you know? 

But is it my place to judge her?  

Absolutely not. 

I wasn’t there. 

My morning began with house cleaning.  Oh, the joys.  But sometimes, I don’t mind it as much.  For an hour or so, with the loud hum of the vacuum taking over, I have some time to myself.  No children screaming.  No phones ringing.  No televisions blaring.  Just me and my thoughts.   And this morning, I couldn’t think about anything other than this poor mother whose heart is shattered into a million tiny pieces, and they quite possibly will never be put back together.

With the repetitive motion of the vacuum, moving from room to room, the words just kept coming.  I had no choice but to hand over the Swiffer to my 1-year-old and say ‘have at it.’  (And I’m totally not kidding… he’s making his way through the den as we speak.)  

So here I am typing my thoughts to share with you.  I have no idea who will read them (if anyone) or if anyone even cares.  

But if this post makes one woman feel like she’s doing the best she can as a mom, it’s worth it.

After reading so many other blog posts this morning that are circulating through Facebook, I realized I am NOT alone in this confusing, and often difficult, world of motherhood.  Parenting is the hardest job anyone can ever apply for – hands down.  And you may feel like you are a pro, but let’s face it.  We all slip up.  We all make decisions only to later realize that we probably made the wrong one.  We are all human and we all make mistakes – whether you like to admit it or not.  And though it may sound cliché, accidents DO happen.

This poor mother lost a part of herself yesterday.  She will never be the same.  

Should that be her punishment?  

I would hope and pray that you don’t feel that way.  

Trust me when I say that she will be haunted by this for the rest of her life… or at least until she realizes that she is loved by a God who forgives mistakes, even when the world refuses to do so, and helps us get through the guilt and pain we face with each new day. 

Some people ARE poor excuses for parents.  They have no business bringing a child into this world, and we don’t understand why they are given that blessing while others desire it, yet can’t conceive.  But this woman does not fit into that category.  No, I’ve never met her, but I can assure you she is more devastated than anyone else this morning.

Here's the kicker:

I almost left my firstborn in the car at Wal-Mart when he was an infant.  And I said ALMOST.  It's been so long ago, I don't even remember how it happened.  But I CAN tell you this – I was NOT on my cell phone, or listening to my radio too loud, or distracted by something around me.  My mind was wandering and he was quiet.  I simply forgot he was back there… but only for a split second.  Thankfully, I saw him through the back window when I got out.  I can remember saying to myself, “I am never telling ANYBODY about this.  They’ll think I’m a nutcase.”  And until this very moment, I’ve kept my word.  

Yep, you are the first to know.

I also let my child fall 13 feet out of a window.  Enough said.

Do these mistakes make me a bad mother?  Have I failed at my most important job? 

I personally don’t think so.  

I don’t brag on myself often, but I will say this… I think I’m a pretty dang good mother.  

Not perfect, by any means.  I am learning as I go... and yes, I learn something new every single day.  I look back on the decisions I have made and think ‘I could have done a better job’ or ‘maybe I should’ve handled that differently.’  But I am doing the best I can.

You may not feel the same way I do about this whole situation.  You may go to your grave feeling this woman got what she deserved.  But I pity the day you stand before our Maker and place blame on a mother who simply made a mistake.  She will deal with enough blame from herself.  

Why don’t we try praying for her instead?

• Pray for her family, as they are devastated… their precious baby’s bed is empty this morning and will be every morning to follow. 
• Pray for her husband… as it will be so easy for him to hold his wife accountable for the sorrow he’s feeling.  But she needs him now, and she will need him a year from now.
• And most importantly, pray for this mother… Satan will torment her 24/7.  She needs to be lifted up by believers – who have never even met her and choose not to judge her – and she needs the peace that passes all understanding.

I know of that peace too well.  It saved me.  And it made me a better mother.

**We, as Christians (and humans with faults of our own), are so quick to judge.** 

“Don’t pick on people, jump on their failures, criticize their faults – unless, of course, you want the same treatment.  Don’t condemn those who are down; that hardness can boomerang.  Be easy on people; you’ll find life a lot easier.”  Luke 6:37  The Message

Integrity

It’s been quite a while since I blogged, so I thought I’d share some of my thoughts as of late; it’s something that’s been tugging at… actually ripping through… my heart.  It keeps me up at night.  It floods my mind nonstop… all day, everyday.  I have listened to that voice in my head.  I have prayed about it.  For myself and for those that I love.  But I guess it’s not going to go away until I write it down… lay it all out there.  And then you can do what you want with it.

This message is not aimed at any one person.  Or maybe it is.  If you feel the need to defend or justify your actions, maybe you should take a closer look... examine your heart.

It’s a simple word.  INTEGRITY. 

I feel that there is one reason we were put here on this earth.  Sure, there are lots of other things that we are “supposed” to do while we’re here.  And there are lots of things God requires of us.  But we have one purpose.  Just one.

To win souls to Christ.  To shine HIS light for others to see.

