I tried on this day to do an authentic sock bun. The kind that all the fashion bloggers do that is perfect and twisted into a complete pouffy little circle on top of their heads. So there I stood- in front of my mirror with the base (a ponytail) and my bobby pins and hairspray a comb. And I tried. REALLY HARD you guys. But between the post-pregnancy grow-back hairs all over my head and my lack of skill, it just turned into an 8th-grade-lazy-bun. But despite it all, I told McKay Okay, let's go and we walked to the little sidewalk below our house and took these pics- ugly bun and all.
I tried this week to make dinner every night. FAILURE. Actually, just for you McKay, I will say it was an EPIC failure. (side note: there was like one week where I was trying out a new phrase- like a long time ago- because I heard someone said it and I thought to myself, that would sound so hilarious if I said that. The phrase was "epic fail." So I waited for a failure to happen, and then I dared myself to say it, and I did. It was not well-recieved. McKay looked at me and said something like,
hahahah. Um. What?!?!?!??????? Okay, that is like the biggest nerd thing ever to say. Did you really just say that?! Seriously? Did you? Did you?!! Ali. no.
Soooooo I don't say those words anymore.)
Back to my story: Monday night I did not make dinner. Tuesday night I went to the store to get stuff for a real dinner but came back with stuff for french toast or pasta from a bag- I let McKay pick. He picked the pasta from a bag. I made that. I haven't made dinner since. What an EPIC FAIL.
I tried to make 10 more headbands. I went to my grandma's house yesterday, to her huge craft room and I got in my zone. I had all my fabrics neatly-folded, I had a snack, and I had One Direction on Pandora. And I didn't make ten of them, because it took me like an hour to figure out how to make these particular fabric flowers that really are SO particular about how they are made.