That's my shoulder.
Yesterday was a beautiful day and I was actually pretty productive. My Saturdays usually include things like watching a marathon of "48 Hour Mystery"'s and...napping. If I'm lucky I clean the kitchen and get a load of laundry done. We woke up yesterday around 8:00 and we were only lazy for about an hour. Then we got dressed, went to the gym for an hour and a half. Then we came home and got ready to go to our local pool!
I was a little hesitant considering I have pasty white skin and I haven't been tanning or anything of the sort for quite some time. My husband told me that I shouldn't put on any sunscreen for at least an hour. I scoffed at him considering I burn in 20 minutes of direct sun exposure. I put on SPF 4 with the intent of keeping it on for 15 minutes.
Well we all know how this goes -the sun feels so good and you're not getting that hot...30 minutes later I decided that I should probably put something on so I sprayed my legs (not that well) and kept reading my book and soaking up some vitamin D. Yep - I'm stupid.
A big ominous cloud came rolling in and we decided it was probably time to go, and after we got home I realized I had a pretty nasty tan line, and I was FRIED. Already. I was mad! I didn't want to get burned - I barely wanted anything. I'm going on vacation on Thursday and I do not want to sit inside or sit in the shade because my skin is burnt! I want to enjoy the sun like everyone else! Needless to say since yesterday afternoon there have been 5 different applications of aloe on my shoulders, stomach and upper thighs. Luckily my back didn't get burnt but do I smell minty!
The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning my place. Since we'll be having family come in Wednesday night, I wanted to make sure our house was clean. Really clean. I don't know why but when I know people are coming into town, the "hostess" in me comes out and I can't leave well enough alone. "I should buy new pillow cases." "I should pick up a couple new towels. We have enough but you can never have enough white towels, right?" "I need to clean these baseboards." "I should vacuum behind the washing machine and dryer." "I am not cleaning this toilet one more time! I am not the one who lifts the seat!" "I need to organize our pantry and clean the inside of the refrigerator."
See? Obsess much? So over the course of cleaning yesterday my stress level slowly climbed more and more. When I got home from the pool I was drained, but by 8:00 last night I was wide awake and vacuuming in my laundry room. Before you diagnose me with OCD, please note that one of the family members staying is known for her cleaning prowess. I've caught her vacuuming the vacuum before. And yes, I was this close to calling her "Monica." And while she's lovely and would never judge me or my house because my skills are far less superior, I just feel that my place should be her level of clean because I want to make her feel comfortable. Even if she's staying for less than 24 hours. The "hostess" in me is out of control right now.
So considering yesterday I was preoccupied with cleaning, and my range of motion is limited because of my poor, poor skin, there were no crafts done. Its not like they weren't thought about. I offered to guest post for two people and I had the intention of getting two different crafts done with accompanying posts. I have Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to get those done this week and I only have 1 idea. A trip to JoAnn's needs to be made, and that's always scary because the potential to find A LOT of stuff I want is very high.
I have every intention of getting crafts done this week and hopefully to the right people, but today...there just are none. I need to learn when to say "when" and let go of stuff I can't control and realize people aren't going to take a white glove to my house. But just in case...



























Mine is different than Lindsey's at the Pleated Poppy. Don't get me wrong, I love hers, but after having a few different t-shirts with floppy flower embellishments...that I have to iron and re-iron after I wash, I wanted something that wouldn't need extra care after coming out of the dryer. So the difference is that I went through and stitched down the edges to give the flowers a really ruffly effect.