He gives us breath each morning... something that's pretty crucial to life.  And to whom much is given, much is required.  It’s time for Christians to get their heads in the game.  No more riding the fence.  Either make the decision to stand up, or sit down and watch.  But stop trying to preach about Him while you’re too busy to live for Him.  Busy entertaining others by fitting into their lifestyles.  Busy fulfilling your own worldly desires.  Busy making yourself look good on Sundays but pushing your calling to the back burner every other day of the week.

No one believes you.  You aren’t fooling anyone.

So step back… what does YOUR witness look like?  Not the verb; the noun.  As important as it is to speak about His great love, there’s something equally important.  And it's how people SEE you.  Someone who’s never met you.  Someone you occasionally interact with on Facebook.  Someone who passes you every Monday morning but doesn’t know your heart.  What do they see?  Do they see someone who puts God first in EVERY SINGLE THING they do?  Do they see someone who not only sings about Him on Sundays and Wednesdays but lives for him at work during the week? 

or

Do they see someone who claims that He’s the Lord of their life but allows the devil to manipulate their “witness” into something worldly?  Something hypocritical?

Whether you like it or not, they DO see you.

That’s where integrity comes into play.  That word has been badgering me lately.  I pushed it aside until this morning.  I decided I should look it up.  Find the real meaning.

Now, I’m positive that word was running circles in my head for a reason.

Wikipedia says,

“Integrity is a concept of consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcomes.  In ethics, integrity is regarded as the honesty and truthfulness or accuracy of one’s actions.  Integrity can be regarded as the opposite of hypocrisy, in that integrity regards internal consistency as a virtue, and suggests that parties holding apparently conflicting values should account for the discrepancy or alter their beliefs.”

Wow.

“The word ‘integrity’ stems from the Latin adjective integer (whole, complete).  In this context, integrity is the inner sense of ‘wholeness’ deriving from qualities such as honesty and consistency of character.  As such, one may judge that others ‘have integrity’ to the extent that they act according to the values, beliefs and principles they claim to hold.

What values, beliefs and principles do YOU claim to hold?

Are your actions (your Sunday actions AND your Friday night actions) indicative of your beliefs?

I PRAY that mine are.  I don’t want to have to share my heart with others… I want them to be able to see it.  All the time.

raising Christian children in a secular society

I recently had a discussion with someone (a dear friend) that sparked my interest in knowing where YOU stand.

It all began this past Sunday before our church service began.  We (the choir) were getting ready for the curtain to open.  I noticed that Edward Cullen was filling in on the bass guitar.  For real.  He looked just like him.  (He said he gets that a lot.)  Anyhow, I turned to my friend and asked if she watched Twilight, so that I could share about our visitor, but she said no.  No way, actually.

Now last night at choir practice, we had another discussion.  Another fellow choir member who DOES happen to be a Twilight fan understood why my heart skipped a beat when I noticed Edward Sunday morning.  But again, my friend (friend A) said she had no clue what any of the “Twilight madness” was about and she didn’t care to know.  “It was of the Devil.”

Now, let me go ahead RIGHT NOW and state this:  I am in NO WAY placing judgment on anyone for his or her beliefs.  There are lots of people who feel this way about the Twilight saga.  Vampires and werewolves are demonic.  Okay.  I get that.  I am simply sharing MY feelings and I want to know how YOU feel.  I love my friend and I would never criticize her beliefs OR how she raises her children.  She is a wonderful mother.

But back to the discussion.

She happened to mention a show on Disney called Wizards of Waverly Place.  Normally, I wouldn’t even recognize the show, but Jase (who is almost 5) has recently moved on from Disney Jr. to the “big kid” Disney channel.  And yesterday afternoon he was watching the wizard show.  I was in the den with him, but reading a book.  I wasn’t really paying attention.  So I just asked my friend (Friend A) about it… was it a bad show??  Should I not let him watch it??  She said they cast spells on people and all that sort of stuff…. wizardly stuff. 

Before bed, I mentioned all this to my husband.  I wanted to get his take on it.  He wasn’t really in the talking mood, but he did tell me a little about how he felt.  And we feel the same way.

We’ll begin with Twilight:  I have never read the books but I’ve seen the movies.  They are great.  My husband has even watched them.  I forced him to watch the first one, but he actually enjoyed them all.  I personally do NOT feel that they, in any way, promote demonic acts.  Yes, there IS a group of  “bad” vampires (the antagonists in the story), but there is also a “good” group of vampires (the protagonists in the story).  They do NO harm to people.  But even so, my point is this:  IT IS ALL MAKE-BELIEVE.  Pretend.  100%.

The quality of the movies?  There is no cursing.  There is no homosexuality.  There is no drunkenness.  Now, that’s something that you have a hard time saying about ANYTHING that comes on television or in the movie theaters these days.

To be honest, I would not let my child watch the movies.  Because I think they are satanic?  No.  Because parts can be a little scary and there is some sexual content.  But those are the only reasons.

