the mandi-ball

Last weekend, the mister had a little party for his school... they called it the "Mandiball," a little play on  the word mandible, like the jawbone... Dentists have odd senses of humor. Anyway it was a 1920s theme and given my recent obsession with Downton Abbey, I was super stoked. My sweet sister was kind enough  to send me some things that I could wear and the mister ordered some suspenders. I think we looked pretty snazzy! It was such a fun night and I loved hanging out with most of all the dental wives club. Everyone looked so great!

Love all these girls!

The dapper husbands

Here's a few of everyone in their outfits!

The big winners! Husband won an Kindle Fire and Derrick won a scholarship for some dental course!

Hangin out with some buddies

And this was the amazing cake made by the one and only Jessica Smith! She is unbelievably talented. It completely blows my mind. 

 All and all, the Mandiball was a success, only two of us had beer spilled on us (including me), we took some fab pictures in a photo booth with props (pics to come soon), the hubs won ski passes and a Kindle fire, we had a yummy dinner and danced the night away with some of our favorite friends... 

Xxxxooo

pickled

Today, I had to teach the Relief Society lesson in church. Or I guess I got to teach, lucky me. I really don't mind teaching, I've always liked it at least after the fact. Today I was quite nervous since we are in a new ward. The church building seems to always be ten degrees colder than I like it so I am always freezing. Since I was nervous for my lesson today, I got really hot but my extremities were still freezing. I couldn't feel my fingers but I was like breaking a sweat.  My body was so confused.

Anyway, back to my lesson. I got to teach on a lifelong conversion to the Gospel. I actually really enjoyed preparing for it. My whole Saturday was spent preparing for the lesson. And by preparing I mean baking 75 pickle shaped sugar cookies. I know what you're thinking.. Pickles? Yes pickles. President Lorenzo Snow had a wonderful metaphor of pickling cucumbers to converting to the Gospel. Thus the dozens of pickle cookies. I thought they turned out pretty cute actually! But after decorating so many cookies, they stopped looking like pickles and started looking like a bunch of green smiley faces... so I hope they looked like pickles to everyone else! Take a look

This was the full quote:
I will [present a] figure in regard to bringing about and getting this spirit in us, and digging deep that we in the time of storm, may not be driven off. Place a cucumber in a barrel of vinegar and there is but little effect produced upon it the first hour, nor in the first 12 hours. Examine it and you will find that the effect produced is merely upon the rind, for it requires a longer time to pickle it. A person’s being baptized into this church has an effect upon him, but not the effect to pickle him immediately. It does not establish the law of right and of duty in him during the first 12 or 24 hours; he must remain in the church, like the cucumber in the vinegar, until he becomes saturated with the right spirit, until he becomes pickled in ‘Mormonism,’ in the law of God; we have got to have those things incorporated in our systems.
I really enjoyed learning about ways to strengthen my own testimony and I highly suggest you read it. I also enjoyed making delicious sugar cookies and I can say that they're delicious without sounding pompous because they are my momma's freakin amazing recipe. Which is currently top secret but maybe I'll decide to share it sometime.
Now on to tackling my next project - DIY studded everything! My current obsession.   

xo

a different kind of detox

It’s no surprise I like clothes. And shoes? Well don’t get me started. I saw this gem on pinterest one day and it made me laugh:

via allposters.com

One of my favorite movies is Confessions of a Shopaholic. I think it is absolutely hilarious and Isla Fisher is a doll. Now I wouldn’t consider myself a shopaholic per say but I have quite the stash of clothes in my closet. Anyways my clothes and I had quite an experience the other night that reminded me of the movie. Remember the scene when she tries to hide all her clothes in those suction bags in her dresser and it eventually explodes everywhere? Ya it was kinda like that

It was around 1:30 AM on new year’s day, when I heard a creepy creaking noise. It sounded like someone was trying to sneak across our attic. After about ten seconds of it I was convinced a homeless person had snuck into our attic while we were on vacation and was now coming down to kill us. Dramatic  I know, but it was creepy. Anyways the mister decided to go check on the noise. The creaking became louder and more frequent when suddenly there was a loud crashing noise followed by silence. I thought the mister had been attacked by someone. But no, he was attacked by my closet. The creaking noise was the bar/shelf in the spare room’s closet slowly breaking off the wall. 

This is the aftermath:

Needless to say, it was terrifying. My perfectly color coordinated dresses, cardis, and jackets came crashing down into a big mess. At least most my shoes were unaffected. Thank heavens for that! Anywho, I am currently on a clothing detox. I will keep you posted on how that goes!