Let's Braid This Thing!

So I have a love-hate relationship with my hair. Not going to lie here, it's mostly hate. But that is probably due, to my skill level. You know, if I could get my friend, to come a do my hair on the daily...I'd be set!

But we live 3 hours away from each other. She has 3 kids. And really, where do I go? But I've definitely gotten into a funk. With my hair. It's this messy thing, on top of my head. I can't even call it a bun. Or a twist. Honestly, it's me semi wrapping my hair in a rubber band. And slapping a mini clip on the back. To hold all this madness in place!

On a day, that I might have some extra time...I braid the front section. Make things a little neater. But it's not often. And it's nothing too crazy. Once in a while, I'll make 2 braids.

But recently, a friend of mine has been coming to the Market, with her cute little braids. Looking all done. Because a braid does that. I just haven't mastered the braid, while wearing my hair down. So like any other 30 something year old...I took to YouTube.

And after hours of watching, I found a channel that I like. And about 100 hairdos, that I want to try. First, I'm going to focus on these braids...

My normal braid, is something like the second, Then I throw all my hair up. But I'm sorta in love with the 3rd and 4th options. I've never been able to braid my hair like this. More in a reverse, kind of braid. I NEED some serious practice!

Mrs. Turner was very good, at braiding with my hair. Just like this. I have dark hair. And I feel like a regular braid, kind of just blends in. Gets lost in the mix. Something like this, gives a little texture. A little interest.

Maybe I'll get some time to practice. Not this weekend. We're sooo busy! But real soon. I'm in such a hair slump. And desperately need some help! Besides, I may have gotten sucked into Missy Sue's videos. All of a sudden, I think I'm some sort of expert braider. Let's see when I actually get to practicing.

XOXO,
Desiree

Friday Favorites

Underwear...

It's hilarious! The amount of emails I get...about underwear. I also get a ton of questions on Messenger...and when I see people. But overwhelmingly, they are about underwear. I know...

I don't think I'm much of an expert. I'm actually pretty lazy, when it comes to this topic. I'm also a creature of habit. I find something that works, and I stick with it. Nothing too crazy.

My favorite brands...have been my favorites for years! I'm talking 15 or more years. I find something. I like it. I stick with it. Until I can't find it any longer...

But I get a lot of questions, because I was a cheerleader. I was a professional musician. And I worked out a lot. A LOT! I never realized, how important underwear was, to all of these things. So let's get started.

We'll start with bras. I was the same exact size, from the time I was 12...until I was about 27. And my go to bra, was from Vassarette. Nothing fancy. Or even sexy. I like a nude bra. But I do have these in black and white. Nude is just perfect, no matter what you are wearing.

I think I first found these bras at Walmart. They also have back straps that can be fastened together. And when I was a cheerleader, that was a necessary thing. When I went to college, I started to find these bras at Target. Same brand, just different packaging.

I mostly buy the one pictured. But a nice cotton bra, is perfect for summer. And sometimes, it's just fun to wear something lacy. All the Vasserette bras, in this line, are made the same. As in style. But they have a nylon, cotton, and lace version. They're somewhere between $10 each...and $18 for a 2 pack. I've only been able to find them at Target lately.

As I got older, I started listening to my girlfriends a bit. In my first year of college, a friend's mom, sent me a Victoria's Secret giftcard. And I fell in love! Again, nothing fancy. I think I went to the semi-annual sale. And found whatever was nude, and in my size. Honestly, I've never met a VS bra, that I didn't like!

They're a bit more pricey. But definitely worth the price. They last sooo long! The various bras have different functions...depending on the style. I mean, there is an entire room...that is not necessary for me. When will I have a need, for a completely lace bra. With zero support. Those are for my friends...and their men.

For reference, until I was about 27 or 28, I wore a 34B. These days, I wear a 34D. I find that these 2 companies, run almost exact, in size. So when I can't find what I need, I'm never fearful to order online.

As far as underwear, I'm at 2 completely different extremes! But it total depends, on what I need to be doing. How I will be dressed. And if I care about the VPL.

First up, the thong. I know. It's a love-hate relationship. When I confess this to many women, they about die! But really, they are not that bad. Probably because I wore them daily, from 8th grade-graduation. But I was a cheerleader. If we weren't in our micro minis, we were in short shorts. And you don't want your panties escaping your bloomers. Especially at a game or performance.

