One of my friends asked if I wanted to go to a morning hip hop class to workout before the New Year. Something about starting to get in shape before we really go at it in the next few months. I agreed to go and was actually pretty excited about it. We walked in and began stretching, waiting for our killer teacher, Myra, to get us into shape. Before I get too far, let me tell you that she is the best instructor, and makes me feel like I’ve just gone through a boot camp workout every time. So when we decided to go to this class, I already knew that I was going to be sweating by the end of it.
Back to the gym. So I have never been to the hip hop class and when Myra told me to put on knee pads, I was a bit confused, but took her instructions and put them on. Then she told me to take out my ponytail and shake out my hair, I was even more confused. Then she told me that we had walked into the last class of the Private Dancer series. I almost died, but my pride kept me in the room. I wasn’t going to walk out. This class is basically an introduction to seductive dance, a little more advanced than just shaking your booty on the dance floor at a dark basement club.
I was fine with the hip shakes. I even rocked it when she had us do this move called “The Betty Boop” where you drop to the floor and get back up. My problem was doing what was equivalent to army moves. She basically had us do a downward dog and then scoop our bodies down until we were on the floor, then go back up and do it again. After four sets, I realized I have no upper body strength.
Made it through 45 of the 60 minutes and then couldn’t do it anymore. We left, defeated, and missed out on the chair routine. (We did sneak in a few Bloody Mary’s and breakfast though, I think we earned it.) But I vow, I will be back, and I will survive. One of my New Year’s resolutions is to complete one of her classes without crying and stay until the end. Wish me luck!
I have too many candles and too few presents when holidays and birthdays come up. Hence the need to make of those candles into gifts.
Like this little gem that I found, a lovely Glade candle that was in need of some dressing up. My easiest solution (and cheapest, since I have an astronomical amount of nail polishes in my room) was to paint the outside of the container with a gold glitter nail polish. Not bad, seeing as I only needed three coats to make it look even. Made my $2 candles look about four times its sticker price.
It’s officially winter! I can only say this now because I have officially had the opportunity to shovel my car out of its parking space. (Please note the sweet Mohawk my car had following its cleaning yesterday morning. I think he pulls the look off pretty well. Swagger at its finest.)
Yesterday, while the weather report was telling everyone and their brother that we were going to get pummeled with snow, someone forgot to tell the microclimate of Portsmouth that they weren’t going to be involved. At home, I found myself covered in snow, but 20 minutes toward the Seacoast to work, and they were only getting rain. Figures. A mighty workout of shoveling, and a push of the car out of a snowbank from two very kind, cute guys got me on my way to work.
Despite the heavy snow, I am pretty happy about it. This means I can plan my retreat to the mountains with my board, make snow angels in my front yard, and have snowball fights with the children on my street. Okay, that last one is a stretch. I’m sure they’d beat me and I’d just come home crying that the kids were picking on a poor defenseless 20-something-year-old.
Happy winter, everyone!
I think I pull this look off well.
I’m so excited for our office holiday party! So much so that I offered to make mustaches for our photo booth. Yes, we are having a photo booth at our office holiday party. I am so pumped to get dressed up and have fun with my work buddies.
These mustaches actually took quite a bit of time and patience. I’m not going to lie, I’m glad I had the TV on because it made time go by quicker.
I had to collect some fuzzy hair fabric, foam board, felt, my trusty glue gun, scissors, thin dowel, and printed off the mustache silhouette that I wanted to use.
The hard part
Trace and cut out the mustache on the foam board. That’s so you have a sturdy base for the board.
Getting ready to make it fuzzy!
Once that’s on the fabric, cut the outline of the fabric around the board.
Cut the dowel to a foot if it’s longer. I bought the longer dowel because it was cheap and I could get many out of it. Glue the dowel to the non-fuzzy side, then glue it onto the felt. Cut like you did from the fuzzy fabric.
Now play in front of the mirror.
Someone needs to sell buttons in bulk for cheap. Doing projects like this is hard to do otherwise. We went to four stores and still had a hard time finding a selection of buttons in different shades of pink and red.
Luckily it all worked out. Spent an afternoon meticulously lining up buttons to make hearts on a black canvas and then hot glueing them down. Looks great and I can’t take any credit, I didn’t do it. I have very talented friend.
I may have never win the state lottery, but I think I won the work Secret Santa “lottery.” Let me back up…
At work we’ve been getting gifts to our secret santas and yesterday we gave our final gift. I have been painstakingly digging into my recipient’s past for ideas. Thank goodness for friends at work or I would have been at a loss. I hope she liked everything, because I know I’m loving what I got!
My secret santa had strategically decorated my gift with cookie cutters tied to the package. And as any former librarian would react, I couldn’t be happier with the two fabulous book finds my secret santa gave me! One book on cookies and another with crafting ideas. She know me all too well (may have been her snooping around my blog) and I have already cracked the covers and started plotting my attack on the kitchen. Be prepared people, I will be in a cookie frenzy for the foreseeing future.
It’s official, I should have gotten a flu shot. Been out of commission for some time now, which is good in the sense that I can make tons of snowflakes for decorations, but bad because I still can’t breathe out of my nose. Pretty sure that Rudolph and I are twins separated at birth.
Anyway, I learned awhile ago how to make six sided snowflakes. I never knew how people did it. Mine always looked sad, but I figured out, it’s all in the folding. Check it out:
And voila! Fancy snowflakes to put on presents, on windows, or just on walls to make it look more festive.