On to Wizards of Waverly Place:  As I stated before, I haven’t actually watched the show.  So I do NOT know the details about what the characters believe or how they act.  But I researched the story line.  They are a family of wizards: a wizard father, 3 wizard teenagers, and a mortal mother.  They have to keep their wizardry a secret from the mortal world.  I suspect that they do cast spells and practice magic.  That’s what a wizard is (according to Wikipedia): it’s fantasy – a person who has studied and practices magic.

Now will I let my 5-year-old watch the show?  Yes… until I see something that promotes Satan, demonic powers, or until they curse or bring about moral issues that I feel do not fit in our Christian lifestyle.  When Disney stoops that low, yes, I’ll ban it in our household.  But because something is simply about “magic,” I don’t feel the need.  I asked Jase before bed last night about the show.  I asked him what it’s about.  He said “the people do magic tricks.”

So what do we do?  Do we shield our children from these types of things?  From make-believe?  Or do we TEACH them that they are simply pretending?  I will choose the latter.  As a child, I grew up watching The Sword and The Stone, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Aladdin, Hocus Pocus, and the list goes on.  Did I believe they were real?  Absolutely NOT.

Now, call her crazy, but my mother would NOT let me watch The Exorcist or Forrest Gump (yes, Forrest Gump).  But it was for different reasons.  The content was not suitable for me at that particularly young age.  There WERE demonic powers present in one and curse words in the other.

But as for shows about magic and make-believe, they were not off limits.

So how do you feel?  Where do you stand?  I need some opinions from other moms.  I’m not a debater and I don’t want to start an argument.  I just simply want your view.

Baby Boy Turns 1

I know everyone says it, but....

I cannot BELIEVE that my baby is almost 1 year old. 

(I still have a few days before his actual birthday.)

This year has flown by.... literally.  It's been a whirlwind.

One year ago, we sold our house and moved in with family.

A week later, Jett was born.

It's been 1 whole year.  So much has happened during that time.

My baby is getting big... but he'll always be my baby.

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How he's grown:

He's totally opposite of his big brother.  He's "outspoken" and into everything.

He has a little temper. 

He loves to cuddle... and he loves Mommy. :)

Still no teeth, but I can see 2 on top that are right on the verge of breaking through.  And I sure hope they do soon... we're tired of the crankiness.

People stop us all the time to admire his cuteness.... but they always think he's a GIRL. 

 (A girl in blue clothing.  I just don't get it.)

He loves to dance!!!

He makes us laugh.... and he has the sweetest giggle when Daddy tickles him.

I love him more everyday... and he LOVES his big brother.

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We celebrated his birthday this past Sunday.  It was a great party in our new home with all of our family!

Here are some pictures... enjoy!

Happy 1st Birthday, Baby Boy!

I know it's beauty-related, but....

I know this post is beauty-related, and I DO have a beauty blog for things like this, 

but no one reads it. :)  

I'm just kidding.  I'm thankful for those of you who do. :)  I LOVE talking about makeup.

However, I do have more traffic here and, technically, it's HOUSE-related.

So here we go......

I FINALLY, after dreaming and searching for so long, have a vanity!

Exciting, huh?

Well it is for me!!!

I (and my in-laws) had been looking for a vanity at flea markets and antique stores, but I just hadn't found something I was in love with (and with the right price).

This past weekend, my brother-in-law sent me a text.  He had a desk (that was actually mine as a teenager) that he and my sister have used in their music room for a few years.  But they are moving and didn't want to take it with them.  So he was gonna give it back, if I thought I needed it.

I had forgotten all about it, but it was perfect!!!

So I bought everything I would need for the project and talked my hubby into helping me.

Once we got started, he kinda took over... but that's totally okay.  He does a much better job on those kinds of projects.

I tend to get tired and wimp out.

But be assured, if HE tackles a project, it's gonna be done right!

So we sanded, and sanded, and sanded some more.  Talk about a good arm workout.

Then he painted!

We added some new knobs and pulls and I recovered an old stool with some pretty fabric.

And it's absolutely perfect!!  I'm in love with it.

And I also LOVE my mirror from Bed, Bath & Beyond.  Been hanging on to that little gem for a month.  I knew I would need it eventually and it goes great with the vanity!

Now, after 11 months, I can store ALL of my makeup and goodies in one spot.  No more digging through boxes in the basement. :)

Here's some pics...

These brush holders were old... AND hot pink.  It's amazing what a little Mod Podge and scrapbook paper will do.

my pretty stool and knobs... had to have a little bling.

pretty lamp from Hobby Lobby and my quite-small, but growing, perfume collection

top drawer is devoted to everyday essentials... and mascara.

another creative touch... tackle box for mascara storage.  works like a charm.

top drawer: eye palettes, loose shadows, and primers

middle drawer: foundation, powder and blush 

bottom drawer: catch all :)

various lip/eye products that I'm currently not using but never when I'll need 'em.

and bags.  lots of makeup bags.  they come in handy.

Again, I LOVE IT!!!

And a BIG, HUGE thank you to my awesome hubby.

He always goes out of his way to make me a happy girl. :)

And I'm one HAPPY girl.