But with that said, not all thongs are made the same. I found Vassarette thongs, when I first started wearing them. Made of a stretchy cotton nylon blend. My absolute favs! At the time, I found them at Walmart. These days, on a lucky trip...I'll find them at Target. Most of the time, I have to go to a department store.

For a time, George...from Walmart, carried a similar product. But I was recently looking for some, and couldn't find the brand George. Insert sad face. But I did find a cotton stretch, from No Boundaries. It's OK. Not my favorite. But still comfortable.

I will never wear something without stretch. Size 0...or 10. They don't work. Maybe with your man, for 5 minutes. But not as an everyday kind of underwear. I find you need some decent stretch. So you don't get a wedgie. Or experience some sort of pain. And honestly, if you have the right thong, you can't even tell that you are wearing underwear. And they usually run $2-4.

When do I wear thongs? When I cheered. When I was a musician. Because I either wore a tight skirt...for Mariachi. Or something tiny, for the bands I played with. When I worked at Hooters. Hello, mini shorts! Probably for a solid 18 years, it's all I wore. Except, the rare occasion, that I'd get my period.

My other go to underwear, is a cotton bikini. I like anything from a Hanes bikini...to the cotton VS panties. But they have to be bikini cut. This has been my go to, for the last 5 years? Unless, I'm dressing up. Then you know, a thong is necessary.

I like my underwear to be cotton. So you can breathe. It helps you to prevent any type of infection. And is the most comfortable for me. On a rare occasion, I will also wear a boy short. But that is usually to sleep in. For just a comfy day at home, the VS cotton bikini is my fav! And they always have new prints. Lots of holiday options. They're just fun!

I also find that this type of underwear is best, for working out in. Running, hitting the gym, doing some sort of class. Or if you are really active. I mean, packing, loading, and unloading crates of items for the Growers' Markets...these are best. Hot summer days, these work great.

But honestly, it's more about the care. And maintenance. I wash all my clothes, in cold water, gentle cycle, with Woolite. My bras, go into a lingerie bag. And then all of my underwear is dried on the clothesline. My bras, I lay them on the bed. It's important for the care. Never smash the cups. Or disfigure them, while you wash and dry them. And when you store your bras, be gentle.

It took a little trial and error. And I think underwear is a very personal beast. I have friends who can chase 5 little ones, in lacy numbers. And I have other friends, who were granny panties and sports bras. These are the pieces, that I've found to work for me. And my lifestyle.

If you are having some issues, experiment a bit. Go to Walmart or Target, and pick up a panty in a few different styles. Or a bra. Hit up the next VS semi-annual. Try a few things. And when you find what works best for you, stock up! Get rid, of all those pieces that don't work. Most importantly, love your underwear. Take good care of it, and it will take good care of you!

XOXO,
Desiree

You Are Beautiful!

I've never once, thought of myself as beautiful. Not by any means. I've never believed anyone who has said I was pretty. You know, growing up...my Dad would always tell me I was beautiful. But I just figured...that's what Dads do. Tell you that you are beautiful, smart, and all those good things.

When I was in school, I was never the tallest, skinniest, or prettiest. I remember being about 8 years old. And wanting to be skinnier. To have straighter hair. To be darker in skin color...or to have lighter hair color. I never felt like I fit in.

Then there was middle school. 6th grade...brought all kinds of horrible feelings. I was never picked on. But I never quite fit in. I was the geek, bookworm, and musician. I felt like I was a little too heavy. With crazy hair. And it never failed, that I had some sort of breakout, going on...on my face.

Then I became a cheerleader in 8th grade. I think my issues got worse. I can very clearly, remember a day. I was in the bathroom, changing for practice. My friend was in one of the stalls, also changing. And I was in front of the bathroom mirror. The first time, I really looked at myself. And I just thought...ugh, I hate myself.

I remember saying out loud, if I would just loose 20 pounds. If my face was only thinner. Oh Monique, did you know some girls straighten their hair with the iron? It was the mid-90s. You can imagine all the craziness, that was in my 13 year old head.

She told me, you are going to have to loose a lot more than 20 pounds. You just have a round face. And your hair...I don't think it will work. You can just imagine...my insecurities just grew. The longer I went to cheer practice...the worse it got.

By the time I was a freshmen in high school, I swore, I was the ugly duckling. Once again, I had been separated from my friends. And I was now on the Freshmen Cheer Squad. In a school, that the cheerleaders sat pretty high in popularity. Me? I avoided most people. On the daily. Actually, probably more like on the hourly...

