R.I.P. Martha Stewart

Lookie what I did! Me, in all my domestic glory, and in the same 30 day time frame, I both baked a cake and did crafts. 

A coffee cake for General Conference, because it is tradition. 

Delicious, yes. But not quite as good as my mom's because I didn't have enough sour cream.

And R.I.P. Martha Stewart, because I am knocking off your ideas and busting it out in my own house.

Purchased, glued, and glittered all by yours truly. 

These are my only Halloween decorations, and I'm okay with that. 

Needs

I need this entire outfit.

I perish! 

I must put on my fur collared coat and sit in the living room.

For Bob

Some unsolicited advice: If your cleaning routine (or whatever other routine you have) needs some pep, try L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold or Walking on a Dream by Empire of the Sun. I spend enough time cleaning that I have several Pandora stations dedicated as "high energy cleaning mixes." Nothing wrong with a little booty shake while you're scrubbing the bath tub. Don't imagine that.

This person, on the other hand...

...has not been doing much cleaning lately. This is Paige's room. She moved to Rexburg. So did Ian. So this is her room before we gave it a little makeover. I'll post 'after' pics as soon as I get around to taking them.

As for my bedroom makeover, I haven't gotten very far. I'm still trying to work out the living room. It's hard to collect pieces you love and have them all get along.

Sunburned my neck this afternoon. Went out by the river with Danny, Paige, Ian, and Ian's Korean roommate GP, and barbecued and hung out while Ian and Danny fished. Nobody caught anything, of course. But it's still warm here (80's people! I couldn't be happier.) so we had to take advantage.