I know, I know. It has been over 50 days since I posted anything of substance on this here blog. For shame.
I wish I had some kind of legitimate excuse for my absence, but all that comes to mind is the same thing I’ve been harping on since we first carved out this little corner of the Internet: we’re trainwrecks! We got distracted with school and work and football and candy and totally dropped the ball. I’d like to promise that it will never happen again, but I’m going on vacation in 10 days and have no intention of interrupting my pasta-eating adventures for this. Have you guys ever tasted authentic tortelli? It beats blog updating every time.
Anyway, I haven’t been completely neglectful on the home front. Thanks to the Pinterest Challenge, which was started by Young House Love and Bower Power, I recently joined the Pinterest-obsessed denizens of the world in an effort to actually pull myself together and make one of the 3.8 bajillion things I’ve pinned.
In my case, it was a Christmas stocking for Boone. Yes, I know it’s barely November. Indeed, I am aware that we are talking about a D-O-G. But seriously, y’all – Booner will need a stocking come Christmastime (it’d be rude to leave him out), and the cheapest ones online were way too expensive for my taste. Enter: crafting!
I’m not going to say this was easy. It took about seven hours from start to finish (including material sourcing and pizza eating breaks), and it’d be silly to pretend there were no curse words or tears strewn about throughout the process. In the end, though, the magical Martha skills of my dear friend Erin and my shameless obsession with all things Boone pulled together to result in what I think is a pretty impressive Christmas Miracle. Behold:
I know it looks good, but don’t get any ideas. What with the fabric shopping and the hours of manual labor, I’m not super convinced this was cheaper than picking one up at Crate & Barrel. That said, it’s definitely got a lock-down on the cuteness scale. Take that, seasonal catalog!
Oh, and for those of you who thought our trainwreckitude was limited to falling behind on blogging and getting overly excited about trick-or-treaters dressed as Pocahontas, here’s a picture of the “costume” we forced the Boonedog into for Halloween. See that look in his eyes? I’m scared.