I remember spending breaks, in my next classroom, avoiding the athletes, and praying for the day to end. I didn't fit in, much better with the musicians. By the time I was a sophomore, I was on the Varsity squad. Life honestly, couldn't have been any better. Except that stupid voice, in the back of my head.

I tutored a good amount of our athletes, I was in every club imaginable, and still cheering. Yet, I could stay pretty invisible, in the grand scheme of things. That's just who I was. I had friends. But never let them too close. They didn't know too much about me. I never invited them to my house. I avoided guys, the dances, anything that made me have to talk. Honestly.

As pranksters, the guys were always pulling my sweats off me...when we were in uniform. I think they were trying to get me to lighten up. I was silently, freaking out. Every single time we had to wear our uniforms to school, I think I was having an anxiety attack. I'd walk down the hall, and someone would run up behind me...and pull down my sweats. We always wore bloomers, but still at 16...I thought I would die!

I was a size 3. Five feet tall. Very muscular, from competitive cheerleading. And I felt like I was an elephant. I thought I was ugly. And no one, ever saw me...without makeup on. Ever! Not at 2 a days. Not at 3AM practice. Or 11PM travel time. Never!

By the time I graduated...I was ready to be done with it all. I was asked to cheer in college. And couldn't saw no, fast enough. I was done with short shorts. And tight, little skirts. I was sick of showing my belly. Of dancing in front of crowds. And listening to all the guys...talk about how flexible we were.

I have not worn a pair of shorts, in public since. I don't wear bathing suits. And barely survived my days, as a waitress at Hooters. I'm just not that girl. Give me some yoga pants...or sweats, and I'm ready to roll.

Then college started. I used to run 10 miles a day. For myself. Stress relief. Staying healthy. That kind of thing. I was about a size 5. I had learned of a bet, that my high school athletes had going on. And just thought, Thank God I moved!

I began playing music more. Becoming a professional musician. Spending all my waking hours, free time, and work time...with men. Musicians. Guys that were 100% guys. I went from bare midriffs and short skirts...to long tight skirts. 99% of the time, changing in the back of someone's car. On the way to some gig. While I was trying to study.

Quickly, I figured out...to survive, I need to find them girlfriends. These guys became my best friends. And when the told me I looked nice, I blew it off. We were friends. They were just trying to make me feel good.

For 15 years, no one ever saw my bare face. I always had makeup on. Always had my hair done. I fought, to stay right around 100 pounds. By the time I graduated with my BS, I was 97 pounds. Weighed every ounce of food, that I ate. And almost got married 3 times. Because I needed to finance school. If I married a friend...I'd get some financial aid. That was my security. I held my friends close, and closed the door to dating.

But do you know what? I thought I was ugly. My face was too round. My stomach wasn't flat enough. My thighs were too thick. My calves were too muscular. My hair...was just too much. Not curly enough. Too frizzy. My face was too oily. I mean....I could go on forever! I didn't like myself. 97 pounds just wasn't small enough.

Looking back, I was completely suffering from disordered eating. And OCD. Later I'd put myself in counseling, to deal with the OCD. And I'd fix a bunch of things. But at the time, I just couldn't be small enough.

I had a friend, that traveled with me. Every single place I went to perform...she was there. Doing my hair and makeup. I was wearing red bottomed shoes, designer clothes, performing in front of thousands. And I thought I was the ugliest thing to walk the earth. I never understood, what everyone else saw.

7 years ago, I came home. To take care of my Dad. In his last few years, I didn't care about myself. I was the last person to eat. I didn't sleep. I was lucky to shower every other day. Makeup? Hair? That didn't matter. His doctors were used to seeing me in oversized men's sweats. My hair piled in some sort of messy bun. And bags for days...under my eyes.

All the time, my Dad told me, that he loved me. That I was beautiful inside and out. And I just didn't get it. I was looking back at some old pictures. I've easily gained 50-60 pounds. I haven't been on a scale in sooo very long! I'm not someone that has a big chest, or a cute butt. My face is still round. And my hair is still a hot mess!

