Happy Sunday, weekend readers! (All two of you!). Things are going swimmingly with the bald head; I had minor apprehension about letting it fly at work, that is until one of my head wraps would not cooperate. Apparently, my irritation at unruly fashion accessories outweighs my ego.
My selfie needs work.
Still no internet at the new house. You’d think I’d get more done, but I spend most of the time yelling about how I can’t find anything and moving is stupid and this house is stupid and YOUR FACE IS STUPID.
Mostly said to Jethro. The baby’s face is not stupid, it is the cutest widdle face in the whole wide world! Except when he has a cold. Then he’s just gross.
Not gross. Yet.
But we are settled in well enough to get cranky at little things (WHY is that wall right there where I keep running into it??) but not enough for me to start dreaming up Pinterest projects. YET…Oh, it’s happening. And then they’ll fail and then you’ll have to hear about them on the blog. It’s not pointless DIY, it’s creating blog content!
Have you liked my Kind of a Mess page on Facebook yet?? You should do that. Right now it’s not much, but I hope to soon clog your news feed with wonderous wonderment from around the web and my own brain. With minimal cat pictures.
And come back tomorrow for the announcement of the winner of the giveaway of a custom polish from Black Sheep Lacquer!! This has been one of the most awesome things I’ve been a part of with my blog, and I’d like to thank Erin once again for offering up her talents!!!
Hope everyone has had a fantastic weekend!
Kind of a Mess 
Now I’m curious to see who the other weekend reader is…..
Also, your head accessories just blew my mind. A whole new world of fashion just opened up to me. I may shave my noggin just so I can try them out. Yes, I’m that shallow. Don’t act surprised.
Not surprised. And you don’t have to shave to wear them! Next time you come over, we’ll play pretty pretty princess.
Well, I surely don’t count as a weekend reader.
But moving. Ugh, I feel you. I spent my weekend packing up my apartment. It’s awful. I am so, so sick of boxes.
Major props for putting the baby in a TMNT shirt. (I think I just outed myself as old.)
BOXES. Why do they hide what you need, when you need it?!?
And thank you. He has a Monster Squad t-shirt that he is outgrowing, THAT one makes me look super old.