Union Jack and Beach Houses

I've been unbelievably obsessed with all things containing the Union Jack Flag for about a year now.

I can also smell summer in the air which has me pining for a cabin, a retreat, a place without television or cell phones. A place full of dusty books, sandy floors, and soft, slightly stained, cotton quilts to curl up in.

The two go pretty well together.....in fact, in a perfect little corner of my mind lie these images.
The happy place....

So my friends, another graphic message....I' ll do the same.

Last Week in Review......

Here are the chandeliers hanging in the gym (ahem, I mean, the Midnight Masquerade).

The total effect, lights off. I'm standing from the top most bleacher. I love the checkered floor.

The posing stations...4 of them. I guess you have to get your money's worth for the dress. Make sure the whole audience gets to see you.

It took 30 juniors, 12 mamas, 1 dad, and 1 prom advisor 8 hours to transform this place. Prom always sends me over the edge--tearing up at the very sight of my daughter. I have no idea what it is--I'm thrilled,proud, frightened, and worried all at the same time. Too many extremes to process effectively, I guess.

So if the chandeliers weren't enough, we remembered on Friday that we had yet to buy a garter. Only at times like this, can Little Miss be happy that her mother is a borderline hoarder. Of course I have the supplies to whip up a garter, and of course, I have just enough energy to make it for you.....

At 7:45 a.m., on the morning of prom, I was shaken awake. "Mom, do you want to come with me to my hair appointment?" Lord child, I just went to bed. I drug myself out of bed reminding myself that these times that she asks for my presence are few and far between.

The results? Breathtaking.

Sometimes I marvel at the fact that I gave birth to this child.

The smile was all worth it.

As if the day wasn't full enough, this little man turned into a teenager that same day.

This little Mayday elf came into the world at just 5lbs 1oz.

Now he is almost as tall as I am. In just a few years, I'll be in this same boat with him. Only I can pretty much guarantee that he won't drag me to the salon in the wee hours of the morning.

I can't get him to comb his hair, let alone cut it.

We officially are baby free in this house. Again the panic sets in.....what the hell am I going to do with the rest of my life?