But you know what? It's growing on me. I'm OK, having thicker thighs, and a bit of a midsection. It's OK, that I'm fair skinned...in a family of brown peeps! I'm OK, with my crazy hair. That never seems to cooperate. My legs aren't long. And my thighs and hips are bit much. I have many more curves...and will probably never have that keyhole. Ladies you know what I mean. All that working out, never made me happy. Neither did that keyhole.

And then, just like that...in the last week I realized something. I'm OK. I'm OK to be different. To not be the idealistic female. I'm OK with being curvy. And embracing all of that. It's OK, that most days I'm lucky to have moisturizer on my face, mascara on my lashes, and maybe lipstick on my lips. It's OK.

I realized this, one morning. Just days ago. Getting ready for the Growers' Market. 6AM...rushing to get ready. To go help a friend. I'm OK. Then I started getting these compliments. From friends, strangers, customers, other vendors....and kiddos. You look pretty today. I love your skin. Your hair looks nice. From one of my favorite littles...you so puuurty! I love you! With a big 'ol kiss.

Some people were joking with me, that the only reason certain customers came to buy stuff was because of me. I don't think I've gotten any prettier. But I'm real with people. I genuinely enjoy, talking to these people. Seeing them week after week. And maybe, once in a while, a braid or lipstick might help a bit. But really, I think I'm just comfortable being me.

If I had any wise words for that 13 year old girl, looking in the mirror...I'd tell her, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! It's all OK. Be comfortable with yourself. Don't starve yourself. Or spend all your time, running to be a size 1. Enjoy the food. Enjoy your life. It goes by so quick. And the people that really love you, will love you with or without the rolls. Honestly, they will!

The true beauty, comes from the inside. I've always known that to be true. When I look at others. It just took me a while, to see that for myself. I'm not suddenly going to walk around any different. But I'm now comfortable with myself.

And you know what? I've always made it a point, to tell my Goddaughters just how beautiful they are. We play a little game. How pretty are you? And we go through all the reasons, why they are pretty. Starting from their kind hearts...all the way to their pretty little eyes.

It's important. To empower little girls. To make sure, they have that kind of confidence. To let them know, at any size, shape, or color...they are beautiful! I'm going to continue to do my part. Because I never want any kid, to feel the way I felt. 34 years later...I'm finally OK with the woman that looks back at me, in the mirror. It's been a long road. But I'm OK, with a little roll, my pasty white skin, and this hair that has a mind of it's own!

XOXO,
Desiree

Friday Favorites

Friday Favorites

Friday Favorites

Happy Friday! This has been a FULL week. I also have to admit...I haven't been the best at taking pictures. There is so much life to live. That sometimes, snapping a pic, is too much! So I may have stolen a few...from Facebook. :)

No matter what, I've enjoyed this week. Lots of family time. Lots of smiles, laughs, and celebrating. I don't think, you could ask for anything else! Let's get started with this week's Friday Favorites!

 1. September Girls' Night. We barely snuck this one in. But I'm so glad we did. I truly enjoy, spending time with my family. And a monthly Girls' Night? You can't go wrong with that!

We had a few new faces. And a few less. But it was a fun night. I'm so glad, my sister could make it. I don't think many, knew her before. And Jeannette, seemed to really enjoy herself.

It's just a fun night, to get together. Have fun. Play a few games. Eat. And laugh. A LOT! It's just a different environment, from our usual. No one has to worry about hungry or tired kiddos. Hosting a party. Or anything like that. It's just time for fun.

I'd been dropping hints on Facebook...for well over a year. Trying to get some of us together. A Recipe Club. Supper Club. Let's just Get Together Club. My friends and I, used to do this all the time! ALL. THE. TIME!!! Sometimes, it was nothing more than meeting at Starbucks. Mostly it was time for my girlfriends to get away from their hubbys and kiddos. And for me? I needed a break from the hospital.

So I was very glad, when my cousin organized all the shenanigans for us. We've met 3 months in a row. And each time has been a little different. Different faces come every time. It's just a nice night out. My only complaint this month...I lost my ID. And couldn't watch the Karaoke Shenanigans. Oh well...

 2. Yummy Burgers. On Friday Night. AKA Girls' Night. I got the yummiest burger. For anyone that knows me, knows that burgers have a soft spot in my heart. Also, I'm always a little skeptical, about trying a new restaurant. And who can screw up a burger?

