I am in love with these sweet little things. They are the most simple craft I’ve ever made and cost next to nothing (I think a sheet of felt at Michael’s is about 30 cents), but the finished product has such a big impact.

So easy, even little kids and cavemen can do it.

Supplies

• Craft felt
• Scissors
• Glue (craft or hot glue or whatever you have laying around the house)

Cut smallish squares out of felt (smallish? do you love my precise instructions?)

They fit in the palm of my hand. Is that a better illustration?

This is just to give you an idea of how to cut your felt… you don’t have to literally draw a swirly circle pattern thing on each square. Oh yeah, now cut the felt.

After you cut out the swirly circle pattern thing, take the outside end of your felt circle (it’ll make sense once you’re there) and start rolling it up toward the center. You’re going to do this sort of like how you roll a sleeping bag. If you have never rolled a sleeping bag, you’re just out of luck because I can’t come up with anything better to describe this process. Also, you’re missing out on some joyous times because camping is fun. I’m sorry.

Once you’re finished rolling the felt, dab a little glue to the remaining end and secure it to the bottom of the rosette. This step makes me happy each time I do it because the end of the felt fits perfectly at the bottom of the rosette. Again, you’ll see what I’m talking about when you get there. It’s magical and my OCD appreciates this.

Some more swirly scrappy circle things ready to be rolled like a sleeping bag and magically glued into rosettes. Man, I need to start writing poetry. These things just come to me.

(Hi, I’m corny.)

But really, these rosettes are versatile and can be glued into a little bundle on top of an alligator clip…

Or used as adorable little gift toppers…

Enjoy. :)

Also, Mom has always been quite protective of her chillun’s, and quick to tell us if we’re doing something that isn’t appropriate, but she’s very nice when doing so. This is the funny thing about Mom… She’s ALWAYS nice, even when she’s being mean. Tell me, HOW DOES THIS WORK? She has powers.

Also, she’s great and my favorite.

And she’s reading this so I’m being very, very careful right now. (Love you, Mom. Don’t hate me.)  That said, I have a little story for you… and depending on how well Mom takes this post, I may be making this a regular feature on this blog. She’s blessed me with a ton of material.

When I was 18, I think I briefly considered getting a tattoo because I thought I was a real-live, badass adult and could do whatever I wanted and my parents couldn’t tell me no anymore. I told Mom about this tattoo dream I had for about 2 seconds because I told Mom everything. I figured she’d move on and forget about it as quickly as I had.

One day several months later, I was in my room (still living with my parents at the time) and Mom opens the door as I’m changing my clothes. I jumped and quickly covered up my exposed boobs.

Mom: WHY are you covering up?

Me: MOM! I’m changing! Close the doooooor!

Mom: Did you get a butterfly tattoo on your boob? You’re hiding it right now. I know this.

Me: No, Mom. I’m just sort of naked and don’t want to flash you. I promise I don’t have a butterfly tattoo on my boob.

Recap:

• I briefly mentioned this tattoo I wanted, NEVER saying it was going to be a butterfly.
• Mom thinks that because I cover up when someone walks through the door, I’m naturally hiding my new butterfly tattoo on my boob.
• I was just being modest, I swear. No butterflies. And certainly not on boobs.

I have to give her props for being so specific in her accusation. What if she was right?? Do you know how amazing that would have been?

But she wasn’t. And now I write about it on my blog. Love you, Mom.

Just a warning: If all you sweeties don’t enter this giveaway and there end up being like, 5 entries, I will have the MAJOR sads and probably a dramatic meltdown because that is just lame. I don’t like to cry, so let’s aim for at least 50! GO!

(Please.) :)

Also, did you see this adorable new blog design I have going on? Major props to my husband for the amazing job! And I didn’t even have to bug him to do it for me. 800 times.

We’ve been spending those days playing with all her creepy dolls, she helps me cook and clean (meaning, she follows me around and screams at the vacuum cleaner when it starts to drown out Yo Gabba Gabba) & have just been having fun being silly together.

During her afternoon nap however, it’s me time, and during me time I mean business.  With a few hours of peace and quiet and with no husband there to judge me, I make myself a nice cup of tea and bust out my cheesy teen vampire books, celeb gossip magazines and yes, Cosmo. I am indeed the sheltered 15 year old Morgan of yesteryear during nap time, and I’m loving it.

You guys know I’m all about the rosettes, but two? Strategically placed?? ON THE JUBBLIES???

Back to the other night. My method of choice was this cream you spread on the hair, let sit for 8 minutes, then wipe off. Easy peasy and PAINLESS because… wimp. I’m all about the comfort these days. Also, after just having a conversation with my sisters in law about getting a pimple mustache after a lip wax, I was too scarred and terrified to attempt it.

Seriously, doesn’t that scare you just thinking about it? A mustache of pimples?! THE HORROR.

