fancy schmancy

Mercy me I do love a monogram.

One of my good friends feels fancy when she chews Orbits gum. Yeah Rach, I talking about you.  Why Orbits gum makes her feel highfalutin, as opposed to Extra or Trident, is beyond me. But you know, what ever floats your boat.

Monograms float mine. They make me feel all official and prestigious .  Like something is so special it could only ever belong to me.

My friend Jen brought these to me a few days ago.  I swoon.

Now when I step out of the shower I can quickly wrap up in these and feel special instead of critiquing every curve and dimple.

Monograms make everything marvelous.

fancy pants

Last night after Sugar Daddy came home and rescued me from the two screaming mimis, I carved this stamp.

Is it perfect?

Exactly who's blog is it that you think you're reading? Get real sister. I don't do anything perfect. And I like it that way. Or I like to say I like it that way because it makes me feel better about myself and things in general.

So no. It's not perfect.

But is it fancy?

Hell yes.

It's a fancy pants monogram stamp that I'm going to use to make some fancy pants cards.

Cuz' I'm just that fancy.

Pants.

Happy Friday.