Anyway, I got a guacamole burger. Two of my favorites...rolled into one. Bonus, it came with bacon. What? Ya, it was a nice little treat. And honestly, I'm sorta anxious to go again. You know, to get another. :)

From the group, they said the food was really good. My Mom got enchiladas. My sister got some sort of burrito. But my burger, I truly think it was the winner. My sister was still talking about it on Sunday.

 3. Saturday Morning Shenanigans. I LOVE Saturday mornings! We get to hang out with our Growers' Market family. And although the weather was overcast. With rain and thunder threatening. ALL. MORNING. LONG! I just enjoy being at the Market.

The little guy on the swing, is our Market Neighbor. The sweetest little guy! His momma made that swing. She make the most amazing wooden toys and cutting boards. And all the kiddos know, to come to this tree. To play on the swing.

My little buddy here, was the sunshine of our day. It sprinkled on and off all morning. Until the big storm hit around 10AM. This guy, just kept on swinging. Smiling away. Waving to me, from across the sidewalk. What am I going to do, when the Market ends?

 4. Smurf Birthday Party. After we left the Market early, on Saturday...we headed to JoAnns. I know! But we were in the area. And had about an hour to waste...before my cousins' Smurf Birthday party.

It was the cutest Birthday party! All the food was so yummy. Those cupcakes...yum! I wonder where they got them. The company was great. It was just a really nice way to spend our afternoon.

I got quite a few questions on Inst. And I don't really have any answers. My cousin planned this party, for her girls. And I'm not sure where she got her decorations. Or how she made a lot of the stuff. But it was super cute! Happy Birthday Amorae and Myla!

 5. Sunday Family Time. We had so much planned on Sunday. And we were exhausted. I think in the end, my Mom and I planned to go to church and breakfast with my sister. But our plans changed. We still went to church. And had a yummy breakfast with my sister. But we also went to the graveyard. And to my cousin's fundraiser.

Basically, I think my Mom just toughed it out. Because my Grandma was going to be there. And I know my Momma was hurting on Sunday. But it was so nice to see my Grandma. During the season, we are so busy. And unfortunately, visiting my Grandma...falls a little off of our radar.

But Sunday was a fun day. I got to chat with my cousins. And a good friend. Got to get lots of time, with her littles. Which is ALWAYS a bonus! And we got to support a good cause.

 6. Vet Time. After our weekend shenanigans, we went home. To our furry pals. Bathed them. And prepped them both, for a day at the vet. Ugh! It's so hard to send them away...

Belle had to have anesthesia. To clean her teeth. And Sweetheart was going for a Comprehensive Exam. If you have a dog, I'd totally recommend getting the Banfield plan. After the first visit, it pays for itself. 

What I like about them is, they assign you one vet. You know how you have a doctor? They get a vet. So all of your scheduled appointments, are with that vet. You get to know them. So does your dog. And they get to know you and your furry friend. 

I also enjoy, that they take care of everything! EVERYTHING!!! I set up my account, to have the payment taken out monthly. The staff schedules appointments. Sends me reminders. Calls before the appointment. To make sure we know what is going on. And if we have to prep our girls. After the appointment, they call for about 3 days. To check on your pet.

It is awesome. If you follow on Inst, you saw how excited our dogs were, to go to the vet. They LOVE it! We dropped them off at 7:30AM. By 9AM, they called to let me know Sweetheart had an ear infection. And Belle was recovering. We picked them up by 2PM. 

 7. Recovery Time. Tuesday was all about recovery. In our house. Monday evening was full of fun. Sweetheart wouldn't take an oral med at the vet. So I had to give it to her. There may have been 5 treats involved...but she finally took it!

Belle's little leg, was bleeding. So they tied it a little tighter. And told me to take off the bandage, before bed. She was not allowing it. It was like her badge of courage. And she was so gas-y all night long! Pretty miserable. Poor babe. We cuddled the night away.

So Tuesday morning, I was trying to get her band aid off. She was playing dead. And Sweetheart wouldn't leave my Mom's side. I think we spend the entire morning, working on crafts. Right there...on the couch. With these two connected to us!

 8. Tuesday Night Dinner. Because we were swamped on Tuesday. Trying to catch up on orders...I decided to take my Mom out to dinner. At Golden Pride. My Mom LOVES their fried chicken. The ribs are ALWAYS amazing!

It had been a rough day at home. I was trying to finish an order, make some stuff for our stash, and work on a birthday present. My Mom was also working on another order. And our 2 fur babes, wouldn't leave our laps.

