teeny tiny pajama goodness

i have a confession to make.  i have a pajama problem.  i love of them.  i really love of them.  so much so that my favorite holiday party to host is the "new year's day pajama potluck brunch."  brunch and pajamas and friends?  be still my heart!

most years i get a new pair of pajamas from my mom.  she usually gets herself matching ones and over the years this has morphed into one ridiculous continuous exchange of pajamas.  now that i have a sister in law and nieces the fun has multiplied!  here's a few of us last year in our nick and nora jammies*

*is there any other kind?  we love these!

so, this year the mms threatened to put a full stop to the greatest gift tradition ever.  some savvy shopping on our part yielded matching pjs for the big girls, but not a thing for the littles.  oh, but that same mms is the exact reason why i volunteered to make pjs for the girls...practice!

have you ever made mini-pjs?  they require constant squeals of delight.  they are so darling it hurts.  i have made mms one, and only one, article of clothing thus far and spent more time giggling about it then i did in actual construction.  oh, and that's the other thing, baby clothes take less than 20 minutes to make and itty bitty scraps of fabric.  so, on it's way to those little girls are these ensembles:

do you die?  

once i got on a roll, i whipped up some matching pjs for my other niece and nephew.

monkey pjs complete with knee patches for the boy and ruffles for the girl!

please excuse the fact that my photography is not likely to win any awards.

is everything cuter in miniature?  i think so!  

total cliche: prep to be a stay at home mom apparently means getting my craft on.  good thing i love to sew like buddy the elf likes to smile.**read:  it's my favorite.

how 'bout you?  any cliche worthy christmas gift traditions you want to share?

little victories!

apparently the mms* *man in my stomach thinks that 3 am is the new 8 am.  meaning that every night, i get up in the wee hours of the morn and spend several hours awake before going back to bed.  a t-minus 6 weeks to little man's arrival, you'd think i'd want to talk about all sorts of important things.  if you thought that, you probably don't know me very well.

no, let's talk about those teeny tiny minutia of projects that start to get under your skin until, with or without mms, you are up at 3 am concocting elaborate plans for world domination.  what?!  you don't do this?!  ok, judge me not, but my makeup bag has been driving me batty for weeks.  here's the offender:

(does it look to anyone else like the bag had a little accident?)

she seems innocent enough.  i like that she has a big butt and therefore adequate amount of storage.  and i can pick her up and walk over to the full length mirror to plop down on my hiney to apply my face paint.  that's where the love ends.  victoria's secret...really?  i think a small piece of me dies every time i look at that logo.  and what is with the tiny opening?  i start each makeup app with the ritual unloading and aligning of the goods.

what this lazy efficient girl needed was a way to see and reach everything without feeling like i was reaching into hermoine's magic purse.  pinterest proved less then helpful in my quest for "the solution."  but driving home one day with new lipstick booty to be added to the offending bag of shame, it occurred to me a cup would be the perfect vessel to display the array.  and that's when this happened:

bam!

my current pride and joy.  i have made at least two friends come look at it.  yes, i am that person.  let me introduce you to makeup station 2.0.  this free upgrade was brought to you by the isle of misfit serving dishes. the unloved of my china hutch has now been brought forth to glory!

on the right we have one of mom's tarnished patinated* mint julep cups** holding all things lippy.  *i googled that; who really knows the past tense of patina?! **because mms is not really conducive to the sipping of mint juleps, nor would i take the time to polish these bad boys just for a cocktail.

down front we have face stuff.  to the left we have the all important eye shadows.  and finally, backing up the whole thing is the other patinated julep cup filled to the brim with brushes, mascara, and the essential eyelash curler.

would it be too superlative to say this is everything i dreamed it'd be?!  i don't really care.  it's true.  makeup station 2.0 is pretty.  organized.  functional.  and look who watches over me as i apply my war paint:

thor.  i love him.

so, yes, this is how i am starting my blog.  i should possibly have my head checked.  or get more sleep.

bt-dubs...total cliche: soon-to-be-mom-blogs-on-trivialities.