Fall Swap: I Love Real Mail

Greetings friends!

This weekend, my mom called to inform me that a package had arrived. Excitement to the max ensued, as I was sure that my fall swap gift had arrived!

Mail!

Mail for Chrissy!

What is a fall swap gift, you ask? Well, allow me to explain. The delightful Joules, over at Pocketful of Joules, began a Secret Santa-esque fun activity for bloggers. I found out about it, and thought how fun it would be to play with other bloggers, and joined up. You can read more about the Fall Swap on Joules’ site.

Excitedly, I opened the packaged. A lovely note in an envelope was enclosed:

A note

How cute, right?

So I dive deeper into the box to discover an adorable scarf! Brightly colored, and it looks to be handmade (which is freakin’ awesome!), I love it.

crocheted scarf

Brightly colored and adorable crocheted scarf

(OK, so Mom said it was crocheted and she was really impressed. I think it’s super quirky and fun, so I am equally as impressed!) Obvi, it was necessary to provide my loyal readers with a photo shoot. I considered putting on a really cute outfit to be all matchy matchy…but that just isn’t my style…sort of.

Modeling my new scarf

Modeling my new scarf

Cute Scarf

So Cute!

At this time, I really have to give mad props to Brian for putting up with me and my frequent photo shoots…which seem to becoming more of a thing with me. He almost always does it with a smile on his face (OK, usually he’s laughing at my ridiculous-ness.) Sometimes he vetoes photos, but this time he said that I could put them all up.

Check out my new scarf

Check out my new scarf! The traditional Chrissy-pose…

Can I copyright a pose? This one’s my favorite.

Love my scarf

I seriously love scarves

So my “secret fall swap blogger buddy” likely doesn’t know me too well, but she totally hit it on the head with a scarf. As we haven’t gotten too far into the cold weather here, I haven’t had the opportunity to rave on my love of scarves. I have a bazillion brightly colored joyous strings of fabric that wrap delicately carelessly fabulously around my neck throughout the fall and winter. I may not wear a coat, but you bet your ass I’ve got a scarf on!

Well played, “secret fall swap blogger buddy,” well played.

On that note, I’m supposed to guess who my secret buddy is…

I’ve decided that it is most definitely the brains behind Chewylicious, who writes a fun blog about all sorts of stuff! She crochets a lot, loves games, experiments with some unique cooking, and so much more. So, with my official guess, I’d like to send a humongous thank you to her for the lovely gift.

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Glamour Shots

Confession Friday: Yes, this happened.

As promised, more ridiculously embarrassing photos are provided in this post.

When my cousin, Rachel, and I were 7 and 11 respectively, our aunt in Kansas invited us out to visit her. Our first vacation without parents! This sounded promising. After weeks of preparation, shopping, and excitement, we were loaded onto a Southwest plane at Midway Airport (back in the days when you could accompany people all the way to the gate without a ticket.)

Aunt B picked us up and drove us to her home. We were greeted by her dog and our uncle, and told that our older cousin may stop by to say hi. It was all so much fun. Aunt B had planned all sorts of great things to do during our stay. We would go to her makeup store, and visit her salon (she owned her own cosmetics line, a store, and a hair salon), and she wanted to take glamour shots of us. Barbizon here we come!

So we went to the shops and got our hair done at the salon. For the first time in both Rachel’s and my lives, we had our hair dyed. Rachel told the ladies that they could do whatever they wanted with her hair, but I was more wary of the ladies with the scissors.

I informed them, not too quietly, that I was NOT very adventurous, and that they better not hack all of my hair off. Even more so, they could not do crazy layers. I was a nervous Nelly who hated change. I allowed them to do a little face shaping, but that was it. Rach ended up with a feathered haircut resemble something Farrah Fawcett would be proud of.

Then we went home with our new ‘dos and raided Aunt B’s closet. She wanted to dress us up like Barbie dolls, and that seemed okay to us. So we had a variety of outfits for our photo shoot prepared. I’ve included some of the high quality photography below.

And remember, we were 7 and 11
So maybe my future career as a model got a little off track…

For the record, when I was 11, I swore that I never wanted any of these pictures shown to anyone. Ever.

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