So when we left the house, a little on the rough side, we figured we wouldn't see a soul! You know, that we knew. Halfway through our yummy meal, our friend from church walks in. What was she thinking, when we saw us? Oh well...dinner was amazing!

 9. Finished Orders. My Mom finished this order, late Tuesday night. And I was getting a little worried, when I couldn't get in touch with the lady. When we got to the Market on Wednesday, I called a few more times. Then figured...oh well!

About 10AM, she came running through the grass. So excited to see her dolls! That ALWAYS puts a smile on my face! To see someone so happy, to get their orders. And to see them, so happy!

The lady was so excited! So was my Mom. She put in quite a few hours. Working on these 3 dolls. And we also got a few more orders, from the same lady. Win-win-win!

10. Sweetheart Snuggles. when we got home Wednesday, our dogs were waiting for us. We'd left the house around 6AM. And didn't return until almost 6PM. It was a looong day! Growers' Market, lunch, and wondering around Hobby Lobby. You know...a typical Wednesday.

But when we walked through the door, this sweet face was ready for cuddles. That doesn't come often. So while my Mom was watching the news and Belle was exploring the yard...we snuggled.

This girl can be so loving. And shows such promise. At times. So you have to enjoy it, while it lasts. I really do love her. And I know, it's not her fault. You know, that she has issues. Just know, when you rescue a pup...they have a history. And you just have to love them, through all their problems.

11. My Shotgun Rider. Thursday morning, was s super gloomy day! We all slept in late. And I wasn't in the mood, to cook. I know. What is wrong with the world? So I took Belle on a "Bye-bye."

She just LOVES being in the car. And she was enjoying her new clothes. Not to mention, she was finally feeling better. We played a little Bruno Mars, cruised over the bridge, and picked up breakfast and coffee for my Momma.

Total bonus...was the gift card that I used. Am I the only one that enjoys a good giftcard? Breakfast on my friends!

12. Thursday Night Birthday Parties. My little cousin turned 2 this week. And her birthday party was last night. I mean, how cute is she! I might not have been able to finish her birthday present in time. But I could give up Grey's Anatomy for the night.

She really is the cutest thing. And I do enjoy a birthday party. The food is always delish! And you get to have sweets. A total bonus, is that it is on Thursday evening. You know, our weekends are already crazy! So to spread out the parties...is always a win! Happy Birthday Olivia!

Let's not forget the good chats. You know, when you see people...that you haven't seen in forever! I always enjoy catching up with friends and family. Grey's will just have to wait until today. Total bonus...I was home by 8Pm. In my PJs, with a full belly!

13. Party Decorations. Shall we chat about decorations? My cousin always has the cutest decorations! Her parties are so cute. I mean, did you see Olivia's cute outfit? Yeah, I about died when I saw the pics on Facebook.

But her party, just had me thinking. About our upcoming Tea Party Fundraiser. T minus 4 months. I LOVED the look of her decorations. And it's the direction I was already leaning in.

But the sweet treats...they were so yummy! I wonder where she got her cookies, cupcakes, and cake? Yum! And the Rise Krispie treats, weren't too sweet. LOVED that! So much inspiration. I might have also said...I wanted a birthday party this year. :)

14. Doggie Birthday Parties. Yup, you read that right. Miss Belle is turning 2...on Saturday. Which means, we must party! I always think, I should invite people. You know, I go to a million kids' parties. Why not? Include a little note...with her favorite food, treats, and doggie size. 

But I haven't been brave enough. And I wanted something simple. So late last night, I went to Wal-Mart. I was sad, not to really find a big selection of items. I was looking forward to a Barn Animal Party. But they didn't have the supplies. Oh well...

I think Belle will just enjoy the food, treats, and toys. What else can a dog ask for? Bonus...the cupcakes go with her outfit. Yes, you read that right! My dog has a birthday outfit. And a hat! :)

15. Pray For Las Vegas. Sunday Night, my heart sank. Just to hear all the sad news. I've traveled there so much! Performing and such. It just killed my heart. Please keep all of those innocent people in your prayers. It's going to be a long recovery. Pray for the lives lost. And the ones, that will have to carry this night...with them forever.

Folks, I've got to get going. So much to do today. Baking, party planning, wrapping presents, finishing presents, and getting ready for 2 Markets this weekend. I hope you had a GREAT week. And an even better weekend! Happy Friday!

XOXO,
Desiree