So, I busted out a tube of this nice, non-pimple causing lotiony stuff and put it on my lip. Hmmm… I thought, that spot’s a tad fuzzy too. Let’s just add a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle more. Aaaaand, let’s deal with these sideburns… waitwaitwait, dab a little between the eyebrows. Ahh, better. And this went on until I basically covered my entire face in this white lotion.

Quite pleased with myself, I pranced out into the living room, right past Justin, and into the kitchen to grab a snack while I waited for the stuff to take effect. At one point, he looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, then turned back to what he was watching on tv. It didn’t even phase him. That’s love, right there. Or maybe he’s just used to my weirdness, I can’t be sure.

This had me thinking though…  I am totally private about certain things like going to the bathroom, but completely open about others, like the mustache thing. Are all couples as open about silly things like this as we are? Or would you absolutely DIE if your husband saw you waxing your upper lip?

Saturday night some of the sweetest, most hilar ladies took me out to sushi for my birthday. I say ’sushi’ because I like to think it makes me sound cooler than I am, when I really only ate a California Roll. I’m a wimp. Oh, but I did try one really delicious cream cheese thing that Jimaie ordered, that later gave my lactose-intolerant self a 2nd trimester status, gas baby belly.

Anyway, our first waitress at the restaurant was a total B and hated us because we were all cute and charming and getting all the attention (or something), but thankfully she switched out with a nice little girl resembling Charlotte from Sex and the City and we liked her much better.

Umm… What was I talking about again?

Me and Natali!

Sarah, Jimaie & Alyssa!

Steph Corwin!

See? The cutest.

After dinner we went back to Sarah’s place, where all our husbands were camped out in front of the tv playing video games. Now don’t let that statement fool you…  they’re actually all pretty hot and hilarious themselves.  Sorry, no real pictures exist as proof. This is the closest I could get:

My friends obviously took my advice from my last post, and made sure to shower me with plenty of gifts and attention. And rainbow chip cupcakes (the way to my heart). Oh, and I seriously received 3 bags of hot cheetos (thanks Justin, Sarah and Jimaie)… these people KNOW me.

My new favorite clutch from Natti. LOVE. (Pardon the raptor claw)

Long story short, my friends are ZE BAYST.

As much as I love to talk about myself (you are all aware of this by now), it’s never been easy to shout from the rooftops that IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. I don’t know, I’m just not a big fan of BEING SHOWERED WITH ATTENTION ON MY BIRTHDAY or anything like that.  In fact, I’ve always kind of thought GETTING REALLY FANCY, EXPENSIVE GIFTS FOR MY BIRTHDAY was a sweet gesture, but completely unNECESSARY TO RETAIN MY FRIENDSHIP.

Anyway. I’m getting old and it’s slightly depressing… I think I woke up with a wrinkle. At least I have a fun weekend lined up with some of my favorite girls and my lovely family and I am SO looking forward to all the good food that’s happening.

What are your plans for celebrating my birthday this weekend? :)

Thank you to my sweet sister in law Megan, who made the flipping adorable {red velvet} cake that I will have scarfed down by day’s end. Love you, Meg!

… Aaaaaand now I want to cut it. Haha. Tell me please, what is my flippin deal? I am never happy with the state of my hair and always wanting to do something different or change it up in some way. Is this normal?

Remember this? And this? In keeping with the trend, I am coming to YOU for advice. Since, you know, you are the ones who have to hear it whenever I’m upset with life/hair.

What my hair looks like now:

(Jimaie, me, Natali)

(Me and Justin at Prom, obv.)

Ew. Do you see the scraggles? I can’t deal! I WANT THEM GONE. Gone forever, I say.

So, my questions for you are…

Should I chop it?

I’m not talking chin-length, but definitely above my shoulders. It’d be more manageable and healthy looking, right? And cute and current and fabulous?

Should I grow out my bangs?

I’ve had them for 8 months or so… is it time to lay them to rest? And while we’re at it, how difficult is it to actually grow out your bangs?? I’m kind of scared of dealing with that mess.

Should I keep growing it out and embrace the white trash, scraggles look?

I’m pushing you into a corner here. I think you all know what I want to hear.  :)

Really though, I value your opinions and would like to hear what you really think I should do. Two male readers, that means you too. Thanks!

For those of you who don’t know, Formspring.me is basically a site where people can ask you questions anonymously about anything they choose and then you post the answers for all the internet to see. Also, it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard of in my entire life. I’ve put it off for this long because I am just too incredibly scared of getting asked mean questions. If this was more like, GiveComplimentsTo.me or GiveAllYourCuteShoesTo.me, I’d be all over that business, but this? Eeeep.

I’ll be honest and say I kind of only made one because I don’t want to be left out. Everyone is having so much fun answering all these evil anonymous questions! But just like with Bump-Its and teal nail polish and every other bandwagony thing I’ve tried, this isn’t going to be pretty. I just have a feeling.

Do you have a Formspring? Should I be this terrified? Head on over and ask me a question, but just remember:

image via The Bloggess